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In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important

The police who investigate crime...

and the Crown Prosecutors who
prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

OK, OK, all right.

Wait, wait wait...

Let me get past!
Wait!

I said we have to wait until Daddy
gets home from work.

Please, please! No, please!
Please!

Go, on then!
Yeah, you're the best!

One at a time.

Look how high I can go!
Let me just get my camera.

Cause of death, Joy? Well,
single blow to the head, I'd say.

Not much signs of a struggle, though,
by the look of things. Right.

And yeah, even got a murder weapon.

No office should be without one.

A paperweight.
Very good, thank you.

I took the kids out for a meal.

I knew Neil wouldn't be home from
work until at least half six.

Half six.

I think we can put the time of death
to between two and 4:30.

OK.

Mrs Lester, I'm... I'm sorry,

but I have to ask you a few more
questions, if you don't mind.

What line of business is your husband
in?

He works in the IT department for a
market research company.

Right.

Did he ever take any mornings off or
half days - that kind of thing?

Never.

He was up most of the night putting
Ethan's trampoline together.

He swore blind the instructions were
wrong.

Listen, Mrs Lester,

why don't we get one of our officers
to get a car sorted out,

run you and Ethan maybe to a
relative's or a friend's close by

and get you out of here eh?

Nice gaff.
Mm.

God job.

This guy had the whole package.

And yet someone wanted him dead.

There was no sign of forced entry

although there was a laptop missing
from Neil Lester's desk.

Forensics are running up the
profiles of the crime scene

although the house is full of sticky
fingers.

What about a murder weapon?
They ran the prints through PNC.

There's no match.
And the wife?

You wouldn't bash your husband's
head in before your kid's party.

You'd be surprised, son.
Whoever had a beef with him

knew there was something on that
laptop and wanted it back.

Or he had something he didn't want
anyone else to see.

Start by finding out why Neil Lester

came home from work early yesterday,
will you? Right. Are you coming?

So Miss Edwards, Neil Lester?
A valued member of the team.

A little quiet but he always hit his
targets.

And what is it that you do here?

So we act as a liaison between large
retail clients and their consumers.

Right, and what about yesterday?

What about it?
Well, I mean how did he seem?

Agitated? Did he go home early from
to be sick or something?

I don't follow.

I mean, he was working here
yesterday, wasn't he?

Neil Lester hasn't worked with us for
the past nine months.

Like most businesses, we had to make
cutbacks.

I'm afraid it was a case of last in,
first out.

I used to drive him to the station
every morning.

We didn't have secrets. At least, I
didn't think we did.

Did you notice any change in
his behaviour?

Like what?
Was he depressed?

Or did he feel agitated or...

Excuse me one second.

Sorry. Hello?

What we need you to do is help us
understand a little bit more about
Neil.

You know...sometimes even the
smallest details can help.

Ethan hasn't been near that
trampoline.

Not since... I'm ever so sorry about
that. My apologies.

Mrs Lester... Sorry, if you wouldn't
mind.

That was our guys back at the office.

They've been going through some bank
statements

and I just need to ask you

a couple of questions about your
family finances.

Neil used to take care of all that.

What do you know about £160,000 in a
savings account?

You must be mistaken.

Well, it was deposited three months
after Neil lost his job.

According to our records, Neil
Lester opened the account with us

six months ago.

Oh, that's odd.

What's that?
Well, he closed it 24 hours later.

Why would someone go through all the
hassle of opening an account just to
shut it down again?

Don't know. What about the 160
grand?

Well, it was transferred to Neil
Lester from the account of an Edward
Stewart.

Stewart, right. Any information on
him?

Well, as luck would have it, Mr
Stewart also has an account with us.

He recently took out a further
advance.

What's that in English?
It's a loan...

against the value of his property.
Here, have a look.

Right, thank you.

So what's this Stewart guy got to do
with Lester?

I don't know but whatever it is,

chances are he was doing more than
just helping out a mate.

So Eddie Stewart, right, takes out a
loan to pay off Neil Lester.

What are we looking at here, though,
Ron? Blackmail? Gambling debts?

What do you reckon?
I don't know.

Either that or some kind of
elaborate bank fraud. Who knows?

Edward Stewart?
Never heard of him.

DS Brooks, this is DS Hawkins.
47 Lincoln's Rise, yeah?

I hope so. Or I've just ripped up the
floor in the wrong house.

And who are you?
Rob Hebden. Property Developer.

You own this place now?
It went to auction three months ago.

Turns out the owner stopped paying
his bills.

Did a runner, by all accounts.

Oh, any news, Ron?
It seems our man Edward Stewart

took out some sort of homeowner loan
before legging it.

Leaving the bank 160 grand out of
pocket.

OK. You reckon they were in on it
together? Who knows?

Deal goes a bit pear-shaped. Neil
Lester gets his head stoved in.

Don't even think about it.
Any leads?

We ran a check on Stewart's mobile,
bank accounts.

It's like our boy's gone AWOL.
Ange is looking into next of kin.

All right, in the meantime, get back
out there. Someone's bound to know
where he's hiding. Yeah.

So the landlady in the Oak says she
hasn't seen him in over three
months.

He hasn't been in there for a while
either.

Do you know the problem with the 21st
century, son?

There's no sense of community any
more.

Not like good the old
days, right?

When everything was, er...black and
white?

Hello? At least in my day, we used to
talk to each other.

Now it's all just texting and
twitting.

Twitting? No-one's interested in the
world around them.

All right, Gramps, come on.

That's Eddie's table over there.

When was the last time you saw him?

About a month ago now. He doesn't pop
in like he used to.

Did he have any mates or do you know
anyone who knows where he's staying?

You want to talk to Felix Hargreaves.
They're as thick as thieves.

And where will we find him?
He'll be...

trying his luck down the community
centre.

What goes on here, then?

Well, looks like a bit of street
dance, hip hop, freestyle...

Nothing for an old mod? Mod? Ron,
leave this one to me, yeah?

On you go, son.
Can I help you?

Yeah, we're looking for a Felix
Hargreaves.

That's him over there. Making a
nuisance of himself.

Like to join in? We're always short
of men.

Oh, you reckon you can show us a few
new moves, do you?

I'm the over-60s waltzing champion -
three years running.

That's a very kind offer I'm sure

but my man here has to do a bit of
work.

Maybe next time.

Nice talking to you.

Like that!

Felix Hargreaves?

Detective Sergeant Brooks and this
is Detective Sergeant Hawkins.

We'd like a quick word, if we may.
Oh, yeah? About what exactly?

I think it would be best we were to
chat in private, if you don't mind,
ladies?

If you'll excuse me, ladies.

See you later.

I was on a promise then.

Well, you know, Mr Hargreaves, the
more helpful you can be,

the quicker you can get back to
them, so...

We'd like to talk to you about a
friend of yours, Edward Stewart.

It's Eddie. No-one calls him Edward.

You known him long?
We served together in '52.

Paratroopers.

And where's Eddie is now?

Ah. Packed up and moved, you know.
Abroad.

Australia.

Right.

You must miss him.

Brothers in arms, you know, yeah.

I'd have done anything for that kid.

What about family?
I'm the only family he needs.

Now, if you'll excuse me, officers,

I've a little unfinished business I
must to attend to.

Ron...
Want some coffee, Wes?

No, thanks, mate. Listen...

Ange managed to track down a next of
kin. It's a daughter in Finsbury
Park.

Oh, great. We'll go and see what
she's got to say for herself, eh?

What's up?
You might want to take a look at...

So how are we going to do this?

Just leave me do the talking, I
think.

All right, guv?
Ronnie!

Any chance of a cuppa?

I was sorry to hear about your mum.

Yeah, well...she was ready to go by
the end.

Thanks, anyway.

Are you going to introduce yourself?
Oh, yeah, I'm DS Joe Hawkins.

So...now we've got the pleasantries
out the way,

what are you really here for?

Come on, Ronnie. We've known one
another 30 years.

When did you ever drop in for a cup
of tea?

Yeah.

Er...well, it's just about your dad,
really.

We'd just like to ask him a few
questions, that's all.

My dad? What about?

When did you last see him?
Four months ago.

Did he leave a forwarding address?

Why would he? He's lived in the same
house for 30 years.

Yeah. Well, that's just it you so
see, guv.

Thing is, it turns out that he
defaulted on a few loan repayments

and they've repossessed his house and
taken it away so...

No, that's not right.
You weren't in contact?

Not since my Mum got sick and moved
in with me.

He didn't take kindly to my
relieving him of his duties, so to
speak.

Right. His friend Felix mentioned
something about Australia.

What have you been talking to Felix
for?

Well, just that they were good
friends, that's all.

Could somebody please tell me what's
going on?

We believe your dad went into
business with a Neil Lester.

I've never heard of Neil Lester.

Well, he may have been linked with a
possible bank fraud.

Yeah, and what's that got to do with
my dad?

Well, guv, you see,
the thing is, Neil Lester -

Lester was found dead on Monday
afternoon.

Her head must be racing. Imagine if
that was your old man.

Yeah, but Joe, we don't know what
we're dealing with here.

OK, but it's not looking good for
him, is it?

Why would you go into business at
that age?

Last throw of the dice, maybe.
He's 78.

So he took a risk.
And it backfired.

Ange, got any good news for us,
love?

Yeah, uniform traced Lester's laptop

back to a second-hand shop in
Shepherd's Bush.

So is this the elusive Eddie?

Not exactly.

Twice in one day.

Aren't I the lucky one

We've got a little conundrum we think
you might be able to help us with.

I think I'll stick to my crossword.
Well, you know what?

Someone bearing a striking
resemblance to your good self

was seen taking a laptop into an
electrical shop in Shepherd's Bush.

Since when was trying to earn a bit
of extra pocket money been a crime?

Well, it's not a crime. However,
Felix,

that laptop was taken from a murder
scene yesterday.

What... What're you talking about?

Now, whilst I really want to believe
that you were not involved,

I'm struggling to figure out how that
laptop came to be in your possession.

See, the thing is Felix, we know
Eddie was involved with Neil Lester.

How far are you gonna go to protect
him, eh?

Edward Stewart?
Don't say anything.

How can I help you?
Edward Stewart...

I'm arresting you on suspicion of
the murder of Neil Lester.

You do not have to say anything, but
it may harm your defence if you do
not mention when questioned,

something you later rely on in
court.

Anything you do say may be given as
evidence.

How many times has she called now?

Oh, I don't know. Half a dozen,
maybe.

Have you told her her dad's been
arrested?

Wes, that's jumping the gun a bit,
mate, isn't it, don't you think?

Look, do you want me to take this?

How long's he been a DS? An hour?

You treat him like you would any
other murder suspect.

Ronnie, is that understood?

Yes, Wes.

Hello, Eddie.

Doing all right?

Why don't we get all this boring
stuff out of the way, eh?

Then we can all get home, have a
nice kip. How does that sound?

I'm not going to argue with you.
There you are, see, Joe?

Eddie's a straight talker. Just like
his daughter.

Why don't... Why don't we talk about
yesterday afternoon?

What were you doing between 2pm and
4:30pm, Eddie? I was taking a nap.

Right. You weren't in southwest
London?

Not unless I was sleepwalking.

Anyone vouch for you?

I tend to sleep alone these days.

Why don't you tell us about the
laptop, Mr Stewart?

I found it in a skip.

What, did you just flog it to get
some extra cash?

I'm a pensioner.

I've got to earn my pin money
somewhere. Of course.

What about Neil Lester?
Never heard of him. Really?

He's dead.

Had his head bashed in yesterday
afternoon.

Mm. But you knew that already.

Because you were there, weren't you?

Eddie.

Eddie.

Did you kill him?

I already told you I don't know any
Lester.

And yet you gave him £160,000.

And why would I do that?
That's what we'd like to know.

Mr Stewart...
Can you tell us what this is?

You're the detective. You tell me.

It's a request for a bank transfer to
a Neil Lester.

'Dated September 30th.'

Right, let's start again, shall we?

Did you or did you not pay Neil
Lester 160 grand?

'Maybe I did.

Maybe I didn't.

I forget a lot of things as I get
older.'

Right, interview terminated at 4:13.

Look, Ron, this is Eddie arriving at
South Wimbledon tube at 2:18.

And this is him returning again at
3:11.

Any news from the lab?
Yeah. It's all bad.

Eddie's prints are all over the
murder weapon.

Actually, Joe, I'll sit in on the
next interview.

Wes, there's no need.
You are too close to this.

I don't want anyone saying there's a
conflict of interest. Well...

Hey.

He's got a point, you know.

Get Natalie Chandler down here,
quick as you can.

Eddie, I'd like to introduce you to
my colleague.

This is Detective Inspector Wes
Leyton.

Don't mind me. I'm just here to make
up the numbers.

How are you feeling? You OK?

I know how things sometimes get a
bit muddled.

I'm not senile.
No-one's saying you are, Eddie.

Let's get back to yesterday
afternoon, shall we?

Did you visit the home of Neil
Lester?

I already told you. I've
never heard of him.

How do we explain the prints, then,
Eddie?

They're in the house and they're all
over the weapon we believe killed
Neil Lester.

Let's just rewind. Start again.

Have you ever visited the home of
Neil Lester?

Either yesterday or at any other
time.

So we know he was at Neil Lester's
house.

We know he may well have bashed his
skull in.

But what I'm struggling to get my
head around is why?

I think 160 grand is reason enough,
don't you?

But why is he handing over that money
at all?

It was a loan, business deal.
Whatever the reason was, it ended
up with Neil dead.

Wes, he is a pensioner.

What is he doing messing around with
that money in the first place?
You're clutching at straws now, Ron.

You know what you've got to do.

Could you buzz me through?
Listen, give me five minutes, yeah?

I don't want anyone speaking to him
before my brief arrives. Understood?

Joe - one second, son.
Can I see him?

Erm... Guv, look, that's not going to
be possible.

Why not? Can we go somewhere a bit
quieter and talk about this?

Cut the bullshit, Ronnie. Just tell
me what's happening.

Well, we've charged your dad with the
murder of Neil Lester.

I don't envy you, Jake. Natalie
Chandler's a formidable woman.

I can't say it's a prospect I'm
relishing.

How's it looking?
All the evidence is there.

We're just lacking one key
ingredient. A motive.

Aside from the money?

It's how and why it came into play
in the first place.

That's what I'm struggling with.

Ah, Henry. Finally, someone who talks
a bit of sense.

I had no idea you were still
practising.

You thought I'd thrown in the towel
years ago, didn't you?

Well, sorry to disappoint.

Geoffrey Sykes. I'll be representing
Edward Stewart.

Now, tell me Mr... Thorne.

Why are we even here?

As far as I can see, there's no case
to answer.

Mr Stewart's prints were found at
the victim's house and on the murder
weapon.

I'd say that was fairly conclusive,
wouldn't you?

Perhaps Lester invited him over for a
cup of tea.

And there is the small matter of the
money that he gave to him.

Since when was a gift a crime? Rather
extravagant gift, wouldn't you say?

Well, it's not my job to question his
generosity.

Yet your client made a statement
claiming he'd never met Lester.

He's old. He forgets things.

Is that your defence?
It's a start.

My client is a decorated war veteran

who spends most of his day playing
bridge in the local community centre.

Neil Lester was a loving husband and
father.

Who kept a large amount of money
hidden from his wife.

I know who I'd believe.

Edward Stewart.

You have been charged with murder
contrary to common law.

The particulars of the offence are
that on the 14th day of March

you murdered Neil Lester.

To this charge how do you plead?
Guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

M'lord, we apply for Mr Stewart to
be remanded into custody.

M'lord, my client is an upstanding
member of the community.

I'd like to hear the application if
it's all the same, Mr Sykes.

Evidence has come to light that Mr
Stewart may well be a flight risk.

A flight risk!?

My client is barely mobile, m'lord.

A statement from DS Brooks mentions

Mr Stewart's plans to move to
Australia.

I'd say that poses a considerable
threat, wouldn't you?

I should point out that my client is
a pensioner of 78

who has never been in trouble in his
life.

Mr Stewart...

Given the nature and the seriousness
of this charge,

you will be held on remand

until a date can be found for you to
stand trial.

This is ridiculous. It's clear to
everyone but the Crown

that my father isn't fit to stand
trial, let alone enter a plea!

I'm sorry. Who are you?

His daughter. Natalie Chandler,
Detective Inspector.

Of course, Miss Chandler.

I'm sorry I didn't recognise you
without my glasses.

A regular fixture in my court at one
time.

Mr Sykes, has the defendant's fitness
to enter a plea been considered?

My client made no appeal for
leniency, M'lord.

It would have been an obvious line
of defence.

My father was admitted to North
Middlesex University Hospital last
April for a fall

and it's clear from the medical
reports that his mental state was
fragile at best.

In light of this new information,

the defence would like to make an
application

to withdraw the plea that has just
been entered.

We would also like to apply for an
adjournment

so that a full assessment can be
carried out

to address the concerns on fitness.

I'm inclined to agree with the
defence in this instance.

The defendant will be kept on remand

and the case will be adjourned for...
four weeks.

You pleased with yourself?
Of course not.

You know as well as I do I don't
choose the cases I get.

I really am sorry, Natalie.

I don't suppose this is an easy time
for anyone.

If I have my way he won't even make
it into that witness box.

Come on, we both know your father's
mental health isn't the issue here.

Subjecting him to an endless cycle of
psychological assessments

isn't going to alter the fact he's up
on a murder charge.

And as much as I want to help him, I
can't do that unless he starts
talking.

Guv, tell the truth. Do you honestly
think your old man's losing the
plot?

He's as sharp as they come.

Well...you realise you're playing
with fire here, don't you?

What choice have I got? I can't just
sit around and do nothing.

He's looking at life or
recommendation with at least 15.

But he's not playing ball, guv.

He really isn't. His defence team
are scrambling around in the dark.

If I could just see him -
Guv, I'm sorry. Look...

I stuck my neck on the line by
talking to you.

And I appreciate... I appreciate
that.

If Wes gets a sniff of this -
He's not going to, is he?

OK, what would you do?

I'd question his motive, for a start.

He's never so much as mentioned this
Lester

and now I'm expected to believe he's
in some kind of business arrangement
with him.

Guv, we can place your dad at that
house that afternoon.

How do you explain that?
Because he's keeping schtum.

He's not saying.

I don't know.
Well...

Everything is pointing to your dad.

Who gives 160k to a virtual stranger?

I get it guv, I totally get it. I
understand.

I'm not having him go down for this.
I'm not. Not if I can help it.

So I'm old. I forget things.
Doesn't mean I'm crazy.

No-one's saying that, Eddie.
You're a psychiatrist, aren't you?

I'm just here to assess whether -
Whether I'm fit to enter a plea.

My body may have slowed me up, Mr
Marsh.

But my mind is something else
entirely.

Well, go on, then. What do you want
to know?

Who the Prime Minister is?

How much a bottle of milk costs?

Fire away cos I'm ready for you.

The psychiatrist instructed by your
defence raised some concerns -

That's because they twisted my
answers.

I already told them. Neil Lester...
was an old friend.

I don't remember where we met...
but we did.

Now, can we just get this thing
over?

I thought he said they'd never met.

It would appear he's changed his
story.

Aided by the defence, no doubt.

Why wait until now?
Memory lapse, perhaps.

Either that or he's being
deliberately obtuse.

There's no denying he's forgetful,
a little confused at times.

But? He's 78. It comes with the
territory.

Would you deem him fit to enter a
plea?

I'd like to see the defence prove
otherwise.

He still looks like my grandad.
And most of the jury's, I bet.

I agree that it's not ideal.

We'll just have to hope they see past
the sentiment and stick to the facts.

Eddie and Lester were from two
completely different worlds.

The jury will struggle to find a
connection. I know I am.

Then we have to find out what made
those worlds collide.

I thought you might have been Eddie.

I phone that station every day but
no-one's told me anything.

Eddie's on remand, Felix.
Why?

Well, just until he goes on trial.

He's done nothing wrong.
Tell him, will you?

I know, I know.

I mean, how can you let this happen?

I'm doing everything I can Felix,
believe me.

He's no killer.

He should be here with me, not in
some cell.

I know that man inside out.

I'd have known if something was
wrong.

Well, Eddie claims that the money he
gave Lester was a gift.

Poppycock.

He never mentioned to you about
taking a loan against his home?

Why would he?

He loved that place.

He carried his wife over that
threshold.

His little girl was born there.

Happiest days of his life.

Think I'll stick a kettle on.

When was the last time you two saw
each other? Sheila's funeral.

Before that she was always so busy
with work.

Apple of her father's eye.

He didn't hate you, you know.

But he was a proud man.

You made him feel like a failure.

I only wanted to make sure my mum
was looked after properly.

In sickness and in health.

That was the promise he made to her.

Felix, did Eddie owe anyone money, do
you know?

He never believed in debt. If he
needed money he'd have come to me.

What are these for?

Oh, we've been saving up to go to
Australia.

The one on the right there, that's
Peter Fenham.

He moved to Sydney back in '68.

Eddie always said we'd have another
beer together.

Two jars of coppers, Ronnie.

Does that look like someone who's
going to gamble away their home?

They could have my job for this.
I've already had to lie to Joe.

It's a shame you weren't this
conscientious under my watch.

Now, not a word guv, please.
Just let me do this.

Hello, Sally.

Er, Mrs Lester.

Mrs Lester.

I'm sorry, just a couple more
questions, please.

Just look at the photograph once
more, just concentrate, think back.

Have you ever seen him before?

No.
All right.

Well, what about Neil's business
interests outside of work?

Neil was a family man. He wasn't
interested in making a lot of money.

All he wanted was to be able to
provide for me and Ethan.

Do you really expect us to believe
that? He's out of work nine months

and doesn't bother telling you.
My husband was a proud man.

He stashes away 160 grand without so
much as treating you to a holiday.

Please!
I'm sorry?

Er...please excuse DC Chandler's...
lack of diplomacy.

Well, it does rather beg the
question, doesn't it,

what else he was lying about?

Mum!
Just a minute, Ethan.

You don't know the first thing about
my husband.

Neither do you, it would seem.

The stupid thing keeps freezing.
I'll look at it later.

But I want to play now.
Ethan, please!

I'm sorry. That's OK.
We're finding it difficult.

Mrs Lester, whose laptop is that?

It's Neil's old one. Ethan went and
left it a friend's house.

But what about the laptop that was
taken from the office?

He'd only had that a few months. He
kept hold of that thing for years.

Mrs Lester, I'm going to have to take
this laptop away.

You can't. Ethan needs it.

I know, I promise I'll bring it back
just as soon as the tech boys have
given it the once over, OK?

I thought I told you to keep it
zipped?

You haven't seen anything yet.
Why don't you just think like a DI?

It's not your dad, Ronnie.
Well, I know that but look, guv...

Your dad's prints were all over the
murder weapon.

So what are you saying? That I give
up. That's it? No, of course not.

But charging around like a bull in a
china shop isn't helping.

You gotta treat this... Guv'nor!

You gotta treat this like you would
any other case. You understand?

Answer me one question, right.
Forget your dad when he was at home.

All right? Think of him when he was
fighting for King and country.

All right?

Could he kill a man?

As a daughter, no.
No, as a DI?

Not without a very good reason.

But surely a bank can't just arrange
a loan

just without any kind of
conversation?

Mr Stewart was in regular
correspondence with us.

Saying what?

Well, that the money was for...

..essential structural repairs.

So the house might have needed a bit
of TLC.

That doesn't cost 160 grand.

I guess he was intending to rent the
property after he moved abroad.

What are you talking about?

He'd asked for all his
correspondence to be sent to a post
office box.

Hello, Joe. Excuse me, I'm sorry.

Hiya, mate.

Yeah, I'll be right there. Give me 20
min...

All right, fair enough. OK.

Everything all right?

Erm... Yeah, yeah, Wes needs to see
me.

Don't do anything, OK? Please.
Promise?

Ron... Hey, you are on the naughty
step, man. Trust me.

Hairdryer treatment...

Oi!

Now, I've just spent the best part of
an hour

trying to persuade Sally Lester not
to make an official complaint.

Impersonating a police officer.
Intimidating a witness.

Have you lost the plot?
I was trying to help -

No! This is your first and final
warning, Ronnie. You stay away from
her. Are you understanding me?

I will not have you jeopardising this
case.

Joe. Joe, cover for me, son.
All right, Ange?

Where are you going now?
Someone's in a hurry.

Is he always like this?
You'll get used to it.

Can't give out personal information.
Data Protection Act.

Detective Inspector Chandler. Let's
begin again, shall we?

What can you tell me about Mr Edward
Stewart?

Nice guy.

Came in here few times a week for the
last six months.

Always polite. That's more than can
be said for that kid of his.

Right little brat, he was.

What sort of age roughly would you
say Mr Stewart was?

Early to mid-30s.

And your CCTV...? Your colleague's
already asked all this.

What colleague?
One sec.

You promised me.

Have you looked at the footage?
I cannot believe that you...

Right, look, Neil Lester has opened a
PO box in your dad's name.

CCTV footage shows him visiting it at
least, I don't know,

twice a month for the past six
months. What's inside?

Overdue bills, final demands from the
bank,

followed by a repossession order.
Joe's just been on the blower.

The tech boys have been through
Lester's laptop.

Dates of birth, home addresses,
credit card details...

Everything that's on it -
you name it, it is on there.

Over 400 potential identity frauds.

So my dad didn't give up his home.
No, Lester stole it from him.

We've got to talk to Jake about
this. We haven't got to do anything.

You have done your bit. Now, go home
and let me do mine.

You are facing life in prison,
Eddie. Those are the bare facts.

Of course, if I had my way, it'd be
Neil Lester on the stand.

What are you offering?
That depends.

On what? On whether Eddie is willing
to cooperate.

There will be no offers made because
there's nothing more to say.

Look, we know what really happened,
Eddie.

We know Lester stole your identity

and took out a loan against your
home.

I told you before, I took that loan
out myself.

I am not the victim here.

I gave that money away because I
wanted to.

Why do you insist on sticking to the
same story?

We're all here because we want to
help you.

I'm ready to go now.

The judge has ruled you fit to enter
a plea.

There's no going back now.
Keep talking.

You could seek a Goodyear indication.

Which means that if you plead guilty
now,

you could significantly reduce your
sentence.

I'm not interested.

It could be the difference between
10 and 18 years.

But my hands are tied unless you
start talking.

What did you say to them? Dad...

Jake?
I'm sorry. I did all I could.

Why won't you help yourself?!

I need you to do one more thing for
me. I promise I won't ask again.

You know more than most what Wes
would do

if he found out I saw you, let alone
helped you out again.

Please, Ronnie, I don't know what
else to do.

When did I ever take notice of my
guv'nor, eh?

Thanks.

Hello, Eddie.
What do you want?

I've been set up.
Listen to her, please.

You know what? Just let him go. He's
always been too bloody pig-headed to
ask for help.

You can't talk to me like that. I'm
your father.

Then act like it for a change.

Come on, five minutes and then I
swear I'll not bother you again.

Why didn't you go to the police?

Nothing to tell them. Come on, I know
what that man did to you.

I know what he stole from you.
No-one stole anything from me.

How many times do I have to say it?
You don't change, do you?

You're the same stubborn idiot
you've always been.

You'd rather risk going down for
life

than see your grandchildren marry
and have children of their own.

And for what? Because you're too
bloody proud to admit the truth.

I'm trying to help you and all you
do is throw it back in my face.

That's it as far as I'm concerned.

I've spent weeks, months trying to
defend you and I don't even know why
anymore.

Maybe people are right and I don't
know who you are.

After all, fraud or no fraud, it
doesn't take away from the fact
that...

you killed a man.

Bailiffs came banging on the door.

All the neighbours stood watching.

I tried to reason with them but they
said it was too late.

That's when I called the bank.

And they told me what I'd done.

Or, should I say, what he'd done.

There was an email, you see.

From Neil Lester.

Win an all-expenses trip to
Australia.

Except there were all these
questions, personal stuff.

So what information did you give
him?

Date of birth, national insurance
number...

You name it, I told him.

What a bloody fool I've been.

How'd you find out where he lived?

One quick search of his email address
and there it was -

out there for the world to see.
And I thought...

if I just got my hands on that
computer of his,

I might be able to...maybe get it all
back somehow.

But it was too late, it was all gone.

Deleted.

Like I never even existed.

He showed no remorse.

He just stood there.

Made me feel so stupid.

And he laughed, you know.
Right in my face.

I tried to get away from him but he
had me backed into a corner.

And then...

I never meant to hurt him.

I just wanted my life back.

And I've had to live with that day
ever since.

The day I killed a man.

Left a child without a father.

And for what?

Pride.

Why didn't you tell me in the first
place? I could've helped you.

I was afraid.

That you'd think I couldn't manage on
my own.

That's why you took your mum away
from me, isn't it?

I did that to help you! Why else do
you think I left my job?

She was my responsibility. I asked
you to come with her, didn't I?

It was our home.

It was all I had left.

Of her.

My dad'll plead guilty to
manslaughter.

On what basis?

He inflicted the blow but he didn't
go there

with the intention of killing him or
causing a serious injury.

He accepts that he caused death by
his actions.

We'll do what we can.

You have been charged with murder
contrary to common law.

The particulars of the offence are
that on the 14th day of March,

you murdered Neil Lester.

To this charge, how do you plead?

Not guilty.

But...

guilty of manslaughter.

Mr Thorne? That plea is acceptable to
the Crown.

We ask that the charge of murder lie
on file.

Then I suggest we adjourn for
presentencing reports.

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