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I wouldn't mention those charges.

Are you deaf? I just said there were no charges.

And you have no right to insinuate that I was guilty in any way of deviant

behavior. Stephen, please.

Oh, shut up. Can't you see what this man is doing?

If you're trying to upset me, Detective Superintendent, then you have succeeded.

I've completely exonerated in both cases.

Mr. Warren... I've given you details of my exact movements on the morning that

Cassie Booth was murdered.

Considering how much I'm paying you, you should get me out of here, and with an

apology. Detective Superintendent, may I speak with my client alone?

Why? I haven't done anything wrong, for God's sake. Just keep calm. Don't you

tell me what to do.

I have been trying for months to get cooperation with regard to closing down

brothel opposite my home, but it's still in operation.

Let me love the sound of his own voice.

Go on, is it?

Oh, he's got smooth as silk napier around with him. I need you to check his

alibi. Has he got a good one?

Yeah, he claims he was taking his daughters to their swimming lesson.

Had coffee with his wife, then meeting up with a ripply wine merchant of

Search has got the details.

I'll get on to it.

Pete, any news on the blood from the Mondeo? They're checking it out now.

Results should be out in a couple of days.

Every minute I'm here, I'm losing business.

I said we'd later keep him at the station to check on his alibi.

So he threatens to fire Napier.

Well, I know he comes across as a major nut, but believe me, he's enjoying the

attention.

It's typical of a cyclothymic, apparently.

I mean, you just look at his mood swings.

I mean, one minute he's manic depressive, the next minute all

acting like he's going to conquer the world or something.

So what do you think?

And cut all the psychobabble.

You think he's our man?

Yeah, well, I'm not convinced.

Yes. Yes, I'm right. Stephen took the girls to their swimming lesson.

What time was that?

Oh, about 6 .30.

Lesson starts at 7.

And then if he doesn't have an appointment, he comes back for coffee.

Although I think that was the morning he decided to fix the espresso machine for

some strange reason.

Well, Stephen never does anything round the house.

He suddenly got really het up because he couldn't have a proper coffee.

What time exactly did he get back from the swimming pool?

Um, about eight o 'clock, I think.

And did he have any other appointments that day?

Yes, he went to work at about ten and then he came back at

about tea time.

What car was he driving?

It must have been the hire car.

The Mondeo. We only got the Volvo last week.

What colour was that?

Dark red.

That's good. And post -part.

Good girl.

Right. Excuse me.

Right.

Tuesday the 6th, yeah?

Tuesday the 6th.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Lucy and Charlotte's wines and wine here from first class.

Yeah, I spoke to their father.

He's very upset that the youngest daughter, Lucy, wasn't picked for the

-school swimming challenge.

In fact, he was quite abusive.

Really?

What time was that?

Well, it was before the lesson began, so I guess around five to seven.

Did he stay to watch his girls swim?

I can't be sure, but I think I saw him once the lesson started.

All right, that's very nice.

So, uh, you bought it or what?

No, we're renting it.

We couldn't find anything in our price range we liked, but it's good.

It's got a big bedroom, nice bathroom.

Lounge and a kitchen.

That's the basics.

Listen, do you want a quick cup of coffee while I try and find that bloody

woman? Hello?

It's Alan.

Any security cameras?

OK. All right, thanks.

The wine buyer from Oxshot just confirmed Warrington kept his 11 o

appointment and the swimming pool coach said he was at the pool but he couldn't

say how long before.

Oh.

Yeah, what about security cameras?

Yes! Yeah, they've got a roaming CCTV camera overlooking the car park but they

don't keep the tapes in more than a week.

That means we're going to have to let him go.

Yeah, well, I thought he was a time waster, didn't I?

It's Wilding.

Wilding's your man.

Uncle W, Uncle Wilding.

Or Uncle Warrington.

This is very nice.

Yeah, I like stripes.

Now, you want one wall plain, one wall with stripes.

Same colour as the carpet.

I want to talk to you.

What?

Just come in and shut the door.

I've just had two police officers here asking me questions.

And I can't take much more of this. Oh, you can't? What about me?

They're persecuting me. Do you know why?

Why did they want to know where you were the morning that girl went missing?

The name is Cathy Booth.

All this is connected to that bloody company car I hired.

What did you tell them? Then why did they want to know about the car?

They're questioning everyone in the area who drives a maroon Mondeo. Now,

please, I've already had one interrogation today. I don't need

They interrogated you?

Questioned. Questioned. Then, as you can see, they released me.

May I go now? Is that all right?

Oh, you had a call.

From Adrian Ripley.

What?

So what happened with Warrington?

Well, his alibi seemed to pan out, so we had to let him go.

You know, He may be a nutcase, but I don't think he's capable of murder.

I've still got a hunch Wilding could be our guy.

And the surveillance team seem to think he's behaving pretty strangely.

And you know what?

I don't think Cassie Booth was snatched at all.

I think she went into that car of her own accord.

Now, if she parked her bicycle against the wall and put her newspaper bag over

the handlebars, it could easily have toppled over with the weight of the

newspapers, right?

Yeah, sure.

And did I tell you we had a boy come in?

He did Cassie Booth's paper run for her a couple of times. He described Wilding

and also the metallic blue car Fiat Coupe his wife drives.

So did forensics get anything off the Mondeo? No, they're testing a patch of

blood, but the results aren't back yet.

Now I'm going round in circles.

I've got no body, no murder site.

She could still be alive for all I know. So why is Warrington for obsessed with

Cassie Booth?

Obsessed with you more like.

And if he ever comes near you or this house or my kids again, I'm going to

an injunction on the nutter.

Yeah, hello.

Oh, hello, princess.

Yeah, how are you?

Uh -huh.

What?

I'll make lunch.

Lunch?

Lunch? It's half past five.

I'm sorry, dear. I got held up. The only thing holding you up is the booze, you

stupid bitch.

Get inside. Go on. Get in and sleep it up.

Nick looked up at the road. He was taking the wheel off.

Pat North.

Yes? Oh, hi.

We've never actually met.

I'm Susan Warrington.

Stephen's wife.

Hello.

I just wondered if I could have a word.

Well, um, I was off out, actually.

I'm so sorry to bother you.

It's that... I couldn't think of anyone else to speak to.

Okay.

Thank you.

I just don't think I can take any more of this.

This has been so awful.

I... I really need to know.

Was there any truth in the accusations against him?

I can understand there being a mistake once, but twice.

This, um... Cathy Boo's inquiry.

He said he was just being questioned because he drove a maroon Mondeo.

Well, I think they were eliminating drivers of that making -colour car, but

you know anything at all, Susan... I don't. I don't know anything.

He did...

Go on and on about it the morning that girl went missing.

On and on about what? About Kathy Booth?

About how terrible it all was.

He's very protective of her girls.

I was determined to have it out with him today, but I don't know where he is.

He disappears for days.

I've tried so hard to make it work.

For the girl's sake.

I think that's what I should do.

Look, I really couldn't advise you about that.

But if you were in my position, what would you do?

You know what he'd like.

I'd have thought you'd had enough at lunch.

It's for you.

Oh, sure.

I take it the soda.

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot.

I'm surprised you can even recall your own name.

Lucky for you, I don't remember everything.

What's that supposed to mean? You know full well.

And don't give me that. I'm protecting my image, Spiel.

That morning when that girl went missing.

Now, just don't go down that road again.

You may not care about your reputation, but I do.

You need treatment.

And you don't.

If the police were to find that filth on your computer, it wouldn't be my

reputation anyone would worry about.

But I presume that's why you're deleting the files.

Naked babes picnic.

Unfortunately for you.

You can't delete my memory.

We'll get you out.

We'll get you out.

We'll get you.

Gotcha.

Gotcha.

We installed the cameras because we had so much theft in the parked vehicles,

not to mention the cars themselves getting nicked. As I said before, we

usually keep the tapes more than a week, but you got lucky.

Mr Warrington, see you, mate.

You have a lot to answer for, Detective Inspector North.

I've lost the Ripley account because of you.

Miss, if that wasn't bad enough, you've encouraged my wife to start divorce

proceedings. Mr Warrington... Don't Mr Warrington me, you two -faced bitch!

Now, hang on.

I went out of my way to show you how grateful I was for your help with that

Oxshot business.

Mr Warrington, I had absolutely nothing to do with that. Don't lie!

I asked for your help, they withdrew the charges, and that is why I trusted you!

But now, to encourage my wife to divorce me...

Would you please sit down, Mr. Warrington? No, I won't.

Because I've got a present for you.

I told you Cassie Booth would be eaten up by maggots by now, didn't I?

Didn't I?

Just put the bag down, Stephen.

I've got Cassie Booth's head in here. And if you'd be nice to me, I would have

told you where the rest of her is buried.

Just put down the bag, Stephen.

No!

Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes!

Get him out of here!

The CPS needed the video as evidence against a couple of vandals. The

had it. Turned out they were like 11 and 12 years old.

It's poor quality, but technical support can clean it up.

It's coming up.

There's the Mundale.

Bugger me, that's Wilding.

He's there with Warrington. They know each other.

Freeze frame.

Can we get closer on that?

What's in the boot of the car?

Technical support can enlarge that.

It's her.

That has to be Cassie Booth.

Pad.

I'm so sorry. I only just got the message.

I'm fine, honestly.

There's really no need for you to come over.

I was worried.

Where's Warrington?

Um, well, I arrested him for assault. He's down in the cells.

I'm going to need you to drop the assault charge and transfer him back to

Southfields. He and Wilding are in it together.

They were caught on security camera in the swimming pool car park with what

looked like Cassie Booth's body in the boot of the Mondeo.

I want to arrest them both on suspicion of murder.

Good. Well, the sooner you take him out of here, the better.

And he flung it on the desk, and the bags put it open, and she got covered in

maggots.

Turns out it was a rotting dog.

Is that rough, I think?

Crazy bastard.

It was clay that long.

The FME's been in to check him over. He was freaking out before, but he seems to

have calmed down a bit now.

Thank God you're here.

I want long to tell my wife that I will admit I killed her.

I will admit to murdering Cassie Booth if she stops the divorce proceedings.

you listening to me?

But only if Susan agrees.

And I will give a statement admitting that I killed Cassie Booth.

What are you staring at me for?

Are you deaf, stupid, or what?

I know where the body is, for God's sake. I know where it is!

Stephen Warrington, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Cassie

Booth. You do not have to speak to any of you. Detective Superintendent Walker,

I will only show you where the body is.

If Pat is with me.

No, no, I'm sorry.

I don't want to put myself through another second with that man.

There's got to be another way. Get him to take you to the body.

We've tried already.

He won't go unless you're there. Pat, I'd be right behind you. We'd put a wire

on you.

Well, what about his solicitor?

Doesn't want him around.

We have the video. We have the pair of them.

But I need that body.

All right.

All right, if there really is no other way.

Thanks.

Just Pat and the driver, that's the deal.

Take it or leave it.

Fine.

You'll be on your own till you show Pat the body, then show radio for backup.

Just make sure no one follows.

If I catch so much as a glimpse of you, the deal's off.

You need me, Detective Superintendent.

But I've got nothing to lose.

I could so easily be useless if I wanted to be.

Just get in the car, Stephen.

I'll be right behind you.

I'm ready.

She's wired up.

And I've got a baker on standby to tailor.

It's like the ultimate endgame for him, isn't it? He really believes he's in

control.

Be interesting to see which one of our suspects breaks first.

They'll both incriminate each other.

We'll give him Wilder a long time to elaborate on his side of the story.

cut the crap, Satch.

We need that little girl's body.

By the way, the blood in the Mandela's not hers, it's animal.

I don't think Warrington's a killer.

No? Well, that rotting Jack Russell was his and his neck was broken.

Let's go.

Gov's got Warrington to take them to the body. He wants us to check back for a

past connection between Warrington and Wilding. And?

Re -interview both men's wives.

When are we going to arrest Wilding? Gov wants to wait till we find the body

before we bring Wilding in. But what about the video footage?

Surely that's enough to arrest him on.

He's standing looking at the body, for God's sake. Don't look at me.

Bramble Whiskey 24 to Bramble Whiskey 22.

Receiving. 22 to 24 receiving.

22 has eyeball.

Suspect moving over Batley Bridge.

South, south of a puddle bridge.

Joe's beginning to wear a bit thin. This is the third time that we've been

across this bridge.

I know, I know.

If you won't agree to talk to Susan, why should I cooperate?

She can't be allowed to divorce me.

So, you'll admit to a murder only if your wife agrees to drop divorce

proceedings. That's a bit ridiculous, isn't it?

Oh, Pat.

My mind works in a completely different way to yours.

I swear before God, I did not murder.

Kathy Booth.

But I will say that I did kill her to prove to Susan that I'm prepared to be

punished for the most heinous crime.

This is madness.

You'll lose her anyway. You'll be sent away for life.

Well, I know that.

But it'll prove that I love her.

Turn around, driver. Turn around.

Turn around, Sarge.

He's talking miles to go back over the bloody bridge.

Suspect taken a left into boat yard.

That's the other team.

Stopped manoeuvring.

Stopped manoeuvring.

An about turn.

An about turn.

It's reciprocal.

It's a reciprocal.

Any more of this and I'm going to pull the son of a bitch over.

He's just playing games with us.

What did I tell you?

Let's go.

So you don't recognise the name Carl Wilding at all?

No. Your husband never mentioned him. His old friend, perhaps? No, it doesn't

ring any bells at all.

And you don't recognise this man?

No.

I said it was ridiculous, Stephen. It wasn't meant... I mean, I'm not having a

go. I'm not insulting your intelligence in any way.

Ah. Now, this lane leads to Barn Station Crossroads, doesn't it?

Again, commands common.

Stephen. Suspect heading north, north.

Go left at this set of traffic lights.

When you get to a traffic island, go left and left again.

Suspect taking left, left on Station Road. Heading west, west.

Approaching barn station.

It's too illogical, Stephen, because if you go to prison, then you won't be able

to see Susan or your daughter.

Look, I need your help to find Kathy Booth.

Think about your daughter, Stephen.

Think about what it must be like for any parent whose child is missing.

Okay, I'm not playing your sick little game anymore.

I've the only idea of the pain that you're causing.

If you know where she is, take me there. If you don't, stop pissing around and

tell me now.

Suspect heading north -north on Rox Lane, approaching Barnes Crossroads.

Suspect over Crossroads. Off, off.

Shit. Total lost survival.

Total lost survival.

Turning, turning.

That launch is wired up and there's no dickhead driving. Right, Warren, return

us to Southfield Station, please.

Jeez, we're really quite close.

Go to my house, please, Pat.

I started getting a terrible, terrible migraine.

I get them so badly, I have to lie down for days.

I don't want my daughter to see me in these. Can you take them off?

Now, why should I do that, Steve?

Make up some story to get them out of the house.

Then it's just you and me.

What do you mean?

Is she in your house?

Yes.

I can't show you unless you take these off.

Swing, swing.

Continuing non -survival.

Continuing non -survival.

Trying alternative.

Trying alternative.

There's another train coming.

I've got her.

OK.

Can you drive to Mr Warrington's house, please?

80 in the Gables Barn.

Now, I'm doing this because I trust you, Stephen.

We trust one another, don't we?

Cool.

Okay. Thank you for your time, Mrs. Warrington.

By the way, I haven't told the girls yet, but I think you should know.

I intend to divorce Stephen.

I want nothing whatsoever to do with him anymore.

I don't even know where he is.

I'm scared.

He's very unstable.

There's no need to be scared.

You do know that your husband's been arrested?

Oh, my God.

It's a dirty move, isn't it?

You stay in the car.

I must have got stuck at the railway crossing.

Yeah, we lost the biker there too.

Still, they'll be with us in a second.

They're waiting outside where it is.

Come on, come on, let's go.

Right, move it, Satch.

All right, we'll get him out of the back of the house. Wait.

Get him out of the back of the house.

Miles, get him out of the back of the house. Yeah.

Just go back inside.

Is there any other way into the house?

No. The girls!

They'll be terrified. They're upstairs.

I'll make sure there's no way he can get back into the house. You check next

door's garden.

It's trying to lock Rick and Gwendy in here, isn't it? Yeah, what's lucky about

it, we've still lost the bastard.

Unless they've got to get into the house.

Miles, call for backup.

You bitch. They were waiting for me here.

What have they told my wife? What have they told Susan?

Nobody's going to hear you now, Pat.

You lied, you bitch.

Yes, sir. out of you now and you'll regret it.

Is Pat with you?

No, she was outside.

Where's Pat? Have you seen her? She was heading to the house a minute ago. It's

been locked.

Nobody has been in.

One sound and you'll be a dead cat. I mean it.

Where the hell is she?

I don't know.

It must have come this way.

This is useless.

Search.

It's Pat's.

I've found this in the middle of the road.

Check all the gardens. This end of the street. Move.

No. Stephen.

Stephen.

Stephen, listen to me.

Because you're going to get yourself in much, much worse trouble.

You're going to get yourself in much worse trouble. You listen to me. I

really don't believe that you killed Cassie Booth.

And if you let me go, then we can talk this through.

You want to see the body, don't you?

Well, start digging.

Right in front of you.

No. No.

I can't. I can't do this. I can't do it. Please don't make me do it. I can't do

it. Dig!

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Dig!

Dig!

God! This way!

I said I'd show you the body, didn't I?

Can you feel her?

Right,

this is getting tiresome.

I have a right to know what's going on. Where the hell is my solicitor?

Derek, our bloody time.

May I please speak with my client in private?

I've been told there's a very incriminating video recording.

Video?

What are you talking about?

Security camera footage of the car park at Barnes Lane swimming pool the morning

Cassie Booth went missing.

Apparently you're on it.

I think this might be a good opportunity for you to speak openly and truthfully

to me, Carl.

Oh, God.

Oh,

God.

You have to believe me, Derek.

I swear to you, I'm totally innocent.

Morning. Morning.

Manny. How's Pat?

Oh, she's fine, thanks. She's got a French thing that I can get back. What

you got for me?

Susan Warrington's adamant she never heard of Carl Wilding, and Rebecca

Wilding's too blotto to be certain of anything.

Is Wilding here yet?

Yeah. He's delivered to Derek Wars with him now.

Excellent. Warrington's brief's here as well. Shall I go for him?

No, he's mine.

Shall I take Wilding, yeah?

No, you're in with me.

I sat you all set.

Yeah, I'll wait for you. You've got Wilding, I'll take Warrington. OK.

I waited at the swimming pool for him to call me on my mobile to say that my car

was back.

You mean the Mondeo?

Yes.

Whereabouts were you waiting?

Around the corner from the lifts.

Tried to read a paper, but couldn't concentrate.

How long did you wait?

It seemed like forever, but I guess about 40 minutes.

Have you talked to anyone while you were there?

Not that I remember.

There was hardly anyone around at that time of the morning.

So what did you do once you got the call from Wilding?

I went out and met him in the car park.

He said I had to help him.

The body was in the boot of my car.

What did you do next?

I drove down to the river.

I was going to throw the body in the water, but the tide was out, so I had to

put it back in the car.

That was when I decided to leave her jacket and shoes in Carl's boathouse, so

you'd be forced to question him.

How did you get into the boathouse?

I still had the key from when I used to work for him.

I did not kill Cassie Booth.

I didn't kill her.

I had a phone call from Stephen at about 7 .30.

Where were you when this call came through?

I'm sorry, I was at home with my wife.

He sounded slightly hysterical.

He said he needed to see me urgently.

I met him in the car park of the Barnes Lane swimming pool.

He said he'd done something terrible.

And then he opened the boot of his car.

Oh, dear God.

The car wasn't moving.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I, uh... I asked him if she was dead.

I had told him I would have nothing to do with it. I was in a total state of

shock.

Understandably.

So why didn't you tell us this when we talked to you before?

It was unforgivable, I know.

I'm deeply ashamed.

I admit, I'm a very weak man.

I'd helped Stephen once, 15 years ago.

And you see, perhaps, the more I think about it, it's not acceptable, but

understandable, because at that time, I

looked upon him as my son.

I did nothing because I was afraid.

I had lied under oath to protect him.

I started working at Wilding's factory in 1984.

Wilding made me head sales manager, gave me my own car,

buy me nice suits and silk shirts, became a

father I never had, encouraging me to better myself, and then

encouraging me to...

Encouraging you to do what, Stephen?

Use my charm on the young girls.

Persuade them to meet up with Wilding.

He always employed a lot of underage girls in his factory.

Why? It's obvious, isn't it?

I never touched them.

You didn't like these girls?

No.

They all reminded me of my mother.

They smelt of body odour, cheap perfume, packing boxes and cigarettes.

What did Carl Wilding do with these girls?

Carl could do what he wanted.

Have sex with them, pay them off.

Heather Richards wanted more money.

Sent me to warn her off.

She got really nasty, and that was why I beat her up.

Went to court, but I'm not guilty of assault.

She committed suicide when she heard the verdict.

I left the company, Wilding, a whole sordid business behind me.

So, 15 years later, you have a new life.

Why did you allow Wilding back in?

I bumped into him again at some function my father -in -law was hosting.

When was that?

A couple of months ago.

He said he wanted to borrow my car.

The Mondeo.

How many times did he borrow it? Oh, four or five.

He said he couldn't use his car because he'd been driving it when he frightened

some boy he mistook for Cassie Booth.

He was scared his wife would find out he was having an affair.

An affair? Cassie Booth was barely 15.

Very naive.

Are you saying she agreed to meet with Wilding?

I didn't know her name then.

I didn't know who he was seeing.

To be honest, I was too scared to ask.

Why was that?

I knew she'd be underage.

Did that bother you? Of course. I have two young daughters.

Can you imagine what Susan and her father would think if they knew I was

up with her?

How did you get to the swimming pool?

I took my wife's car.

I suspected something was... I had this intuitive feeling that something was

wrong. Wrong?

Being shown the lifeless body of a child in the boot of a car? Stephen said it

was an accident, that she suffocated while he tried to stop her screaming.

I never touched her.

I swear before God that I'm innocent.

Stephen Warrington is insane. You can see it. He's also a terrible liar.

He's very dangerous.

I'm deeply sorry for not having reported it.

God forgive me for being so weak.

I was just afraid of getting involved.

Please wait for questions to be put to you before... Keep out of this, Napier.

I admit, I did it.

I know it was a terrible thing to do, but right now, in front of you,

Superintendent Walker, I admit that I assaulted Heather Richards, and I should

have been punished.

Please sit down.

I appreciate your honesty, Stephen, but what you did all those years ago is not

directly connected to the murder of Cassie Booth.

Of course it is. It proves without doubt Carl Wiley is a liar. He knew I had

attacked Heather Richards.

I should have been punished, but he lied under oath to get me off.

Do you see? Are you stupid?

Haven't you pieced it together yet?

He knew because he watched me do it.

Good. Go on, look. Sort it out with Mr Greenway here and get back here as soon

as you can.

Thanks. Just that Wilding crying all over the place. Yeah, my heart bleeds.

Listen, that was Gwen.

She's been interviewing Wilding's wife, who now admits she had a blackout on the

morning Cassie Booth was abducted.

Well, you said she was prisoners of nuke when you saw her. Yeah, but that means

you're right. He's lost his alibi.

And what's more, Warrington used to work for Wilding. What?

Under a different name, Stephen McLaren.

Well, why'd he change it? An incident at work.

Now, I'm convinced they're both in this together, so I want to put that bastard

Wilding in an ID parade.

Well, hang on a minute. I thought you said our eyewitness was blind.

No. Tunnel vision's hatched. I mean, tunnel vision's not exactly blind

It means she's got no peripheral vision.

Now, look, according to Gwen, she can see clear as day in a little corridor

of, like, directly ahead.

Let's just hope she can ID welding in a little corridor.

Listen, I'm going for a fight. Get those ineptometers in the incident room five

minutes. Aye, Captain.

I'm telling you, Warrington didn't do it. He's telling the truth. If you dig

under all that stuff that he just spilled out, he admits to... Yeah,

that little girl's body.

Driving around all day with her in the boot of his bloody car. Don't give me

that bullshit about Warrington not being guilty.

Both of those bastards are in this together. They're both lying through

teeth and they're trying to hang it on each other. Yeah. OK, I spoke to Mrs

Greenway. She's willing to come back in.

Good. Wilding's agreed to do it, so set it up. Rick.

I'll go on to Brickton ID Suite, see if we can get a priority slot this

afternoon. OK.

Anything else?

Gov, are you prepared to risk her not picking him out?

Have you got any better ideas, Barrow?

Because for sure as hell can't charge Wilding with what we've got at the

We now know Warrington changed his name.

Been good of one. Just one of you had dug around and found that out. I think

it's called police work.

Whatever they gave me knocked me for six.

Mike?

It'll be that.

I'm so sorry I put you through that.

If I'd had any idea.

I've never felt so inadequate.

You're scared?

If anything had happened to you... Well, it didn't.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Come here.

Tell me what's going on.

It's okay.

I'll answer it.

Hello? Hello?

It's your wife.

Presumably what she hung up.

What? Oh, she always does that if I aren't there.

How long has this been going on?

Since we moved in, but it's fine. It doesn't bother me.

Yeah, well, it bothers me. I'm going to give that bloody woman a piece of my

mind.

No, please, just forget it. Forget it. At least for the night. No, I'll call

her. It could be the kids.

Can you feel her?

Lynn,

what do you expect me to do in the middle of the night? Yeah? Why don't you

turn the water off at the mains and call a plumber?

And Lynn, if you can't be adult enough to talk to Pat when she answers the

telephone, call me on my bloody mobile.

on my neck and in my... Oh, God!

It was when I touched the body.

It's the smell.

I can smell it all the time. I can't bear it. I can't bear it!

It's number five.

I'm sure of it.

Number five.

Him.

Would it be possible to find out if my wife from the court only asked her not

be? You don't need to get rough with me. I'm simply asking you a question.

Don't put me down.

Hello.

Good morning.

This is my father, George Ashby.

Daddy, this is Detective Inspector Pat North.

Excuse me. Good morning.

How do you do, love? Madam.

Excuse me.

Sir. Sir?

At least she's sober by the looks of her.

A Rolls Royce on a chauffeur.

I doubt her welding will be using it, not for a long time. Don't count your

chickens.

That her?

Yeah, that's her car.

How is she?

She's fine. Why do you ask?

Fine. You know what that means.

Fucked up, insecure, neurotic and emotional.

No, she's just infuriated by being compromised by difficult circumstances.

That's all she's pissed off about, OK?

You think she'll be cool today?

Not a fat chance. It'll be a long trial.

Dear God, I hope they don't coke now. Have you seen my eyewitness?

Christ, I'm ready. Listen, Saj, get somebody to coax that white stick away

her without her toppling over as she climbs into the witness box.

the opening, will you, dear boy?

Looks like Fletcher's up to his usual theatrics, and we'll get a word in

lunch.

Oh, um, Mr. Warrington has been taking his medication, hasn't he? We've made

sure of that.

Absolutely, Rupert, but I think he's worried about his wife being in the

gallery.

Dark blue suit, front row.

Oh.

Well, I'm ready to do battle. I don't know about anyone else.

Please, Your Lordship, members of the jury, I appear together with my learned

friend, Mr. Biggerdyke, for the Crown, my learned friends, Mrs. Sullivan and

Hillard, for the defendant, Carl Wilding, and my learned friends, Mr.

and Mr. Camplin, for the defendant, Stephen Warrington.

This case is about the abduction and murder of Cassie Booth,

aged just 15 at the time of her death.

And that fact alone may generate in you understandable feelings of horror as the

details of the case emerge through the evidence. But you must do your best to

put emotions aside so that you can look at the evidence called before you coolly

and calmly.

Now you will hear that Cassie was an ordinary schoolgirl living with her

in South Fields.

She had...

an early morning paper round, which she'd been doing five days a week for 11

months, delivering newspapers in the South Fields area.

By all accounts, she would follow the same route, from the newsagents in

High Street at around 7am, delivering her last newspaper to Warren Road about

hour later, before cycling back to her home in South Fields.

On the morning of Tuesday, April the 6th, 1999,

she collected her newspapers, as usual, and set off on her round wearing a

yellow bomber jacket, jeans, white ankle socks, and trainers.

At around 7 .15 a .m., Cassie delivered a newspaper to Mrs.

Greenway.

Mrs. Greenway...

remembers noticing a maroon Ford Mondeo driving slowly and

stopping as Cassie delivered her newspaper.

Now, she had seen this same car on other mornings over the previous days and so

took notice of the driver before turning and going back inside her house.

In due course, Mrs Greenway was to pick out the defendant, Carl

Wilding.

at an identity parade, as the driver of that maroon Mondeo on that

morning. Him.

Cathy was not seen alive again.

Her bike was found abandoned just outside Mrs. Greenway's house.

In due course, the second defendant, Stephen Warrington, got in touch with a

police officer in circumstances you will later hear about.

He... was eventually to lead police officers on Monday, April the 19th,

to where Cassie was buried in a shallow grave at the bottom of a

garden in a house close to Stephen Warrington's own home.

Hi. Hi, Pat.

You all right?

Yeah, just a bit hot. You didn't have to come out.

The tractor's still going strong in his opening.

I'm sure you know signs of stopping.

Don't they want me yet? I've been here from the start.

I could have stayed home for lunch.

They'll call you as soon as you're required, Mrs. Greenway.

I'm sure you'll be called first.

You sure you're all right?

Yeah, fine.

You really don't have to monitor my every move, Mike. You're going to make

feel nervous.

Why? You have nothing to worry about.

No, well, it's not you who's been compromised, is it?

What?

Look, I'm fine. Forget it.

I'm fine.

In interview with the police, Carl Wilding claimed...

that he was preparing to fly to Paris on a business trip that morning when he

received a call from Warrington.

A call asking him to meet him at the swimming pool car park on Barnes Lane.

There, he claims, he found Warrington in a highly distressed state telling him

some story about a girl in the boot of his car.

Upon seeing the dead body, he decided he wanted nothing to do with it and calmly

flew off to Paris. In effect, as he put it, leaving Warrington to sort out his

own mess.

On his own account, he seemed to have spared little thought, you may think, to

the lifeless body in the boot of the car.

Well, the crowd say that account is quite simply absurd.

It is wholly unbelievable.

The account Warrington gave when interviewed is a little more complex,

the crown is equally untruthful.

Well,

that was a bit long -winded.

But don't get disheartened, Mr Wilding. You can never really tell very much from

an opening.

Do you still think that I shouldn't give evidence?

Well, let's see how we get on.

The difficulty is not being able to anticipate what stunts Mr Warrington

pull if he gives evidence.

You may have to go into the box, but let's see if we can avoid it, all right?

As I told you, this could turn into a bit of a cutthroat, with you and

Warrington attacking each other while the Crown sits there twiddling its

Don't communicate with Warrington at all.

I know it's difficult, being seated so near to him, but try to keep as much

distance between you as possible.

And remember, the jury will be watching you, so whatever you do, don't eyeball

them.

Just look down at your shoes.

By the end of the day, I want a detailed description of your toe caps, all

right?

Would you please get my wife to leave? I don't think she's doing me any good at

all.

She'll no doubt have a liquid lunch.

I'll see what I can do.

I met this American, I swear before God, and never touched that girl.

This has all been a terrible nightmare.

I'll talk to Rebecca if you like.

I doubt Mr. Sullivan will have the time.

Thank you, Derek.

I really do appreciate your staunch support.

My boy's a little aggrieved at his former friend dropping him in this mess,

especially since he was kind enough to lend him his car.

Your boy should learn to keep his trap, and for that matter, his flies, shut.

Excuse me intruding on your private grief, but I feel the very least I can

buy you each a coffee.

Bearing in mind all the hard work you'll be doing for me, slicing each other up

into small pieces.

Mind you, it couldn't happen to a knifer pair.

Black with sugar, times two. Double decaf for me, please.

No sugar.

But we'll still... Overgrown schoolboy.

Clearly never left Eton.

I know what I saw.

Don't you try to tell me I was wrong with all your fancy words. You wasn't

there. I know what I saw, and I picked him out. Number five.

And that's what it was.

Number five.

Mrs. Greenway, I believe you suffer from a medical condition.

My arthritis. No.

You have a problem with your eyesight, don't you?

Yes, it depends what I'm looking at.

I only have a certain amount of vision.

A certain amount of vision?

In both eyes?

Yes, but I can only see directly in front of me.

So if someone were to walk past you from left to right,

they would be very blurred up until about here,

then you can see them clearly at this point, and then they are very blurred

again here.

That's right.

So you'd really only get a fleeting glimpse of someone going past you. Say,

driver of a car.

Oh, no. I was looking straight at him and following him round as he drove

So you wouldn't have been distracted by things happening to the left or to the

right? Or above or below.

I see straight through the middle. And there he was, sat at number five.

Can I have a few moments? UK news. One second.

I just want to ask you... You were at the court.

That's right.

So tell me, what did you feel when you picked out Carl Wilding? I went straight

for number five.

That's my number, you see.

I'm a five -five girl.

Born on the 5th of May. I always go for number five. It's my lucky number.

I got it right, too.

That police officer told me I got it right after I picked him out. That's

told them at court.

But you play five at bingo, do you?

I don't play bingo.

But I always have it on my lottery ticket.

Now, we know from the pathologist, Dr Foster, that Cassie Booth had not been

sexually assaulted.

Death was by asphyxiation caused by a pad of material or possibly a hand being

held over the victim's nose and mouth.

But Dr Foster tells us that she did bleed extensively from a blow to the

and that it is likely that...

Her assailant's clothing would be contaminated by her blood.

Detective Superintendent Walker, were you ever able to identify what clothes

were being worn by either defendant on that morning?

No, as you may recall, Mr. Fletcher, clothing matching what appears on the

was seized, but suffice it to say, no bloodstaining was found in either case.

Rebecca, my dear, I did try to speak to you earlier.

I have an appointment. I can't stay.

It's a rather delicate matter, actually.

Carl's asked for you not to be present in the gallery.

Really? I'm sorry if this upsets you.

The only thing that'll upset me, Derek, is if he gets away with it.

You are not yourself, I think, attached to the murder squad, are you?

No, I work for the vice squad at Embankment Station.

Your connection with this case arose out of matters which at first appeared

entirely unconnected to the murder inquiry, did it not?

That's correct.

You have had, I believe, a number of dealings with Stephen Warrington in

connection with other matters earlier this year up until the time of his

no? Yes, I have.

I think you became somewhat of a confidant of his.

I don't intend to embarrass you at all. Perhaps an unwilling confidant.

Would it be fair to say that Stephen Warrington seems to have chosen you as

audience whilst he unburdened his soul?

I'm not clear what you mean by that.

Well, he involved you or... On a personal level, in what he saw as his

Would that be fair?

Yes, it would, yes.

He sought you out!

Both at your place of work and in your home on more than one occasion?

Yes, he did, yes.

And he seems to have followed you when you were clearly not on duty.

Indeed, once when you were with your own children at a restaurant.

Is that right?

Well, with my partner's children, yes.

I'm sorry, your partner's children.

Was she going down this road?

I don't know.

Let's go to the beginning.

Your very first involvement with him was after he had reported to his local

police station that he suspected a house across the road from his home of being

used as a brothel. Is that right?

Yes, it is.

And was it being used as a brothel?

No, we questioned the occupants and were satisfied that it was not. No. Surely

she can't bring up...

Yes, she's clever, she will. She can get away with it because she's defending

Wilding, not officially prosecuting Warrington. Did Stephen Warrington

your support in another matter?

This time when he was accused of exposing himself to children in the

area, flashing in common parlance.

Well, he had no need of my support. The charges were dropped.

Yes, but Stephen Warrington believed you were responsible for the case

collapsing and told you so.

Did he not? Yes, but as I repeatedly told him, it had absolutely nothing to

with me, nothing whatsoever.

Then, later on, he had the...

He had the misfortune to be arrested again for

exposing himself to a different group of children.

in a park near the embankment station in central London. And that, too, turned

out to be an unfortunate misunderstanding.

Detective Inspector North?

I'm sorry.

Yes, I understand that, again, the charges were dropped, but, again,

it had... I was not the officer involved in that inquiry.

Not involved.

And at the restaurant with your partner's children.

I suppose there was no question of him exposing himself on that occasion.

Really, that's a wholly improper question to put. And my friend knows it.

She's got the judge eating out of the palm of her hand. Look at him.

Winfield isn't taken in by her.

Did it appear to you, from what you had observed, that Stephen Warrington had an

unhealthy interest in children and in particular in young girls? My lord!

That is scarcely more proper than the last question.

Miss O'Sullivan, shall we get on?

Within the rules, if you will.

Certainly, my lord.

I apologise.

I'll put it another way, and perhaps less contentiously.

Did you feel at all uncomfortable with Stephen Warrington being around your

partner's children in the restaurant?

Well, this meeting was clearly not made by prior arrangement.

It was achieved by him following you, stalking you. My Lord, I... I was about

move on, my Lord.

Yes, I think you've made your point.

Look, I don't have the answer right now. I will check it out later.

Yeah.

You'd better go back in. Pat's having a hard time.

Winfield just stopped and asked her if she wanted a break.

But she's fine, thank you very much.

And he probably just asked because he needed one himself.

Yeah. Well, I think I'm going to make my move here.

Yeah.

It's looking more and more like it's just Warrington, isn't it?

I don't believe you.

What the hell did they do with whatever you had for brains on that training

course? Can't you see what that bitch of a barrister is doing? She represents

Wilding. Yeah, I know. That's what I meant.

She's setting Warrington up. It's obvious. Two cases of exposing himself

children. In a straight trial, they would never be allowed to bring up past

cases before the court like this.

She is making Warrington look like the bad guy and Wilding pure as the driven

bloody snow.

You never told me Warrington met your kids.

You also never told me how long Pat had been dealing with him.

Sending cases of wine?

You're a bit slow off the mark, don't you think?

Yeah.

And you're getting right into my face, Saj.

Yeah. Well, I suggest you try and save Pats.

Your lady's in trouble and you can't even bloody see it.

Miss O'Sullivan, I have granted you considerable leeway to date, but you

think that I shall continue to do so.

There was one other chilling incident that occurred to you, I believe, during

the course of this inquiry, in connection with a plastic bag?

Yes. Would you tell the jury about this incident?

Yes.

Mr Warrington arrived at the station. He insisted that he speak to me.

He had a plastic carrier bag with him.

What did he tell you the bag contained?

It contained the rotting body of a small dog.

That was not quite my question. What did he tell you it contained?

Oh, he said it contained the head of Cassie Booth.

Did Mr Warrington say anything else about her?

He said he'd show me the rest of the body if I was nice to him.

Oh, yes, and he went on to say that...

He would admit to killing her if I agreed to persuade his wife not to start

divorce proceedings.

I do not want any further disturbance from the public gallery, or I shall be

forced to clear it.

He said the bag contained Kathy Booth's head, and he would show you where the

rest of her body was if you were nice to him.

Yes, that's correct.

The bag contained a dead dog?

Yes.

Could you describe it to the jury?

Well, it was in an advanced state of putrefaction.

You mean it was crawling with maggots?

Yes.

Yes.

I am sorry if this distresses you.

You need to get the full picture.

Stephen Warrington slammed this bag down on your desk so that you ended up

covered in maggots.

In your hair, on your clothes.

Yes, that's right.

It's like something out of a horror film.

And during the course of this incident, he called you a two -faced bitch, did he

not? Yes, he did.

Did he tell you how he came by a dead dog in this condition?

No, he didn't.

Did you know that the family pet had gone missing, a Jack Russell named

The dog was run over. It was a complete accident. Mr. Warrington, please sit

down and remain silent.

Mr. Sullivan, can we please return to the central issues in this case?

Detective Inspector North.

Were you ever concerned about Mr. Warrington's mental state?

That's really not for me to say. I mean... Well, obviously, I considered I

dealing with someone who was behaving in a somewhat unstable manner. Thank you.

Detective Inspector?

Detective Inspector North.

Could you tell us about your first meeting with Stephen Warrington?

Mrs. Greenway, you remember me?

Yes, yes, I do.

We were wondering if it would be possible to take a photograph of you.

Can we come in?

Oh, yes.

During the various conversations that you had with Stephen Warrington, did he

ever tell you about his feelings for his wife, Susan?

Yes, he did. He said he loved her very much.

And on the two occasions that he was arrested, quite apart from protesting

innocence, was his principal concern that his wife should not know of these

allegations because of the effect it might have on the family, on the

That certainly seemed to be his main concern, yes.

And you were aware that his wife's father was a man of some influence?

So I'd been told.

And he saw himself as having a comfortable position in life, and

lose. Well, that was certainly how he presented himself, yes.

Did it occur to you that here was a man who was desperate for someone to

confide in?

Someone he could trust.

And that someone...

Happened to be you.

Yes, but then I'd like to think that any member of the public could trust me.

No doubt, but this particular member of the public appeared to have something he

was desperate to tell you about.

Did he not mention...

Cassie Booth to you?

Yes, he did. On more than one occasion? Yes, he did.

And Mr. Warrington kept getting in touch with you, at times no doubt

inappropriately, nevertheless always bringing up the subject of Cassie

disappearance. Did it appear to you that this was a genuine concern, that the

inquiry was making so little progress?

Well, that certainly was how it appeared at first, yes.

And eventually you realized, because of what he told you...

That he himself was somehow connected with the case.

Yes.

Culminating, as we know, in him leading you to the body.

Tell me, Detective Inspector North, did you form the view that Mr. Warrington

knew the identity of the killer, but wanted you to find him, rather than him

telling you himself?

Mr. Halliday, you're asking the Detective Inspector to speculate on what

your client's mind. Now, how is that possible?

Mr. Warrington displayed frustration, not to say downright anger,

at the slow progress the inquiry was making.

Yes, so it seemed.

Detective Inspector North, were you asked to listen to tapes of the two

anonymous telephone calls made to Southfield's police station?

Yes, I was, but the tapes were distorted. You couldn't make out the

My Lord, I am now in a position formally to admit that both anonymous phone

calls to Southfields Police Station were made by the defendant, Stephen

Warrington.

Detective Inspector, did Mr. Warrington ever mention Carl Wilding to you?

No, he didn't. He did not tell you of the meeting that took place at Barnes

Swimming Pool Car Park?

No, he didn't.

Do you have any hold that Carl Wilding had over him? My Lord, that cannot be a

proper question for this witness.

Mr. Halliday, I cannot see how this witness can help you.

My Lord, that's all I ask.

10 .30 in the morning, please, members of the jury.

hear you get up.

You all right?

Oh, do stop asking me that.

I just couldn't sleep.

Don't go into court tomorrow if you don't feel up to it.

Oh, do stop telling me what to do. Stop making me feel so useless.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry to make you feel useless in any way.

I didn't mean it to come out like that, Pat.

Can I make you some hot chocolate?

Can I get you anything?

No.

Nothing. I don't want anything.

I just want to be on my own.

I would like you to come back to bed.

I want to stay here.

You did nothing wrong, Pat.

You held up like a Trojan in that box.

We've both done wrong.

You should have arrested Wilding much sooner.

It wasn't just Wilding. It was Warrington too. They both killed her.

Yeah.

I want to be on my own.

Go to bed.

Good night.

There you go.

See you.

Hi. Hi.

I'll just come over to give the boss some developments.

Right.

See you later.

Fine.

I suppose this is all putting a bit of strain on the old relationship.

Sorry, none of my business.

Yes, it is, as a matter of fact.

Ah, well, you know what they say.

Never mix business with pleasure. Oh, come on.

You can talk.

How is your nurse?

Oh, well, the good news is I finally got my leg over.

But, and you're not going to believe this, I thought you should know.

Does it charge you 50 quid? No.

But Warrington wasn't too far off the mark about that place being run as a

brothel. What?

You're not serious?

No, but for gay men, it's Alex, the mechanic.

He swings both ways.

I mean, I sort of thought that you made up those complaints because you wanted

us to look over the house and come across the body.

Who knows?

I think I might get back to the station.

I'm not needed here anyway.

I keep telling you it was Carl.

I just did what he told me to do.

You just did what he told you to.

But we're not talking here about collecting groceries or posting a

talking about a horrific, tragic discovery. Yes.

Yes. That is correct.

What did Wilding tell you he wanted your car for?

I didn't ask.

I had some notion, obviously.

I knew about his perversion.

What perversion is that? My lord.

Ask him about his pasha for young girls.

I will, if I'm given the opportunity.

You've already told us that Carl Wilding telephoned you on your mobile phone

when you were at the swimming pool and asked you to meet him outside in the car

park. Yes.

Yes, that is exactly it.

I drove my daughter to the swimming pool, parked my car, left the keys in

ignition. And what happened when you met him outside in the car park 45 minutes

later?

He opened the boot of the car, my car, and showed me the body.

Cassie Booth.

He showed you the body?

Until that moment, had you ever seen Kathy Booth before? Of course I hadn't.

Why didn't you listen to me?

I said this repeatedly.

He ordered me to get rid of it.

Just like that?

As if it were rubbish.

Just... Get rid of it.

What did you think when you saw the body?

I was in a terrible state of shock.

I know I should have phoned the police.

But he was very threatening.

Threatening?

Yes. He knew I had my daughters with me.

I'd still like you to explain to the jury what it was that Carl

Wilding said to make you agree to get rid of the body.

I was scared.

He said he would tell my father...

About something from my past.

So, in effect, he was blackmailing you then?

Forcing me to get rid of the body, yes.

And the most important thing in your life is your family.

And your deep love of your wife.

Yes. I was terrified.

I knew Susan would leave me if she ever found out about my past.

And you would do anything to prevent your wife, your children, and your

-in -law from knowing, even if it meant disposing of a body.

There was nothing I could do to bring her back to life after what he'd done to

her.

That's all I ask.

Please wait here.

Mr. Warrington.

That is your name, isn't it?

Yes.

Not Mr. McLaren.

I think the jury might like to know why you are now calling yourself Stephen

Warrington when you were christened Stephen McLaren. If you must know,

my name was his idea.

He said it was easy to do and that I'd never be traced.

And he knew what he was saying because he'd done it himself.

I'm sorry I don't follow you.

Do you mean that Mr Wilding got your name changed for you?

No, that is not what I'm saying at all.

You are trying to put words into my mouth. Ask your client.

He wasn't always Carl Wilding, you know.

He told me he lived in South Africa for a while, way before we met, under the

name of... Beth DeHuyse, I think.

Didn't you know?

I don't think the police know what they're doing half the time. How many

did I direct them to the boathouse?

Get them to where I buried the body?

How many times?

Nothing yet from our contacts in sunny Springbok land.

He just bloody came out with it.

With the look on Wildey's face, it's got to mean something.

Maybe he just doesn't like Vesterhoith as a surname.

No, I think there's more to it than that.

I think he's hiding something. Keep checking. Get on to Winterpool.

Is Walden going in the box?

I don't know.

Looks like Warrington's going to be there for a while.

You know, he's nuts, you know.

Sometimes he acts like he's enjoying himself.

Well, since his wife's not been in court.

She shows up and he shrivels up like a school kid.

What have you got, Satch?

There's a guy here from the South African Wildlife Trust accused of having

with a mongoose.

Don't knock it till you've tried it.

Ross, come up with anything?

Not yet.

How's Pat? Has she had quite a grilling?

Yeah, she's fine, thanks.

Handled it well, but she's still pretty jumpy.

Get this.

There's a fax come through.

There's an extradition order for a Carl Vesterhuis, issued in Cape Town for

attempted kidnapping.

Yes!

Check up on his prints straight away.

We don't want any cock -ups on this one.

Members of the jury,

when the usher has been sworn...

Will you retire and try to reach unanimous verdicts?

Silence, please.

I swear by Almighty God that I will keep this jury in some private and

convenient place.

I shall not suffer anybody to speak to them, neither shall I speak to them

myself, touching the trial had here this day, unless it be to ask them whether

they are agreed upon their verdicts.

Bloody Carl Wilding, a .k .a. Carl Westerhus.

There's a warrant out for his arrest.

Guess what for?

Attempted kidnapping and absconding, 1981.

He tried to force a 14 -year -old, listen to this, a 14 -year -old

delivery girl into his car.

What? Yeah. Can you believe it?

Apprehended at the scene.

Reckon he slipped up the country using a false name a few weeks later.

We're just dotting the I's.

First thing tomorrow, I'm going to show what we've got at prosecution council.

If that is not a similar fact, I don't know what is.

Bullseye, we got him.

How are you?

Why weren't you at court today?

Oh, something came up at the station.

Hey, I'm starving.

Anything for dinner?

Dinner? I'm not hungry. Thought I'd have an early night.

Well, listen, let me make you something.

Our own nip out, get us a Chinese.

I said I'm not hungry, Mike.

Oh, sorry. I thought you meant you hadn't felt like cooking.

No, I meant I'm not hungry.

Fine.

I'll get something in the pub.

Good. And if you arrive that late, don't wake me up.

How long is this going to go on for?

I'm worn out, Mike.

Yeah, I'm not exactly bright -eyed and bushy -tailed myself, but that's not

I'm talking about, and you know it.

Come on, something's come between us.

You think I don't notice it? Come on.

I don't know whether to throw my arms around you or pick a fight with you.

why don't you just put yourself in my shoes? Just for one minute. I was in

box for hours.

I've been having to go through every single detail of what that sick bastard

me through.

You saying you're not used to it?

How come this one is getting to you, huh? The last two cases we worked on

lot worse than this. Well, it is a bit different when you're a victim.

You know, Stephen Warrington really got to me. Do you know what I'm saying? He

really frightened me.

All my training, everything's just gone haywire.

I feel frightened the whole time.

And the court case, it's just bringing it all back.

And it's not ever, ever going to go away.

Oh, come here, sweetheart.

No, no, no, please.

Don't treat me like you treat your wretched daughter.

Just you leave my kids out of this.

Okay, I've just got to take responsibility for myself. I just feel

been violated.

Oh, come on.

It's not as if he raped you.

I'm sorry. I am really sorry I didn't mean it to come out like that.

Look, let me start again. What I meant is... Well, okay, I feel as if he raped

my mind.

How's that?

It's very theatrical.

Oh, you are an egotistical son of a bitch!

Why don't you throw in uncaring?

I'd better still take a punch at me, huh? I would make you feel a hell of a

better. Do you think this is funny? No, Pat, I do not think it's funny seeing

you like this. Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. Why don't you go back to that bloody wife of yours?

Gotcha. Come here. Come on. No, get off me. Let me hold you. Get off me.

Let me hold you. Just calm down. No, what is it supposed to be? Listen to me.

Listen to me.

I want to get every one of those maggots that you still feel crawling all over

you. I want to get them and I want to stamp on the bastards.

Nobody.

Nobody is going to hurt my girl.

Nobody.

You big jessie.

You sound like a happy man.

I am, Satch, and this fact makes me even happier.

We've got the son of a bitch now.

Have you sent a copy to the prosecution council?

Yeah, I sent it over this morning. I should have it by now.

If this isn't similar facts, Mr Fletcher, I don't know what is. Oh, yes,

absolutely. But as they say in the casinos, rien ne va plus.

What? No more evidence after the jury have retired.

Shloss. Keep it for the retrial. If we get one, I'll be in the bar mess if you

need me.

Shit.

Bigger Dyke passed me a good tip for the 12 .30 at Epsom. Kieran Fallon's on

board, low handicap, first time in blinkers. The horse's name attracts

attention.

Headcase.

Good name for your client.

And yours.

I'll have ten each way.

You think we'll still be here for the race?

I doubt it.

We have major problems.

Take a look at this. As given to me by Biggerdyke two minutes ago. Don't tell

they've scratched head case. We're all backing it.

Headline. Blind witness in ID blunder.

I always go for number five. It's my lucky number.

What? Oh, my God.

Is that this morning's? It is. Well, they won't have read that.

They look like guardian readers to a man at the beginning of the trial. Yes, but

listening to one of your closing speeches is enough to rot anyone's soul.

Is this trouble? Well, of course it is. We have a problem. If that's what she

actually said and she meant it, what price her ID?

Poor Carl Wilding, standing at number five.

Did this stupid woman actually mean she would have picked number five whoever

was standing in front of it? It certainly reads like that.

Oh, God, we're going to have to tell Winfield. He'll be hugely impressed.

Presuming he didn't read the Daily Rag in his bath this morning.

Wouldn't have happened in my day.

Juries were locked away in hotel rooms without access even to the Times.

There'll be lashings of contempt of court and swinging fines.

all round.

Not to mention huge fees for someone other than us lot for defending the

newspaper. Well, we'd better let Winfield in on it.

Stupid woman.

This is where it's gone.

I won't have time to place my bets unless I catch up with my clock.

The longer I leave it, the more the odds go down. It's 20 to 1.

I'm amazed you don't have a Ladbrokes account.

What? My wife would never allow it.

God,

I missed my home -cooked breakfast.

It's true.

I always used to have them.

Bacon, eggs, sausage.

Oh, please, God.

I didn't do it. I didn't do it.

Mr. Warrenson.

Are you free for dinner tonight?

Might be.

Council may have already been informed that the jury have indicated that

reached a verdict.

Will the defendants please stand?

Would the foreman please stand?

Mr. Foreman, please answer this question yes or no.

Have you reached verdicts in respect of both defendants upon which you are all

agreed? Yes.

Do you find the defendant, Carl Wilding, guilty or not guilty of murder?

Not guilty.

Do you find the defendant, Stephen Warrington, guilty or not guilty of

Guilty.

Are those the verdicts of you all? They are.

There he goes.

Yeah, they got the wrong one.

Hey, it's all over, sweetheart.

It's all over.

Look at all this.

Little clever clogs. Careful now.

They get trampled death by the paps.

So, another drive to the Hibernian School of Law. Well, I'm short -sighted.

do. Oh, by the way, that was a good tip from David. I came in 22 miles.

Bugger it!

Lost all round.

Oh, well.

Tomorrow's another day.

Thank God.

Can I have a little bit of... Mine's a large Irish.

Mr. Carl Westerhus, I have here an extradition order from South Africa for

attempted kidnapping.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not

mention when questioned something you'll later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Take him.