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In the criminal justice system,
the people are represented

by two separate
yet equally important groups.

The police, who investigate crime,

and the Crown prosecutors,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Skirting boards need doing.

Yes, miss.

I paid for an hour. I want an hour.

All right, keep your wig on.

Housekeeping.
Out! Get out!

Silky stockings and hairy legs!

The men in this country,
they are crazy!

No class.

My turn!

Housekeeping!

So how much, do you reckon?

On the bed,
probably about 50 centilitres.

Which is?

Just under a pint, in old money.

So more than a nose bleed, then?

Yeah. Blood loss at this volume
is usually associated with
laceration or ballistic trauma.

OK, Joy, I give up.
What have you done with the body?

There isn't one.

The victim either walked
or was moved.

Really? Mm-hm.

So, no blood trail
from the room to the corridor -

no blood in the corridor,
the lift or the fire-escape.

How much longer is this gonna take?
I've got guests waiting to check in.

I'm sorry, you are?
I've already him told everything.

Ron, this is Mr Blanchard,
the owner.

The occupant of the room
checked in as a Mr CP Hutton.

He paid cash, but left
his credit card details as security.

Did he sign in? Yeah, in the book.

I'm going to need a snap of that.

Mr Blanchard,
did you get a good look at Mr Hutton?

19, maybe 20.

White. Decent clobber.

Was he with anyone? Not that I saw.

But, then,
the front desk can get a bit lively.

Yeah, I bet.

Joe, what about CCTV?

Joe? Oh. Yeah.

There's only one camera covering
the entrance and the corridor.

I don't think
there'll be any usable footage.

Someone's stuck a piece
of chewing gum over the lens.

So... Classy. Was that done
last night, do you reckon?

Well, based on solidity, Ron,
I'd say it was a historical offence.

Right, thank you for your time.
Will this be in the papers?

I could do without it
going on Trip Advisor.

It's not as though
there's a body or nothing.

Yet.

You checked the hospitals
and the morgues?

Bleeders in both.
Just none with the right blood type.

It's B rhesus positive,
which narrows it down.

So, basically, what you've got
is a crime with no victim.

You should have seen that room. There
IS a victim. We just don't know who.

So until you get the lab results
back, you're twiddling your thumbs.

Why? What have you got for us?
This is a memo from above.

'Striving towards
a paper-free office.'

Shouldn't they have sent an email?

You can start by breaking up
the paperwork party on your desks.

From now on,
anything that doesn't need
to be printed doesn't get printed.

Printed that for you.
Thank you, Kayla.

CP Hutton is a Mr Charles
Peregrine Hutton of Holland Park.

50-years-old. Company director.

That's 30 years older than the guy
that checked into the hotel.

Great. Pass it onto the fraud boys.
Hang on.

The only bloke who knows
what went on in that room
is the person using that card.

Sorry, Wes, this one is ours.
Come on.

Sorry, guv.

To be honest, I hadn't even noticed
the thing was missing.

The thief hasn't run up a huge bill,
has he?

We're more concerned
that the young man using your card
is connected with a serious crime.

Oh, I see.

So, when did you last use your card?

No idea.

I don't often use that one.
Probably a couple of months ago.

And just to rule you out,
where were you last night?

Dinner at my club with clients.
Russians.

You know, actually,
if we could move this along a bit...

I'm still sweating vodka!

We're going to need the address
for your club.

It's just off the King's Road.
I have a card somewhere.

And something with your signature
on too, please, sir.

You're in the gardening game?

We create
bespoke exterior environments.

Same thing, different price tag.
My wife's the brains behind it.
I'm just front of house.

Business good, is it? Up and down.

Without my mother's address book,
we'd be paupers.

Here's the card.

Contact details on it
and my signature.

Chalk and cheese.

Your wife wouldn't have used
that card without you knowing?

Oh, no. She's captain of her own
ship, as far as money's concerned.

There's no need for her
to know about this, is there?

Only, she already thinks
I'm the most tremendous fool when
it comes to looking after money.

I think we'll let you break
that bad news, sir.

We can't confirm Hutton's alibi.
We sent some guys to his club.
The doorman refused them entry.

Yeah, course he did.
I'll chase it up.

Here's the E-fit. Ta.

How are you getting on
with the credit card company?

Give me a minute.
I've only got one pair of eyes.

Take your time, love.
We've got all day.

The card starts off
with the usual boring stuff.

Waitrose, John Lewis.
Then it changes...

When the card was stolen?

Cinema tickets, bar bill
from a couple of clubs,

a purchase
from a musical instrument store.

What?

Scales Music Store, Notting Hill.
'Songs From The Shows'.

At least he's got a bit of taste.

CD or sheet music?

What kind of credit card thief
is this guy?

A kinky one. 120 quid
in some place called Slinky Secrets.

It cost £120.

I've got one somewhere.

Oh...

Hold them.

Here.

Not what you were expecting?

Actually, it's not really
our area of expertise...

It's not all Fifty Shades.

That is one of
our more functional designs.

Well, we think this is
the guy that bought it.

He ring any bells?

No. But he wouldn't, would he?

Why?
Because blokes don't come in here?

No. Because it was
an internet order. Card unseen.

So, once again, I take the whack.

But if it's an online order, you
must have a delivery address, yeah?

Holland Park.

And if you see any of my merchandise
round there, get it back.

Why would the thief
have something delivered here?

Well, maybe you said the card
was stolen to cover the fact that

you were making purchases
you'd rather no-one knew about.

Like ladies' underwear
or trips to the Lord Darnley Hotel?

That's absurd.

Recognise him?

This was the lad who was using
your card at the hotel.

Maybe you met him there.

Why would I do that?

Well, we're not here to judge, sir.

Every marriage has its secrets.

Oh, good grief, no!

I have a wife, who's a woman.

Anyway, I told you I was having
dinner that night at my club.

We haven't been able
to substantiate that.

And your doorman
was less than welcoming.

I'll call them,
tell them to cooperate.

You've got to understand,
I did not use that card
to check into that hotel.

Take the bags to the kitchen.

These are police, darling.

Nothing to worry about,
just a missing credit card.

Oh, Charles, you're hopeless.
Sorry.

Mrs Hutton, have you used
your husband's credit card
in the last couple of weeks?

To buy some underwear, maybe?
No, of course not.

Was that your daughter? Yes.

Perhaps we could talk to her.

I don't understand. Why would
I use my father's credit card?

If Georgia wants something,
she only has to ask.

Charles is incapable
of saying no to her.

Fathers and daughters, eh?

Georgia, this is
the photograph of the young man
using your dad's bank card.

Recognise him?

No.

You sure?

You see, we also think he is
involved in a very serious crime,

possibly even a murder.

So if you do know him...

Honestly, I'd really like
to help you, but I can't.

I think we're done here.

Of course.

Thank you for your time.

However, I will need a list
of anyone who works at the house

and of course
a list of any school friends.

Georgia doesn't have guests.

She's doing six A Levels.

Wow, that's impressive.

What school do you go to?

St Sebastian's Upper. Nice.

Oh, you know people there?

No.

Georgia's father
was an old boy here.

He was a lovely chap,
but never stuck at anything.

I suppose he didn't have to.

All that family money.

And what about Mrs Hutton?

I'm afraid I can't help you there.

Nobody's quite knows
where she sprang from.

Chalet girl or an air hostess,

one or the other.

It was just like Charlie
to marry below stairs.

Always was a hopeless romantic.

And Georgia Hutton,
she does all right here, does she?

More than all right.
She's off to Oxford.

Brains to burn.

Must take after her mother.

West Side Story,
one of my favourites.

Did Georgia try out for that?
Actually, she did.

Not her finest hour. But it won't
stop her expecting a leading role.

Young people today
have such pathological self-belief.

I'm really terribly sorry.

I have a lesson to take.

Just one thing before you go,
Mr Rintoul.

Is he one of yours?

Goodness.

Doesn't look like any PE lesson
I ever had.

All right, Trotsky,
you just park the revolution here,

while I have a word
with our mystery hotel guest.

I wasn't at any hotel.

If you're going to charge my client,
please do so.

Otherwise this constitutes the
harassment of an innocent schoolboy.

What kind of innocent schoolboy has
a family solicitor on speed dial?

Thanks to Mr Hutton, it seems.

Someone lost a lot of blood in
that hotel room, Rufus. Who was it?

I told you, I wasn't there.

Then you must have been
somewhere else. So where were you?

My client has no comment.

Hey, Joe, do us a favour.

Nip to the patisserie for me, please.

Cos if we're in
for the long duration here,

I could murder an apricot frangipane.

I was at a party.

It was my 18th.

Happy birthday. Thanks.

So what's this about? Rufus Barton.

What time did he get to your party?

Sevenish.

Georgia was supposed
to be helping me get ready,

but of course she brought Rufus,
so that put paid to that.

How long has she been seeing him?
About a year.

But her mum and dad don't know?

Course not.
Her mum's like super-strict.

Mine's not.

I can pretty much do what I like.

And Rufus,
what time did he leave your party?

I've no idea. I was utterly mashed.

But you must have noticed
people coming and going.

Poppy, do you have any photos?
Loads. They're on my Facebook.

We're going to need to see those.
Sure.

Friend me.

Maybe you'd like to email them to us.

Do you think Rufus could've left the
party early, to see another girl?

No way. He was, like,
surgically attached to Georgia.

Sounds like
you might be a little jealous.

Don't get me wrong, Georgia's great.

But she's not perfect.

How do you mean?

Well, for starters she's got fat,
and basically disappeared.

So, Georgia Hutton
puts on a bit of lumber.

Then, all of a sudden,
a corset is delivered to
her home address. What do you think?

I don't know. I get that teenage
girls are funny about that stuff.

But did she look
that overweight to you?

Maybe she shifted a few pounds
in that hotel room.

OK, I fast-tracked that test,
and you were right, Ron.

There's amniotic fluid
in the mattress.

So, someone's given birth
in that room.

That's the source of the blood, then.

Urgh! Remind me never to have kids.

It's OK. I've had two.
Never felt a thing.

Lilly, thanks very much.

The question is - where's the baby?

She is NOT the kind of girl
to get herself pregnant.

And what kind of girl is that?
The stupid kind.

Georgia doesn't even
have a boyfriend.

She doesn't have time.

You know, Georgia, if you want
to continue this in private, we can.

We don't have any secrets...

Do we? Georgia?

It's fine.

Georgia, we know that
you're close to Rufus Barton.

Who's that?

And that Rufus
booked a hotel room

at the Lord Darnley

using your dad's bank card.

And that someone...

..gave birth in that room.

Someone with a very rare blood type.

B rhesus positive.

We don't really get much time
together,

with Rufus being a boarder
and my mother being so uptight.

So we decided to leave the party
and go to a hotel.

And just tell us what happened
once you got to the Lord Darnley?

It was horrible.

The room was so dirty.

We knew it would be weeks
before we could arrange anything
else, so we decided to stay.

And then what happened?

We started having sex.

And then all this stuff
started coming out of me.

And I started getting
these horrible cramps.

And then I started bleeding.

I knew I was having a miscarriage.

It's OK. Take your time.

There's not really anything else
to say.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you this
before. I just...

couldn't with my mother there.

No.

'You say that you knew
straightaway from the bleeding

that you were having a miscarriage.'
'Yes.'

'Even though
you didn't know you were pregnant?'

What else could it have been?

Sorry. It's just so horrible,
remembering it all.

Georgia, how far along
do you think you might have been?

Two or three months at the most.

I'm sorry about this,
but I do need to ask...

..what did you do with the foetus?

We flushed it down the loo.

'And you had no idea
that you were pregnant, Georgia?'

No morning sickness, nausea,
anything like that?

Thank you, DS Brooks.
I'll take this from here.

I'm Detective Inspector Leyton.

I think we have all we need for now.

So if anything else comes up,
we'll be in touch. Thank you.

Wes, we weren't done there.
Yes, you were.

She had a miscarriage.

It happens more often
than you think.

Guv... Write up your notes
and put them on my desk.

The case is closed.

Stuff you're still working on,
you file in your desk box.

Stuff you refer to regularly,
you file in your desk drawer.

Stuff you hardly ever use...

Ron, am I wasting my time here? Ron?
Eh?

No. Joe, listen to this.

Georgia Hutton buys a corset
to conceal the fact she's fat, right?

No. She just tells us she thought she
was only a couple of months along.

If she's a couple of months along,

she wouldn't be showing
that much anyway. OK.

Right. Cover for me.
Where are you going?

Down to the lab to see Lilly,
see if she has finished them tests.

Look, Ron, you can't.
I just No-Crimed the report.

Well, file them in your desk box.
You're not done with them yet.

It wasn't an early miscarriage.

There was too much blood
and not enough amniotic fluid
on that mattress

for the pregnancy
to be in the first trimester. So?

Well, the best guess is
the foetus was probably
around seven months along.

Why would Georgia Hutton lie to us?

So we wouldn't go
looking for a body?

Don't get ahead of yourself, Ron.

Wes, I reckon we should go and have
a proper look at the area covered by
those kids that night. I really do.

You know what it's like
with these cases. Usually the baby
is dumped very near the scene.

Why don't we have a look at
all the phone boxes, the doorways,
the drains and the bins?

I'll tell you something else.
We could do with getting into
that school and the Hutton house.

We haven't got enough for a warrant.

What about if we were looking
for stolen goods?

There is a man
going through our rubbish.

Yeah, sorry about that.

I have a corset. What have you got?

Well, we found that
at the bottom of a bin.

That Georgia's?

We've found something interesting
on Georgia Hutton's nightdress.

Go on, then, Lil. Meconium.

What's that? Baby faeces.

Oh, so you're saying the baby
was in distress before it was born?

Meconium in the amniotic fluid
can be a sign of foetal distress.

But the meconium on this nightdress
is quite separate
from the amniotic fluid.

So the baby excreted it
after the birth? Exactly.

Which means what?

The amniotic fluid
from the mattress shows the baby
was old enough to be viable.

And the meconium from this
nightdress shows it was born, alive.

We've checked all over. Uniform even
dropped in on the local churches.

No baby has been handed in anywhere.

Plus we had a chat with the witnesses
from the hotel that night -
no-one heard a baby crying.

OK. What are you thinking?
Infanticide.

Even without a body?

Wes, we are good to go. We can keep
looking, but I'm telling you now,

Georgia Hutton
didn't give birth to fresh air.

Georgia Hutton, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of infanticide.

..of assisting an offender.
We didn't do anything!

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

Do you understand why you're here?

Because I've been charged
with killing a baby.

Your baby.

As the psychiatrist
appointed by the court,

I have to establish whether the
balance of your mind was disturbed
at the time your baby died.

I can't believe
this is happening to me.

When you went into labour, did
you understand what was happening?

No, not properly.

I mean, not until it came out.

I mean, a baby that size
should've been dead, shouldn't it?

How did you feel
when you saw it was alive?

I don't really remember.

'It was like the whole thing
was happening to someone else.

Does that make me crazy?'

I don't buy it. How do you not know
you're seven months pregnant?

Our psychiatrist says
she fits the profile
for pervasive pregnancy denial.

The woman isn't consciously aware
she's pregnant. Any symptoms
she attributes to other causes.

What? Too many pies
and a spot of indigestion?

I've known cases where the denial
continues through to childbirth.

The woman fails to recognise
the child as a real baby.

So kills it or abandons it?

The syndrome is strongly associated
with infanticide.

There's no premeditation.

Which is why she's not
being charged with murder.

You can't plan to kill
a baby you don't know you're having.

This application to dismiss
is time wasting.

There's ample evidence to proceed.
I'm astonished that you and Rippon
have lowered yourselves.

Rippon's off the job.
Georgia Hutton is to be represented
by a friend of the family.

Oh, no.

Jacob. Jacob Thorne!

Long time no see.

Kate Barker. Maitland Cosby.

Awful business. Awful business.

The Huttons are such nice people.

Still, I'm sure we can get this
cleared up quickly.

Karen, a word in your shell-like?

I'll see you on the pitch. We should
have a drink, Jake, and catch up.

OK, who is he and is he single?

And in addition to
the want of evidence,

the body of the child
has never been found.

The search is on-going, my lady.

A body is not a requirement,
Mr Cosby.

There is sufficient evidence
to proceed.

The application to dismiss charges
is refused.

Well, that was a waste of make-up.
Get used to it.

Cosby's only just getting started.

All right there, Jakey?
Please don't call me that.

Remind me,
what case was it we last met on?

Hannigan and Shepherd.
Ah, that's right.

You was robbed!

Yes, I was.

Do you really think I...
Playing nicely, boys.

How are we going to do this, then?
You first.

Georgia didn't know she was pregnant.
The baby was stillborn.

You're taking the position that
a dead baby excreted meconium?

No, I'm taking the position
there was no meconium.

The item seized by the police fell
outside the scope of the warrant,

which was originally obtained
to recover stolen goods.

The item in question
is a blood-stained nightshirt

that proves Georgia Hutton's baby
was born alive.

How were the police supposed
to ignore something like that?

The evidence is admitted.

We've looked in the school,
the hotel, Georgia's house -
all the areas in between -

dustbins, drains,
even in the gardens that Mum and
Dad were working on at the time.

You must be missing something
or you'd have found it by now.

Kate, you want to have a shot,
go ahead. It's a big city out there.

I'm sorry. It's just that
a body would be very helpful.

Kate, we haven't given up yet
and we'll keep you posted.

Thank you. You're welcome.

What does she want from us?
We looked everywhere.

Look everywhere again.

Ron, take a look at this. What?

I found some dodgy accounting
in Hutton's business books.

He had his knuckles rapped
for undeclared earnings.

Well, maybe some of Mummy's chums
didn't fancy paying the old VAT.

Why don't we have a look in
Granny Hutton's address book?

See if we can't find him
doing jobs on the side
around the time the baby was born.

I'm way ahead of you, Ron.

Way ahead.

As soon as a guest checks out,
the girls are in there
doing the cleaning. Bish bosh.

The room's good to go again
in 20 minutes.

Very efficient. So if the defendants
had left the hotel at 10:30pm,

why was it another 12 hours before
the cleaning staff entered the room?

Cos that pair never checked out.

They slipped off
taking the key with them.

Left the Do Not Disturb on the door.

They obviously didn't want anyone
knowing what they were doing
in there.

Thank you, Mr Blanchard.

Mr Blanchard...

..what kind of establishment
would you say your hotel is?

It's got a lot of potential.

I'm thinking of getting in some
flock wallpaper, going all boutique.

Lofty ambitions for a hostelry
that rents rooms by the hour
to local prostitutes.

Is this going somewhere, Mr Cosby?

Georgia Hutton is accused
of killing her newborn child.

But in the absence of a body, do
we even know that the baby is dead?

There is no usable CCTV footage
of the night in question.

Who is to say that the child
wasn't taken

by any one of the ne'er-do-wells
who roam the corridors
of the Lord Darnley?

Tell us about the night
your baby was born.

We left Poppy's party,

went to the hotel.

To...

..have sex?

Yes.

But Georgia
started getting these pains.

She was in agony.

Why didn't you call an ambulance?

Georgia said I was making a fuss.

And at that point you really had
no idea that Georgia was pregnant?

No. Honestly.

What happened next?

It was all very fast...

..and messy.

He was a boy.

We talked about keeping him,

but Georgia was so scared
of what her mum would say.

So we wrapped the baby
in a bathrobe

and put him on the bed.

And left him?

Yes.

Whose idea was
the Do Not Disturb sign?

No-one's.

We didn't do that.

I didn't.

The idea was that
someone would find him quickly.

Rufus?

Rufus, look at me, please.

How about you stop
defending your girlfriend

and start defending your child?

Where is your son?

Someone found him.

Took him to look after.

Lots of people want babies,
don't they?

Wes, Joe's been on the blower.
He's found a body.

OK, thanks.

When I started working through
old Mrs Hutton's address book,
I came across Marjorie Harrison.

She is the chairperson
of the residents committee here.

Hutton and Fellowes, they installed
these remembrance gardens around
the time Georgia had the baby.

The body was buried underneath.

How do we know it's him?

He was wrapped in a bathrobe.

We traced the laundry label.

It was from the Lord Darnley.

The child was
about ten weeks premature.

It died from untreated
Respiratory Distress Syndrome.

It would have been obvious it was in
trouble from the moment it was born.

So, Lilly, would the baby have made
it, had they got it to a hospital?

Possibly.

Or if it had been born
a few weeks later.

There isn't much anyone
can do about that, though.

There is.

This baby was induced.

What? Synthetic oxytocin.

There was a vial found
in the pocket of the dressing gown,

plus the cap for a syringe.

So much for for Georgia Hutton
not knowing she was pregnant.

Yeah. Her mind was not
as disturbed as she was making out.

Right. This is no longer infanticide.

My lady, in the light of new
evidence, the Crown wishes to apply

to alter the indictment
against both defendants

from infanticide

to murder.

My lady, I'd like to make
an application under Section 78

to exclude the evidence
found in the bathrobe.

It's more prejudicial than probative.

What?! Ms Barker!

There is not so much as a fingerprint
connecting either the vial or
the syringe lid with Miss Hutton.

We've established
the Lord Darnley is not known
for its housekeeping standards.

These items could have been left
in the pocket by the previous guest.

The evidence proves the defendants
not only knew about the pregnancy

but took steps
to artificially induce the baby
before it was full term,

thereby endangering
their child's life, even before
they dumped it in that hotel room.

Much as I dislike your tactics,
Mr Cosby,

I agree the evidence is problematic
and might prejudice the jury

to the degree where
it outweighs its probative value.

The evidence is not allowed.

Third time lucky.

Who does he think he is?

He can't just parachute in from
Poshville and change the rules.

He's playing them to his advantage.
Isn't that what defence lawyers do?

I don't know about the boy,
but Georgia Hutton is guilty as sin.
We can't let her get away with it.

At least we've got the body now.
That'll make the jury squeamish.

Wait! Camille, no.

My daughter is not a bad person.
Mrs Hutton, please.

She's not a trust-fund brat.
She's got a big future.

Camille!

Please,
don't ruin my daughter's life.

I'm sorry, please, excuse my wife.

No. For once in your life,
do something!

The defence calls Georgia Hutton.

Miss Hutton, why did you ask
your father to return to the hotel?

As soon as we left the baby,
I knew it was a huge mistake.

I wanted to go back,
but Rufus wouldn't let me.

He was very worried about me.
I wasn't feeling well.

So, when you got home, you asked
your father to fetch the infant?

I didn't care what my mother
thought. My baby was more important.

But when he got to the hotel,
what did he find?

He said...

Could you speak up, please?

He said the baby wasn't there
any more.

When you got to the Lord Darnley,

and you got into the room,
what did you find?

Blood. The place was a mess.

And the baby? It was on the bed.

It wasn't breathing.

It was so small.

I thought of Chatton Square Gardens.

It's such a lovely spot.

So I took the child there
and buried it.

I thought about Georgia, my wife...

Their plans.

It seemed kinder to everyone
to take care of things

and pretend the baby had just gone.

Mr Hutton, for our records, what
time did you arrive at the hotel?

I got home about...
well, just before 11.

Georgia and Rufus
arrived shortly after.

I got to the hotel room
at about 11:30.

Not according to the doorman
at your club.

No, you see, once we'd persuaded him
to talk to us,

he told us that you were one of the
last to leave the club that night.

In fact, you and your party
were kicked out at around about
one o'clock in the morning.

If you'll excuse me.

Interview terminated at 10:42.

What if I gave evidence
against the boy?

Perhaps the charges against
my daughter could be dropped.

I've heard there are deals
that can be done.

No further questions.

Miss Hutton, would you confirm
something for me?

What time did you get home
and ask your father for help?

Around 11pm.

You're quite certain about that?

Yes.

I don't get it, Ron.

Where were Georgia and Rufus
between 11 and two?

What if this picture was taken after
the baby was born and not before?

So, what, instead of going
straight from the hotel to
the Huttons' house to ask for help,

they went back to the party,
wasted a couple of hours?

They had no intention
of anyone finding that baby alive.

The Crown calls a rebuttal witness.

Charles Hutton.

It appears Mr Hutton
has declined to give evidence.

Sorry to be a bore...

..but I'm not going to go into
the witness box.

I imagine you need to arrest me.

If I was on that jury,
I'd think Hutton was keeping quiet
just to protect his daughter.

Or to protect himself.
You think HE killed the kid?

No. This is all Georgia Hutton.
How's that?

Charles Hutton would do anything
for his daughter.

So if he thought he could put
the blame on himself or on Rufus,
then he'd be doing it,

not sitting in a cell
with his mouth shut.

Sometimes those who choose
to defend the indefensible

find themselves
falling back on dark arts.

They use misdirection
to make us look the other way

and sleight of hand
to conceal the truth.

When that happens, you have
to hold on to the simple facts.

If Miss Hutton had taken
her newborn baby to a hospital,
he would still be alive today.

But Miss Hutton and Mr Barton
didn't take their premature
and struggling child to a hospital.

They took themselves back
to the party they had attended
earlier that evening.

And only when they were quite
confident that their baby was dead

did Georgia Hutton go home
and ask her father for help.

These are the facts.
Hold on to them.

Georgia Hutton's parents
didn't pay eight grand a term

to have their daughter
walk out of school pushing a pram.

And, as for Rufus Barton, was he
really going to write a letter home

telling his parents
they had a grandchild on the way?
'PS, can I have some money for tuck?'

Nobody wanted Georgia Hutton's baby.

But that doesn't mean
anyone killed it.

There is a two-hour discrepancy
between the accounts we've heard.

Two hours.

Who lied?

The defendants? Mr Hutton?

The doorman at the club
where Mr Hutton was such
a loyal member and generous tipper?

Who lied?

Or were they just confused?

Did Georgia Hutton
delay in asking for help

or did her father delay in giving it?

And what of Rufus Barton,
where is he in all this?

Is he really the innocent
he pretends to be?

Or is this not murder at all?

Is this just a simple family tragedy

in which a young girl
was so terrified
of disappointing her mother...

..that she hid her pregnancy
and when the baby came

it simply stopped breathing
because it was born too soon?

Georgia Hutton
may not have wanted her baby.

That is not to say
she wanted it dead.

So, who, if anyone,
killed Baby Hutton?

I don't know.

Do you?

Beyond all reasonable doubt?

How much are the Huttons
paying Cosby?

I don't know, but
they're getting their money's worth.

So you won't be looking him up
after the case?

Nah.

I don't really do posh boys.

All those boarding-school hang-ups.

Now, give me a bit of rough
any day of the week.

Thank you for over sharing.

The jury's back.

Shall we?

On the charge of murder, how do you
find the defendant Rufus Barton?

Not guilty.

On the charge of murder, how do you
find the defendant Georgia Hutton?

Not guilty.

If that's justice,
then what's the flippin' point?

You know? If it was
a couple of hoodies in the dock...

Just got to be smarter next time.
Hutton, what's he going to get?

Two months for keeping his gob shut.

Bad luck, all.

Bad luck.

No hard feelings, eh?

Listen, I've got to dash.

Mrs Hutton's buying me lunch.
I reckon I might be in there.

How do you sleep at night?
Like a baby.

Too soon?

Listen, if you decide
to defect to the dark side, call me.

I can introduce you to some people.

Come on.

Well, punishment of a sort, maybe.

Rufus.

It's not enough, Ron.

It's not nearly enough.

No.

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