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Old Denis Law did the best one.

When he scored, he lifted his arm,
but he had his sleeve pulled down...

like this.

- Like what, Dad?
- Like he was a kid,

playing football in the street
in the cold and the rain.

The sleeve was to wipe away snot,
probably.

Rain, snot,

football in the street.

- Those were the days.
- Yeah, you watch it.

You not taking the cab tonight, Dad?

No. Where are you going tonight?

- Hooking up with John.
- Have a good time, take care.

- We'll see you later.
- Night, Mum.

Have fun.

Sorry, mate.

All right, mate?

What do you mean, she won't let you?

This is a massive night out.

Oh, John, not again!

Yeah.

All right. Bye...

- Sorry. Oi!
- Get on with it!

All right, yeah, yeah...

I'm sorry, I'm not a cab driver.

Never mind.

I could drop you somewhere.

- Where do you want to go?
- I have no idea.

Why did you stop?

I didn't.

I mean, I did, but...

not for you.

The seaside.

- What?
- Where's the nearest seaside?

- You want to go to the seaside?
- Yeah.

You can't do that!

Whose is the cab?

My dad's.

He lets you use it?

No.

You drive it without him knowing?

Just this once.

- I'm shocked.
- Sorry.

Why tonight?

I don't know.

Sometimes you just do things, don't you?

I felt happy.

Great, thanks.perso je supprimerais

Here you go, kids.idem

A 99, double flake, chocolate sauce
and hundreds and thousands, please.

Same.

- Please. Thanks.
- Are you unhappy the rest of the time?

No. Why?

Just the way you said "I felt happy."

I'm fine.

Maybe I took the cab because
I knew that out there was a mad girl

who really badly wanted
to go to the seaside.

Thank you.

- Run.
- What?

Run!

No, thanks.

But this is Saturday night
at the seaside.

It's wonderful.

Or...

it's very wonderful.

Depending on your state of mind.

Personally I prefer very wonderful.

I don't want to be alone tonight.

No.

- Do you have a girlfriend?
- No.

- Do you?
- No.

I don't have a boyfriend either.

- I don't know your name.
- I don't know yours.

Are you gonna tell me?

Do your mum and dad live here?

My mum's dead.

- Sorry.
- It's all right.

- Your dad?
- He works nights.

The drawer in the kitchen.

Which one?

Yeah, that one. The knife.

- Your turn.
- No.

- Yes.
- No way.

Go on.

Go on.

I'm going now.

I'm gonna go.

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna go now...

... on behalf of the Maritime
and Coastguard Agency at double O-1...

There are warnings of gales.

All right?

OK, out you get, sir.

Take it easy.

What happened?

I don't know.

- Are tThere's no other units available?
- I don't know...

The corner...

- Have you been drinking this evening?
- We've got to go.

- What?
- Two minutes away, serious incident.

No other units available.

Whole world's gone to a murder
in Stock Hill.

Put the boy in the car.
Bravo Alpha 6-3, responding.

- What about tThe cab?
- We're leaving the cab.

We're putting the kid in the car
and we're going.

All right.
Can you get in the car, please?

It's all right.

Where are we going? What incident?

Please be quiet, young man.

- Don't move.
- Is she dead?

What? Who?

Can I do this?

Let me go in.

Bravo Alpha 6-3.

We're TA'd at the scene.

Constable Q694 is on his way in.

Roger that, back up on its way.

- Are you the neighbour the one that put in the call?
- I live just there.

Someone will be along
to interview you later.

Don't get cold.

Stay in the car!

Oh, Lord...

Detective Superintendent Box.

Get this sealed off.

Nobody in or out unless I say so.

What's he doing?
Hey! This is a crime scene.

What the hell are you doing throwing up
all over my crime scene?

Come here.

Throw up in there.

- Who's that? The neighbour that called?
- Sorry, sir.

Never mind the sorrys,
just sharpen up and answer me.

Damage only RTA, sir.
Suspected drink drive.

We got the shout for this
at the scene of the crash.

You did the right thing. Now, focus.

- What's in there?
- A dead body, sir.

Wound to the chest. In the bedroom.

- First floor, back room.
- Male or female?

Female.

Right, get your drink driver
down to the nick,

process him, change your uniform.

Good lad.

Bring him in, Jase.

Stand down man.

Seriously, let me go,
I didn't do nothing! What?

I ain't giving you my name!

Calm down, calm down.

I ain't calming down! Seriously.

Get him out. Out of here.

And... proper search!

- Name?
- Ben.

Coulter.

Frisk him, Briggs.

- Sarge?
- What?

I'm a woman.

This police station is killing itself
to keep up.

Do you object to this married woman
searching you? Thank you.

Do the search.

Yes, please, Constable.

Mr Coulter was found
in his crashed vehicle in Bowman Street.

I arrested him on suspicion
of drink driving.

No, I didn't.

- I didn't get that far.
- Then you better arrest him now.

Guv'nor, what's the score?

Dead female.

Knife wound to the chest.

Sexual assault gone wrong we think.

Neighbour saw a black cab
leaving the scene.

- What was that?
- Black cab, Constable.

So, we're looking for a knife,

with a blade approximately
an inch and a quarter...

With a blade approximately
an inch and a quarter wide.

Where was the RTA?

- Bowman Street.
- Time?

1:35.

What's your name?

My name is Ben Coulter.

- Constable Jeary.
- Yes, sir?

This one is yours.

Arrest this man on suspicion
of the murder of Melanie Lloyd.

- You've got it all wrong!
- Take it easy, son.

You've got it wrong. I didn't do it!

I didn't... please!

Get off!

Please!

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me.

- I can't breathe...
- If you're talking, you're breathing.

Face against the wall!

- Off.
- Pants.

Stop fighting us, Ben.
Do this easy. Come on.

- It helps all of us.
- You're a scene, just like the house.

We need everything we can get
from a scene.

Get the pants.

Off.

I'm asthmatic.

Where's your Ventolin?

Here, put this on.

Five minute checks.

Theres' just
one more thing we need from you.

Do we have consent?

What's happening? Consent for what?

You can say no to this if you want to.

My name's doctor Gerrard, I need
to take a sample from inside your penis.

If you say no, we'll have to get
permission from my boss,

he'll say yes, of course,
it just takes a bit longer.

So it's going to happen
anyway and if you refuse now,

it can be used against you in court.

And I don't want you disadvantaged, Ben.

You really can say no if you want to.

Say the words for me, Ben.

I consent.

You want me to stay?

Jump out of the suit
and on your side, please.

Will it hurt?

Yes.

Dad, try to listen.

Murder, dad.

Just come, dad.

That's your lot, son.

You're needed.

I've gotta go.

Here comes your man, Ben.

In all his glory.

My name is Stone.

- Are you the...
- Shut up! Good boy.

What is it?
That blinking thing you do?

Some sort of tic, is it?

I've seen some tics in my time.

They can be very endearing
or they can go the other way

and have a whiff
of the psychopath about them.

This tic, I'm not so sure about.

Aeration for my eczema.

I'm glad you're here.

You're an asthmatic?

Same family as eczema.

Juries love an asthmatic.

The asthma killer.

The sex brute
who can't breath very well.

Doesn't play, does it?

Sex brute?

That's what this lot
will be feeding the press with.

- She was...
- I'm gonna tell you something

and it's the most important thing

you will hear in your entire life.

So don't not hear it.

- What?
- Shut it.

- I don't understand.
- They come up with their story.

We come up with ours.

The jury gets to decide
which story they like best.

The best story wins.

Now, the good news for us,

is we get to hear what their story is
before we have to tell them ours, so...

we keep schtum

until we know what they're doing.

Story? Why do you keep telling that?
I wanna tell you the truth.

You really really don't.
I don't wanna be stuck by the truth.

But you need to know
whether I'm guilty or innocent.

I need to be flexible.

Then I want somebody else.

15 years.

What?

Don't listen to this Daily Mail nonsense
about early release.

It's 15 years you will serve as a lifer.
You know what?

That's 3 years too long.

12 years, some people can do
and come out with a...

a chance of being a human being again.

15? No.

They've lost too much.

You can see in their eyes,

the shop is shut.

Winning

is everything, Ben.

Forget the truth.

Now.

The custody clock is ticking down,
they have got...

24 hours to charge or release you, so...

we do everything

at half speed.

It really winds them up,
and the clock is ticking down.

- Ready?
- Cup of tea if you're nice, no rush.

You go no comment
to every single question.

Except to agree
they've got your name right.

Now, the judge will tell the jury
that they can...

infer guilt from your silence.

But I've been a no comment man
all my working life

and it has never let me down.

You'll give evidence,
our brief will ask you why you went

no comment to the police station.
And you tell them.

- Tell them what?
- That your sollicitor made you do it.

Jury will look at you, nice boy,

no form, little bit of asthma,

and they look at me, and they buy it.

Why can't I...

What's wrong with just telling them?

This is their life, Ben.

It's what they do every single day.

You're at massive disandvantage here,
you have got to shut up

until you know enough not to.

And I really think
you should lose the tic.

Can you do that for me?

Good lad.

Why did you try
to get out of the police car?

- No comment.
- Were you running away?

- No comment.
- She fought you, didn't she?

No comment.

That's why you've got injuries
on your chest.

You broke into her house
and you sexually assaulted her,

she fought like crazy for her life.

- No comment.
- Oh, Lord.

Did your sollicitor tell you
to anwer no comment?

No comment.

"Is she dead?"

- What?
- What are you talking about?

That's what you said
in the back of the police car.

- Do you recall saying that?
- Don't answer that.

How did you know
the deceased was a female?

We hadn't mentionned it.

Nor had we said anything
about someone being dead.

- Don't call her that.
- What?

Female, like she's...

- an animal or something.
- What should we call her?

I don't know her name.

Melanie.

Are we gonna find traces
of Melanie all over you?

Would you rather we called her
the deceased female after all?

Stop the tape.

- Your uniform?
- Yes?

Why the hell are you doing this
interview? Where are the detectives?

I thought we were going along
quite well.

Where is he?

Where is Box?

It's his time with the body.
The Golden Hour.

A good long look at the scene
can tell you such a lot.

My name is Detective Superintendent Box.
You're not ready to talk to anyone.

But there will come a time when you
will want help and answers. Call me.

Cut out all the in-between
and ring me up.

Day or night, Mr Lloyd.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I couldn't even drive it properly.

All those years in the back,
I thought it would be easy.

You don't know anyone called Melanie.

Mum, I was there.

They're not mistaken.

- Why?
- I was there...

and then I went to sleep.

And when I woke up she was dead.

And then I ran away.

Well, have you told them that?

- Why not, love?
- Solicitor told me not to.

I'm gonna get you someone proper,
cos you're getting out of here.

It'll be all right, son.

Thank you.

Thank you for letting us see him.

- Can he have this?
- Against all the rules.

Mary...

Mother's Pride never killed anyone.

Off home, sir?

It's quarter to five in the morning!

Two-murder night and we haven't spoken.

- What do you want?
- More men.

What do you want more men for?

I heard your suspect
in the Melanie murder is bang to rights.

I had to use 2 uniform to interview him

because the three CID boys available
are up at the Stock Hill estate

- on the junkie murder.
- That's just how it is.

Meanwhile, you've got half the nick out
there pulling in 20 drink drives each

so you get enough "detections"
for your precious government target.

Why don't you get it?
It's a very simple equation.

We miss our targets,
they cut our budget.

We end up with even less time
to do police work.

I don't like it either,
but I have to make choices.

It's the same as...

- health.
- Health?!

Shall we keep
the old soak liver failure going

or shall we save the nine-year-old?
We're no different.

One pot of money
and one pot of coppers. Good night, Box.

So the answer is no?

The answer is no.

You've gotta get smart, Ben.

- I answered no comment.
- Some of the time.

What's the jury going make of that?

Here's a boy who answers
the easy ones and then

shuts up when the going gets tough.
How does that look?

- Sorry.
- Box'll do the next interview himself.

He's a bit of a rarity.

Most bosses don't bother
now that everything is taped.

But Box... still does them.

Why?

Because he's a talented oppressor.

Like all good coppers,
he does you over inside the rules.

He's a... a subtle beast.

He seems like a decent man.

Like I said...

he's subtle.

Thank God for the taped interview,
eh, Box?

Vital protection for you boys.

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

Quality villains
can't make up the nasty things

that policemen have supedly
said to them in interviews any more.

What'd you know about quality villains?
You're a slappers and dippers man.

Right, thank you.

My name is Harry Box.
Detective Superintendent.

Also present are...

Constable Karen Briggs Q485.

The table has gone.

Detective Superintendent Box believes
this creates a less formal atmosphere,

which is also why
he has a woman police officer present.

Apparently, all this makes it
more likely a suspect will talk to him.

It's a ploy he's fond of using.

More women, fewer tables.

My name is Ralph Stone, solicitor.

Also present is the accused.

Ben Coulter.

Right now...

I'm going to ask you about the science.

And blood in particular.

But first, because I'm a fair man,
I'm going to...

let you know how it's going to look,
on the science front.

We'll have her on you, you on her,

we'll have you on the knife,
the knife on you.

We'll have you on the house,
the house on you,

we'll have you on the cab,
the cab on you,

- the knife on the cab...
- Is this a question?

What I really want to know, Ben...

is there anything, anything at all,

that you want to say to me?

My client cannot be expected to comment

on scientific evidence
we don't even have yet.

I'm struggling here, Ben.

The nice lad

with the loving mum who brings him
sandwiches is also someone

who picks up a complete stranger
in the middle of the night.

Why?

To have sex with her?

- Did you have sex with her?
- Yes.

Look, I'm sorry.

- Can we stop, please?
- No, we can't do that, Ben.

I'm not like any of this!
I'm not what you're turning me into.

Just trying to understand.

That's a boy.

Can you help me?

- No comment.
- The evidence is so strong.

You're really going to need
to start talking, Ben Coulter.

Then charge him.

When you have sufficient evidence
you must charge.

What's stopping you?

He doesn't feel right, does he?

You're very proud of your gut
and your nose,

but neither of them
are fancying my boy for this, are they?

Harry Box.

I want to tell the truth.

You're the jury, Ben.

Run the truth by yourself.

Who killed Melanie Lloyd?

Is it the boy with the blood
all over him and the knife in his pocket

and the hopeless taped interview?

Or is it... someone else?

It's not hard, is it?

The truth can go to hell and
if you don't get that into your head,

right now,
forget about the rest of your life.

He said five minute checks.

Why's it changed?

What are you reading?

- Could I get some air?
- You can go for a cigarette.

I don't smoke. That's the rule.

Smoking, yes. Fresh air, no.

Can I go for a cigarette?

You don't smoke.

I've just started.

What did your mum say?

Did you tell her it wasn't you?

Does she believe you?

She's my mum.

So what's the answer to my question?

Your solicitor is upstairs having coffee

in the police canteen.

It's a big club really,
the criminal justice system.

I'm not a member.

I don't like the idea of a double life.

My job is to lock up bad people.
I don't see why I would want to be friends

with anyone who's trying
to stop me doing that.

That's why I'm down here with you

and not drinking coffee with Mr Stone.

You shouldn't be doing this, should you?

I really, really love my job.

But now and again
I get frustrated by the rules.

And with the likes of yourself,

I would like to drop
all the formal business

and just talk.

You can cut through everything.

What do you mean?

This is the most open and shut case
I've handled in a very long time.

- So why don't you charge me?
- Because I like you.

Because I want it to be over for you.

It's something they all say...

is that there's an immense
sense of relief...

When you tell someone.

Like finding God.

- It looks like I killed her.
- That's how it looks.

Maybe you didn't mean to.

Sometimes stuff just happens.

I want to go back inside now.

Thank you.

Big man!

You call it.

Charge him.

It's OK.

I've never been up
on a careless driving.

The stipe will be so thrilled
it's not sex you're here for.

We'll walk away with a slapped wrist.
OK, Paul?

- It's Pauline.
- Good boy.

I'll be right back.

Ben Coulter. Stephen Ticehurst.

I'm Ben Coulter.

I'm your barrister.
And this is Hugo Curry, your solicitor.

What about Mr Stone?

Your dad wants to use us.

Yes, Mr Curry here,
because he's a solicitor,

can't really be frank with you
about another member of his profession,

but I can.

My five seconds with Mr Stone just now
tells me everything I need to know.

- What?
- Well, he's second class.

You can smell
low-level crime all over him.

You're more important than that, Ben.

You need a better class
of person looking after you. OK?

- OK, here's what we do.
- I'm sorry.

I've got some other lawyers now.

Right.

Good.

I've gotta go upstairs...

and do Paul... Pauline.

- What's this?
- From Mr Stone.

- I don't smoke.
- Take them.

They're currency where you're going.

- He took the cigarettes.
- Are you sure?

Maybe you're mistaken about that.

He took the cigarettes from me!

Come and get them, grass boy.

Ben Coulter.

When you went through the red light,
what gear were you in?

Basically the same as I'm in now.

I'm sorry?

Dolce and Gabbana.

Three points on your license
and �100, or one day.

Yes, Madam Clerk.

Number 13 on your list, madam.

Ben Coulter. Charged with murder.

Mr Coulter was found

three streets from the crime scene

in session of the knife
which has been identified

as belonging to the premises
where the crime took place.

The knife has blood on it.

Is there a bail application?

Two grounds of objection.

Failure to appear and fear
that he could commit further offences.

Mr Ticehurst?

OrdinarilyUsually, I wouldn't think about making
a bail application in a case like this,

but I have an advantage
over everyone in this court.

I have spent
quality time with my client,

and I have looked into his eyes
and seen something very clear.

This is a young man
determined to prove his innocence.

People like that do not run away,
they do not skip bail. Why?

They want to get into court
and prove to the world

they didn't do
what is alleged against them.

You can't give him bail. You can't.

Bail is a right and not a privilege.

There have to be reasons
for refusing it. I can see none.

I have listened very carefully
to Mr Ticehurst.

Bail is refused on both grounds.

Mr Coulter, you will be remanded
in custody. Next please, Madam Clerk.

Can I see my son, then please?

- Will you let me see my son, please?!
- Dad.

Keep your head down.
Don't talk to anyone unless you have to

and here's my card.
Just in case you change your mind.

Not often I see you
giving advice for nothing.

Yeah, well.

How much would you make out of
a decent murder if it goes all the way?

Just wondering.

Coulter?

Is that you whimpering?

Ben Coulter, everybody!

We got a grass on board.

Needs to be in with a grown-up
who won't have him for breakfast.

- What are you in for?
- Cut a man's arm with a meat cleaver.

You?

Whole wing knows that Ben Coulter,

- rapist, murderer.
- I didn't do this.

- Do you believe me?
- No-one on the wing believes you.

We've got the best criminal justice
system in the world,

the jury will get it right.

Unless you've got Perry Mason
lined up to be my junior

we're completely
down the plughole on this, ain't we?

Some people still believe ugly white
men with broken noses are the bosses.

Are they in charge?

Freddy's the boss.

- Is there anything else?
- Yeah.

Milroy. He won't go away.

Do you want Freddy Graham to help you?

Or do you prefer dead the shower
with your guts cut out

and those smart brains
all over the floor?

Plead guilty to manslaughter,

you'll be sentenced for that
and there'll be no murder trial.

I'd be saying that I killed her.

You're being offered this
because it's obviously that you killed her.

Do you plead guilty or not guilty?