All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.UK.S05E03

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.

Are you the bloke in charge?

My wife hates flying. She's already
worried about the return.

Plus, we've got three kids.
Their body clocks are all crook.

And now, when we're trying to sleep,

we've got this drip, drip, drip
coming through the ceiling.

You know, this place isn't at all
like they said it would be.

All those glowing testimonials
online.

I tell you what, though, mate...

..I think they're all phoney.

How about that, eh?
Oh, Christ.

Well?

The girl's name is Katerina Cizek.

We've ID'd her from her bank card.
Nice line in underwear.

Whoever has done this has just walked
straight in.

There is no sign of forced entry and
no murder weapon either.

Anyway, what's his story?

Holiday rental below. He says water
started seeping through the ceiling

at around 9:30. Right, so what do
you think? She's running a bath,

doorbell goes, she never gets the
chance to turn it off? Could be.

Ronnie, we found this.
Right. We may be able

to get something on the SIM card.
There's more.

Sex toys in the bedside cabinet?
Very good.

This was hidden under the mattress.

Right, working girl?
Explains the push-up bra.

Law And Order UK

Season 5, Episode 3
"Crush"

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Just say "hello" in the lobby
a few times,

talk about the weather.
But otherwise...

All right, well, what about the men
who used to visit her?

What about them?
Well, any incidents, rows,

complaints from the neighbours,
that sort of thing? No.

Well, did Katerina mention anything?
I barely knew her.

But you knew she was a tom?
Yeah, it didn't bother me, though.

That's not what I asked, though,
is it, Mr Hunter?

I suspected. I mean, I've got eyes.

They'd wait in the lobby,
then when the men arrived,

they'd go upstairs for an hour,
back down, wait for the next.

Must have felt like a posh knocking
shop. Only if you let it.

Did Katerina have any other friends
in the building?

Yeah, Suzana...something.
She's another one, you know...

Escort?
Eastern European.

No, we're with different agencies.

But, you know...same bullshit.

Did you know what agency Katka
was with?

No. She moved, a month or so,
but I don't know where.

Did she ever talk about her clients?

She was waiting for a rich man
to carry her away,

like in Pretty Woman.

I told her,
"Men who pay £150 an hour

are not looking to grow old
with you."

But Katka...

She always know better.

How about savings? Did she have
any of those, do you know?

Or running away money?

Men pay the agencies direct.

How much do you think we see?

Well, we found £4,000 hidden
in her flat.

Maybe Katka know better after all.

I'm sorry. I have to get ready.

Do you know if any of her clients
knocked her about? Or threatened her?

No.

The agencies are quite good

at making sure the man is, erm...
pristojan.

Erm...nice.

But...you never know, do you?

Thanks for your time.

Well, maybe she found her Richard
Gere and stretch limo after all?

Oh, yeah, cos it really works like
that, doesn't it?

That four grand has got to some
from somewhere, mate.

Plus, she had a bank account,
so why stuff it under her mattress?

(SIGHS) I don't know. Maybe Katka
didn't want anyone to know about it.

Blackmail? Yeah.
Hookers blackmailing their johns.

"Pay up or I'll tell the wife."
It's not unheard of.

Bit "spaghetti against the wall",
isn't it?

Well, she hid the money
for a reason, Gov.

Maybe she was moonlighting.
Bit of extra work on the side.

Well, either way,
might give us a motive.

Traces of spermicide and lubricant.
She'd had sex, but with a condom.

No sign of rape. Bit of bruising,

but I'd say because the sex was
energetic, not violent.

I remember that. Having sex?
No, being energetic.

Evidence of her having had STIs
in the past.

Chlamydia, herpes,
bacterial vaginosis, usual suspects.

Occupational hazard. Right.
What about HIV?

No. Oh, there was one other thing.

The knife hit a rib on the way in.

Normally you'd expect it either
to stop or to break the rib.

But this one kind of bent down
and under.

This blade was really flexible.

A specialist knife? Yeah, for
filleting or skinning, you know?

What else? Partially digested food
in Katka's stomach

confirms the time of death
at or around 9pm.

Yeah, forensics are working out the
DNA and profiles of the crime scene,

but that flat saw a lot of traffic.

What about the SIM card?
Nothing yet.

And what has the porter got to say?

Michael Hunter?
Strictly "See no evil".

So, no witnesses, no evidence,
no forensics.

Well, there's the bendy knife.
Which you haven't found.

Come on. What about regular clients?

Well, we have to know which agency
she was working for first.

Look, she rented that flat
off someone.

I've gone through Katka's laptop.

Oh. Any blackmail material?
Secret movies? Photos of the killer?

No.
No, I didn't think so.

But she wrote a blog.

I don't understand this. Whatever
happened to keeping things private?

I mean, now it's just all out there
for everyone to see and read.

There's stuff on here I wouldn't
even tell myself.

Ronnie? Yeah?
No-one's listening. Yeah.

Did you find anything?

Lotrlovec.

Sorry?

Well, Katka, in between some
of her more lurid passages,

mentions this bloke Lotrlovec
quite a lot.

In fact, I'm tempted to say
there's a whole Lotrlovec going on.

Please resist it. It looks like old
Lotrlovec wouldn't leave her alone.

(READS) I had another run-in with
Lotrlovec today.

He came to see me again.
He's getting worse.

I've tried being nice. What is it
going to take to make him stop?

That was the last but one passage.

OK, the whole block of flats is owned
by an investment company,

which runs it through a holding
company,

which rents Katka's flat to another
outfit, which in turn- Nodding off.

-Kensington Belles, who offer
"sophisticated female companionship".

At £150 an hour.
Right, get your coat. Come on.

Did Katka mention any clients
she was having problems with?

Not that I can recall.

So she never mentioned anyone
called Lotrlovec? Never. Right.

Well, we'll need a list of her
clients from Tuesday night, please.

She wasn't working that night.
I've no idea who she saw.

Right, then we'll settle
for the credit card details

of everyone she's seen
for the last three months.

I don't have to do that.

Do you really want to play it
like this?

I know what you think I am.

But whatever my girls do, it's
their choice. There's no coercion.

We merely facilitate introductions.

Men look for "company"
and we provide it.

Of course, if two consenting adults
wish to take it further...

that's their choice.

You've got it all worked out,
haven't you?

You need a warrant for my records

and I'm guessing you can't get one
or you'd have it already.

However, we could always crawl
all over your business.

I mean, real forensic detail,
take months and months,

find out exactly how much of that
£150 goes back to those girls.

And what with, I don't know,
rents and commission,

they probably get about...what, 20%?

I reckon that generous, Ronnie.
I'd say more like 10%.

Hmm, 10%. Either way, I bet we could
make it look a lot like coercion.

Popular girl. There's a lot of fellas
out there looking for company.

Except, I sort of understand
the curb crawlers.

Strictly business
and everyone knows it.

But this whole
dinner and a promise thing...

I mean, looks like a date,
feels like a date, but it's just a-

Simulacrum.

Eh? Is that another one of your
made-y up-y words?

No, it means
an unsatisfactory substitute.

Well, either way,
you've got to be pretty sad.

Not sad, Matty. Just lonely.

I loved her.

She was a present. For my 18th.

My mates all chipped in.

So I could lose my... You know?

That's kind of them.

I suppose. It wasn't...a success.

That was a couple of months ago.
I mean, have you seen her again?

Twice.
What about the night before last?

I was working in the pub all night.

Saving up, see? Three more nights
and I'll have enough.

Escort agency? No, of course not.

And yet there's a charge
to your credit card

for £150 on September 14th.

Well, that's impossible,
I've never... September?

The 14th.

No, wait. My... My card was
cloned a few months back.

Apparently, I bought a couple
of laptops and a mobile phone.

I didn't realise I'd bought
a prostitute as well!

I'm sorry I can't be
of any more help.

I should get back to the book.

It's the second part of my
History of the Crusades.

The first one was very well
received. Maybe you read it?

Sorry, no, I didn't.
I did.

Well, what do you think I am,
some sort of Neanderthal?

A neverending source of wonderment,
Matt.

We'd like to take a DNA sample.

Really? Do you think...
Even though I've just-

If you don't mind, Mr Williams?

No... No, whatever you want.

We've got the numbers off the SIM.

Good news. Katka called the same
number four times the day she died.

But do you want to know
the bad news?

Don't tell me. It's an unregistered
pay-as-you-go number.

There's no flies on you.
No.

So, unless we find the phone,
it's absolutely useless.

Ronnie? Someone to see you.
Interview two.

But I've... (SIGHS)

Matt?
I'll catch you up. Yeah.

Yeah?
I've found Lotrlovec.

You said to call if there was
something.

I need you to protect me.

There's no record of anyone called
Lotrlovec on any database,

so I started to think maybe it was
some sort of code.

Like some sort of simple
displacement.

Like how HAL in 2001
are the letters before IBM.

You with me?
No, but carry on.

Well, it wasn't that,
so then I thought

maybe it was something simpler.

So she's Czech, right?
Maybe it means something.

He said if I don't have sex with
him, he'll tell immigration.

I said, "No." And he hit me.

Said next time would be worse.

I can't...

If immigration find out...

I need this money.

And who said this?

Lotr...lovec.

Now, in Czech fairytales, the prefix
'Lotr' is used to denote villain.

'Bad' something. See?

And Lovec?

He tried the same with Katka.

She told me. She...

She said she thought it was a joke.

That he...was a joke.

But he wasn't, was he?

And who did this, Suzana?
Who threatened you?

'Lotrlovec' means 'bad hunter',
as in-

BOTH: Michael Hunter.

The porter.
Yeah.

I'd say "see no evil" was a little
wide of the mark, wouldn't you?

So I have a master key. So what?

Well, maybe Katka didn't
let her killer in.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe he just walked in
all by himself.

This is stupid.

Beat up all the girls, then, do you?
Or just the ones who won't give in?

I don't know what you're talking
about.

You were on duty the night Katka
died. Yeah, you know I was.

Yeah. However, we have several
witnesses

that say you weren't at your desk
at the time of the murder.

That was careless of me.

I was out the back, having a fag.

Your DNA's all over Katka's flat.

Of course it is. I found her.
That's all I did.

Well, you told us that you hardly
knew her.

Why would you lie about that?

Do you reckon these working girls are
vulnerable? Yeah?

Easy prey?

So you go and tell them you'll grass
them up

unless they...play nicely.
Is that how it works?

I didn't kill her. I'm not...

I'd see the way she smiled at the
men when they came to see her.

I just wanted her to look at me
in the same way.

You know, I wear this stupid monkey
suit and I'm invisible.

I just wanted to be noticed,
that's all.

But instead, she laughed at you,
didn't she?

I mean, she thought you were a joke.

You didn't plan it,
it got out of hand.

That's what happened, isn't it?

He denies it and without a murder
weapon,

we've got nothing to link him.

He copped to threatening her.
And that's all.

You like him for this?
Well, it doesn't smell right.

He's a lying weasel with a nice line
in self pity, but a killer?

We've got a match
on one of the DNA swabs.

OK...

I saw her.

In September
and again, the other night.

I was on my way to have dinner
with my agent.

They're talking about pushing back
my publication date

and all I needed was a...

Was a friendly face. That's all.

I should have told you, I know.

But I thought if I denied it...

it would just...you know?

Go away?
Yes.

Your DNA was found
under her fingernails.

So, did she scratch you?
Trying to defend herself, maybe?

We had...sex. OK?

Katka scratched my back when
she...you know?

I didn't kill her.

I swear on my son's life.

You have to believe me.
I'd... I'd never...

Maybe you saw something.

No, I just said goodbye and left.
I didn't see anyone.

(DOOR OPENS)
Gavin?

I'm home.

Be out in a minute.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Look, I love my wife.

There's no reason she has to know
about this, is there?

So after you left,
you, er...met your agent?

We met for dinner at around 9:30.

And how did Mr Williams seem?
Thank you. Thank you.

Er...antsy. Distracted.

He had a drink, which helped,
and we talked through some new ideas.

Books, TV-
What, he does TV as well?

We're waiting for the go-ahead
for his first series -

A six-part history of the Crusades,

but seen through the prism of today's
Islamophobia. Quite a prism. Hmm.

Lucrative, though, I'd have thought?

He's not really interested in money.

I mean, he gets invited onto TV shows
all the time.

Discussions, talking heads.

He doesn't do that many.

Turns them down if it requires
an overnight stay.

And why's that?
Because of Sam.

His little boy?

He has cerebral palsy. Gavin won't
leave Jane to cope on her own.

He's missed out on quite a few gigs
but...he's adamant.

A model husband.

He loves his family.

Michael Hunter's alibi stands up. He
ponced a fag off a couple of waiters

at the back of an Italian restaurant
next door.

And how do they know it was 9:00?
Because someone set up a telly

in the kitchen so they could watch
AC Milan live.

And they were still watching when
the final whistle blew around 9:30.

Well, he's not that man, then.

You think it was the professor.
He has more to lose than most.

Only if he was being blackmailed,
which you can't prove.

You don't actually know anyone was.

So she just printed that four grand
herself, has she,

on her John Bull printing press?

Teddy's found something.

A bit of the blade broke off.

I noticed it under the microscope,
so I called Lilly and...

bingo.

Bingo? You see, when it glanced off
the rib, a tiny sliver

got left behind. You know, barely a
millimetre. In the wound.

So, we find the blade,
we can match it, yeah?

Yeah, like ballistics and GSR
rolled into one. Good.

Only, you know, with a knife.

The bank records you asked for.

Gavin Williams made eight cashpoint
withdrawals in the last 14 days.

Thanks, Ange. At £500 a pop.

No way? Hmm.
£4,000. Exactly what Katka had.

Yeah. Let's see what your professor
has to say about that, eh?

Blackmail?
Well, do you know anything

about the £4,000 that we found?

Why would I pay her
and then kill her?

And if I did kill her, why would
I leave £4,000 lying around?

You see, I think she got paid
earlier. And then she hid the money.

Do you have a second phone?
Of course not.

Only Katka called a particular
pay-as-you-go number

four times the day she died.

So?

So we think she got paid off, got a
bit greedy, came back for some more.

Which is whoever she was blackmailing
decided enough was enough.

And you think that was me?

Well...you withdrew £4,000 in the
last fortnight.

No, I didn't. Mr Williams,
we have your bank records.

I didn't take that money out.
It'll be my wife.

We have a shared account.
Household, you know, cash?

Jane has a business she runs with
a friend. Interior design.

She buys antiques and bric-a-brac
for cash.

So it must have been Jane who took
that money out.

Not me.

He called me and told me
what you think he did.

It's ridiculous.

People like my husband don't go to
prostitutes. He's not the type.

DEVLIN: What is the type?

Please don't be clever with me.

What about the money you took out?

What money?
£4,000. Your husband told us-

Yes, of course, my business.

You see, I buy a lot of things
with cash.

We both use the household account.

But it's in your husband's name.
I use it a lot.

I prefer to keep that account
separate from my business one.

So the tax man doesn't find out?

(SIGHS)

The £4,000, Mrs Williams?

I bought some antiques
from a place near Kingston.

Can you prove that?
I'm not aware I have to.

Mrs Williams-
Are you arresting me, Officer?

No.

Then if you'll excuse me,
my son needs to eat.

Thank you for your time. Matty?

That's an impressive collection
of knives.

It should be. Cost a fortune.

Of course, you're missing one.

We had the kitchen done the other
month. It probably got lost then.

The knife that went missing
from Gavin Williams' house

was a 27cm filleting blade,
which matches the depth and the width

of the penetration wound.
And it flexes.

Which gives us a murder weapon.

Yeah. Gavin Williams initially lied
about knowing the girl.

We've got DNA that puts him at the
scene.

He's got no alibi
for the time of death.

Also, withdrawals from his bank
account

match the amount of money found
under the girl's mattress.

And you think it's blackmail?
Well, there's your motive.

Means, motive and opportunity.

And all of it circumstantial.
What else have you got?

Preponderance of probability.

That's what they've got.

Or in other words,
what are the chances?

It's not beyond reasonable doubt but
you can see it from here.

Pick him up.

Enjoy.
Thanks!

Sorry.

I don't believe it.
I know.

Should have brought my book
for you to sign.

Gavin Williams, I am arresting you

on suspicion of the murder of
Katerina Cizek.

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

Preponderance of crap, more like.
You've got nothing.

We have the pay-as-you-go mobile
phone

your client his and denied having.

So? All he's guilty of is seeing
a prostitute

and lying about it to his wife.
You want to make that illegal?

There aren't enough prisons
in the world.

Meanwhile, my contracts
have been cancelled,

no publisher will touch me,
I'm the laughing stock,

I'm ruined and I didn't do anything.

Don't you think my client has
suffered enough?

As much as Katerina Cizek?

The DNA only shows he was there,
which we don't deny.

You have no murder weapon and your
only proof of motive

is the cash withdrawals that match
the amount found at the scene.

Now, you say blackmail,
I say coincidence.

And Jane Williams will give evidence
that she withdrew that money.

You can't prove she didn't.
You can't prove anything.

You really want to do this?

She has a point. The only thing
we can prove is infidelity.

And it's not like that's a crime.
Maybe it should be. Hello?

Or don't vows mean anything anymore?

Since when did you become
a maiden aunt?

You're saying it doesn't count
if you have to pay for it?

It was just sex, Henry.
Stupid, yes. Pathetic, even.

But I don't think it makes it a
criminal matter.

It's not about the sex,
it's the dishonesty.

He made a fool of his wife,
a mockery of their life together.

That's the reality of the situation.
It's never just sex.

Gavin Williams didn't kill Katka
because he was married.

He was worried about losing his
professional standing, not his wife.

His marriage was incidental.
Tell that to Jane Williams!

All right. Our key plank -
Gavin Williams killed Katerina

because she was blackmailing him?
Yeah.

So...how do we know?

£4,000 is a lot of cash.

I said I don't know about the money.

Look, I understand you want
to defend Katka's name.

It's all she has left.

Except it doesn't help.
Not if it stops us

from punishing the man who did this.

There was one guy.

He used to see her. A lot.

She said he was "sweet on her".

He had a crush?

Yes. Crush.

He kept telling her how clever
she was, how good her brain was.

That she should use it,
improve herself.

He said he would help.

And did he?

He kept buying her stuff.
Gifts. With little notes.

Like jewellery?

Jewellery, she could have used.

Or sold.

No. He gave her books.

What good is that?

She gave them to charity shop
around the corner.

Said at least they'd do someone
some good.

Did she tell him to stop?

No. She was embarrassed.

He was nice, but she saw him because
he paid her, not because...

I told her to be careful.

I told her she should end it
before it got too...

But Katka just laughed.
Said she knew what she was doing.

Reckoned she could get more
out of him than just books.

Pretty soon,
this lot will be redundant.

We'll all be reading books
on our phones.

Entire libraries in the palms
of our hands.

Never happen.

You'll see.

Well, books are knowledge, Matty.
Ideas, you know?

Hold a book in your hand,
you know you've got something there.

It's got...heft.

Hmm... You can't do that if it has
been all...digitalimilised.

Feel free to help, yeah?

And...

..you can't do that...with a gizmo.

(READS) Katka, for everything.
Always, G.

(READS) For The Love Of God:
A History Of The Crusades, Part One

by Gavin Williams.

Vanity, thy name is Gavin.

So you think Gavin Williams
was in love with Katka?

And we know she was planning
to turn that into hard cash.

Well, if she was blackmailing him,
we've got our motive. Almost.

We need to break the wife's story.

Where did you say she spent
the money?

Yeah, I know her.
She comes in here a lot.

Only interested in high-end stuff.

I mean, you can tell, of course.
Lovely teeth.

Sorry? Never trust someone
who skimps on dental hygiene.

They always turn out to be cheap.

Was she here a fortnight ago?

Perhaps. I can't remember.
We get a lot of people.

Oh, I remember I sold her a chair
and a matching footstool.

And she spent?
Oh... It was the Eames. Hang on.

Ah... Here we are.

I let her have them for £3,500.

That's all? I know.
I probably should have got four.

No, I mean that's all she bought?

I couldn't get her to even look
at anything else.

£3,500, Mrs Williams. How do you
account for the difference?

You'll have to in court.

Where you'll have plenty of time
to ask her, but until then-

Did you know your husband bought
Katerina gifts?

That he had feelings for her?

OK. Time to go.

Your husband regularly saw
a prostitute behind your back.

Why are you still protecting him?

Jane...

All I ever wanted was to be
a wife and a mother.

Can you understand that?

And the night he was with her,
I sat at home worrying.

What his agent would say,
how his career was going.

Fretting, when all the time,
he was...

I have to live with the
knowledge

that this person meant something
to Gavin.

But this is my family. Mine.

And I'm not going to help you
destroy it.

I understand what you're doing.
I'm not doing anything.

You're being loyal.
No.

You're trying to link the money
you used to buy the chair

with the money that was withdrawn
from the hole-in-the-wall.

But you took money out all the time.
There is no link.

If my husband had done what you
claim,

do you think I'd stand by him
regardless?

Then perhaps it's fear. This is the
life you feel you're owed, right?

Nice husband, nice house. All you
have to do is be the dutiful wife.

Isn't that what you were taught? And
now something like this comes along

and your reaction is
"No, it never happened."

Mm-mm. Too harsh.

What, you think? If you bully her,
she'll come across as sympathetic.

Well, she's lying to protect
a murderer.

I think the jury need to see it.

What they'll see if somebody
whose life has fallen apart

but who is holding her ground,
fighting for her family.

You admire her, don't you?

A little bit.

Why?

Because she has been betrayed and
humiliated and yet there she is,

dug in, holding everything up
with spit and will-power.

And that's sort of impressive.

Yeah.

We're still going to have to break
her, though.

We'd better.
Without her, we can't prove motive.

Yes, I'd say a wound like this -
its trajectory - is highly unusual.

And you concluded...
The blade was flexible.

Thank you.

Is it not possible that this was a
rigid blade

that was simply deflected
by the rib.

Were that to happen, I'd expect the
lateral movement of the knife

to open up the entry wound,

causing tearing of the flesh as the
angle of penetration altered.

It's not possible?

Even though human skin is elastic

and the victim might well have been
moving at the moment she was stabbed,

it's impossible that this wound
was caused by a rigid blade?

It's unlikely.

But not impossible.

(READS) She reckoned she could
get more out of him than just books.

That's what you said in your
statement.

If you say so.

And during this conversation,

was the word 'blackmail' used
at any time?

It didn't have to be.

So she never actually said it?
No.

Did she mention my client by name?
No.

Just that he gave her gifts?

That she gave to charity shop.

Hmm. (READS) Katka, for everything.
Always, G.

How many clients did Katka have?

My Lord, the witness can't possibly
be expected to answer that.

Ms Mathesson?

Were you busier than Katka?
About the same.

And how many regular clients do you
have?

Around 50. Maybe more.

Hmm. One or two with the initial G?

More than that. It is not unusual.

It isn't, is it?

Thank you.

Some of those punches landed today.

Listen, tomorrow, Jane Williams.

Yeah, if we show she's lying,
we can establish a motive-

I want you to do it. Me? Well, you
interviewed her. You understand her.

I think 'impressive' was the word
used, wasn't it?

Yeah, along with 'sort of'.

Listen, if we are going to break
her, isn't it better

to use an understanding, impressed
woman than a nasty, bullying man?

You'll be right beside me.
Won't it seem a bit cynical?

No, because I won't be there.

What's going on?
I have to be out of town.

During the trial?
It's personal.

Nothing to do with rats and sinking
ships, then?

No. And wear a wig.

Juries like them. God knows why.
Bit of gravitas, I suppose.

Jake-
Without one, you look like my PA.

Mrs Williams, you gave evidence that
in the two weeks before the murder,

you made eight withdrawals of £500.

I have a little business,
which I run with a friend.

We buy certain items, antiques,
often for cash.

Do you know what this is?

Thank you.

It's a delivery note. Would you
read what is written on it, please?

(READS) Sold. One Eames chair
and footstool. Cash.

And the amount, please,
Mrs Williams? (READS) £3,500.

And is that your signature on the
bottom? Yes.

You took out £4,000.
Yes.

So where did the other £500 go?

I must have spent it somewhere else.

At the antiques emporium?
Yes.

Now you mention it. I bought two
Tiffany lamps. Blue dragonfly.

Only we have statements from all the
other stallholders there.

You didn't buy anything from them
that day,

certainly not Tiffany lamps.

Perhaps they forgot.

A £500 sale?
No records? No recollection?

I... Maybe it was another day.
Or somewhere else.

Or maybe it didn't happen at all.

Your husband withdrew that cash
to pay off his blackmailer

and now you're covering for him,
isn't that right?

No. I bought the Eames-
Yes, with cash that had nothing to do

with the money that was taken out
of your husband's account.

That's not true. You withdraw cash
all the time. You said so yourself.

Yes, but- So you thought
that you could pass off

his cash withdrawal
as one of your own.

No- And by trying to link these two
entirely separate things,

you'd hope that it would explain
everything away.

Only the sums don't quite add up,
do they, Mrs Williams?

None of it quite adds up, does it?

Honestly! You prep them,
you coach them on their answers,

hours and hours getting them ready
so they won't freeze in the box

and what happens? I mean, it's not
like we didn't see you coming.

Congratulations. You had her flopping
around like a landed fish up there.

I don't know about that.

Jacob was right. It was so much
better coming from you.

Well, it's not like he gave me
much choice.

You think he dropped you in it?

Don't you?

Look, it's, erm...his mother.

She's not at all well.

That's why...
He had to go and see her.

Oh, I see. He didn't say.

No. He'll be back for closing.

Just so you know.

You should be pleased with yourself.

Henry? I wasn't that good.

Jane Williams was prepped
and ready for me.

I didn't come at her
with anything new.

But she did more than just fall
apart up there,

she made our case for us.

Why would she do that?

Have you reached a verdict upon which
you are all agreed? We have.

On the charge of the murder of
Katerina Cizek,

do you find the defendant
Gavin Williams guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

I think she did it deliberately.
Oh, come on, Alesha.

Without her,
we couldn't make the blackmail stick.

Without the blackmail,
we had no case. She knew that.

Nerves. Happens all the time.

I interviewed her, remember?
This one doesn't get nervous.

You were there. All she had to do was
stick to her story. That's true.

Henry?
Continue.

I'm just saying, maybe this loyal
wife wasn't that loyal after all.

Maybe she got just the result she
wanted. It's the one we wanted too.

I'm just saying it's worth a look-
We got the right man.

For the right reasons?
We got him. Does it matter how?

So the ends justify the means?
Simple as that?

He killed Katka Cizek. And his wife
served him up on a plate.

Doesn't that strike you as odd?

Remind me, we won this case, right?
For now. But if I'm thinking this,

how long before Rachel Mathesson
does the same?

I just want to dig around,
see what's there.

It wasn't nerves.

When's sentencing?

Two weeks.

Do it on your own time.

Gavin didn't stand a chance.

Thank you. In what sense?

We'd only just started up
the business.

We were doing the house of a friend
of his.

They met.

She told me afterwards,
"He's the one. Give me a year."

He proposed after ten months.
Janey always gets what she wants.

And the marriage was good?

What would I know? My ex spent years
banging anything with a pulse

and I thought everything was fine.

Did she ever confide in you?

She thinks it's a sign of weakness.

Even when Sam came along,
she didn't... You know?

There was one day. She cried.
For Janey, that's Krakatoa.

What happened?
It was a little while ago now.

Sam must have been six months.

Whole days,
she was away with the fairies.

Because of something that happened?

I think looking after Sam was really
taking it out of her.

So I told her I'd babysit and she
should go out.

See a movie, get pissed,
just...forget it all. And did she?

Well, that's where she was the night
Gavin bumped off his Euro-tart.

OK, so she was out on the piss. I
think we need a bit more than that.

How about she told me she was
at home that night? "Fretting"?

Go on. In the weeks leading up to
the murder,

she was distracted. Stressed.

Well, so would you be if your kid
had cerebral palsy.

What if she knew about Katka then?

What if she planned to do something
about it?

What if all of it,
the display of loyalty,

the collapse in the witness box, was
actually her manipulating all of us?

You think she killed Katka?

I think she wanted her husband to pay
for what he did. Motive.

The knife matches theirs. Means.

She follows him to Katka's, waits,
and after he's gone, rings the bell,

"I'm his wife. Can we talk?"
Opportunity.

But if she wanted to frame him,
why not just produce the knife?

She knows it would lead us
straight to him.

She's smarter than that. If she did,
he would know it was her.

That's quite a leap.
Weren't you ever taught,

"You hear hooves, think horses-"
"Not zebras", I know.

But all along,
she has provided evidence

that looks like it exonerates him
while at the same time,

actually condemning him.
Sometimes, it is zebras.

Maybe she's sly.

But so am I.

I don't understand. When the lab
sent the contents of Katka's stomach

to be tested,
the samples were compromised.

Which means what? We can't be sure
of the time of death.

So...it might have been later?

It might. We're not sure.

But it could have been when I was
with Steph, my agent.

Which means I couldn't possibly have-

We'll know soon enough.
Unbelievable.

Oh, God!

Do you realise what this means?

Did she bite?
Let's wait and see.

Rachel Mathesson was very convincing.

I'm sure she was, if she thinks
it will get her client off.

(MOBILE RINGS)
THORNE: Yes?

Hotshots. What if you are wrong?

You colluded with Gavin Williams'
lawyer

and offered the false hope of
exoneration as bait.

How do you think that will
play out there?

OK. Thanks.

That was Rachel. Jane Williams wants
to meet us tomorrow.

She bit.

I remembered I had left some boxes
of crockery and whatnot

at my mother's when we'd had the
kitchen done. I phoned her.

And the knife was in there?

I can't believe I didn't remember
until now.

And you collected it from your
mother's last night? That's right.

Hmm.

These are sworn statements
from DS Brooks and DS Devlin.

They followed you from the moment
you left here yesterday.

You called at the house
of Vanessa Marsh.

You bought a bottle of wine.

You went home and you didn't leave
until you came here this morning.

You didn't go near your mother's.
Sorry, I don't understand.

What does it matter?
Just test the knife

and it will prove that he's innocent.

We both know what it will prove.

It will be missing the sliver of
metal found in Katka's body.

It will prove conclusively that it's
the murder weapon.

Which is the idea, isn't it?

Sorry, wh-what are you talking about?

How long had you known about Katka,
Mrs Williams?

Long enough to withdraw small
amounts of cash,

£50 here, £50 there, nothing
that would attract attention-

-which you've squirrelled away until
you had four grand.

Then, the week before the murder,
you made those big withdrawals,

which you knew would show up when the
police looked.

That's how it happened.
Can't you stop this?

You killed Katka, planted the money
under her mattress, went home,

kissed your boy good night and waited
for the police to come calling.

Are you mad?!

Why would she-
The knife Jane brought in

was the knife that killed Katka.
If you didn't use it, then who did?

I found the phone.

Your other one.

The one you used for her.

Jane...

I read the texts, saw how long
you'd been lying, you piece of...

Jane, I'm so sorry.

It was just a stupid crush,
it didn't mean anything.

I would never do anything to
hurt you and Sam.

Jesus...

I thought I could help her.

She didn't deserve...

Even now, you've still no idea
what you did.

OK.

OK, I was an idiot. I'm sorry.

But come on, do you think you're the
first wife who has ever been cheated-

You gave me herpes!

So that's what this is about?

You get a few sores
and I have to go to prison?

I was pregnant!

That whore gave it to you
and you give it to me

and you kept it a secret,
thought if I didn't know...

And all that time, you knew.

Don't you get it?

I didn't have any symptoms,
so I never got it treated.

And then Sam...

Then Sam was born.

Oh... Oh, no, no, no, please.

It went to his brain.

I was infected and...

Who knows if he'll ever walk or
talk?

The seizures, the spasms...

You're the reason.

My beautiful boy.

It's not nothing.

It's everything.

(SNIFFS)

Vodka tonic, please.

Jane Williams has pleaded guilty.

And Gavin is left to look after
his son.

A daily reminder.
Serves him right.

You think he was the villain?

Yes, no, I don't know.
Well, she was the one

who ended up destroying three lives.
She lashed out.

Having spent the previous months
cooking up the plan

and getting the money out in order
to frame him.

Hardly the heat of the moment.
Thank you.

Her son got handed a life sentence.
She just wanted to make them pay.

I wonder if she thinks
it was worth it.

She was defending her kid. Isn't
that what mothers are meant to do?

Yeah. That's what they do.

Mmm.

I was sorry to hear about your mum.

Henry told you?

I thought you'd dropped me in it.

No, I'd never do that.

Are you OK?
I'm fine.

Thanks for asking.

And your mum?

Thanks for asking.

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