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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.

Follow the line. Follow the nurses.

The nurses will take you to the assembly hall.

Every morning, my wife makes me promise

not to open any suspect packages.

"Don't be a hero," she says.

To the assembly point in the car park.

Quickly and calmly, everyone to the assembly point

in the car park.

Quickly and calmly, please. As quick as you can.

What's happening?

I can't go in for the moment. Security alert.

Some smokers reported a dodgy-looking

holdall by the side entrance.

- We can't find the owner. - One of those nights.

- Please make your way. - Quickly and calmly...

I can do it. You move back.

What kind of a gentleman would I be then?

Bob?

Oh, no.

- What is it? - God.

- Just pop behind the tape. - Thank you.

- Ronnie! - One of our uniform boys

- will take your details. - All right. Thanks. Bye.

The bag was dumped sometime after midnight.

None of the smokers remember clocking it before then.

What about an ID of the person who left it?

A Chinese guy dumped it around one.

An Asian bird at half twelve.

She was a fat black woman.

There was a thin white guy. Take your pick.

God bless the great British Public.

- Security see anything? - Not until it was reported.

They were dealing with a barney between a bloke and his wife.

The woman who found it was still shaking.

She thought it was a bomb.

Well, for someone, it was.

Recently bathed. Clean clothes.

No sign of exposure to the cold.

No suspicious markings on the skin.

This was a well-cared-for child.

Yeah. Dumped in the early hours.

Perfect parenting.

Well, the child was dead

long before he was put in the bag.

Whoever left him here was disposing of a corpse.

Well, hang on a minute.

How does a well-cared-for baby become a corpse?

He was poisoned. Or, should I say, gassed.

There are toxic levels

of carbon monoxide in the bloodstream.

God, the poor kid.

No reports of any missing babies.

Forensics got nine separate sets of prints from the bag.

- No matches so far. - We've got a CCTV report

says a figure deposited the bag at 27 minutes past midnight.

Thick coat. Hood up. Can't tell whether it's a bird or a bloke.

Can we track the route?

Well, we lost the suspect at Euston Road junction.

We're cross-referencing with bus and tube cameras,

but again, no matches so far. Looks like they stayed on foot.

How far would you carry a dead kid, in a bag,

centre of London, in the middle of the night?

You'd want rid, quick as, wouldn't you?

Assume the kid is from that area.

Take a two-mile radius, with the hospital at its centre.

Matt, get a photo and do the rounds

of all the nurseries and day-care centers.

The old needle-haystack interface.

Look on the bright side, son.

You might end up with a yummy mummy.

He's already working for one.

That sounds wonderful.

Indian head massages government funded.

- How come we don't get this? - Once a week for three hours.

We're the only respite most of these women ever get.

The first Mrs. Brooks

will gladly let you know how mums do

much longer hours than coppers. Here, darling, you dropped that.

You got kids?

He can't even look after a goldfish.

I fed it just like you said.

The fish was ailing before I went anywhere near it.

Tell that to my daughter.

A nine-month-old African-Caribbean boy.

Wearing a winter coat like this.

Ring any bells?

Do you know how many babies there are around here?

African-Caribbean origin.

Wearing a winter coat like this in the picture.

Luka, get down!

Sorry. Doesn't ring a bell.

Tilly! Will you stay within the gate?

Are you sure?

Look, I'm sorry, I've got to keep an eye on 'em.

Last week, a little boy got out onto the main road,

hit by a motorbike.

- Lovely. - This is getting us nowhere.

Right. What have we got? The holdall.

- The baby. - Yep, and the clothes.

You know, we could try sourcing the coat.

No, no. That's brilliant.

- Grey. Not green. - Thank you.

They're grey.

I'll be in with the guv. Let me know.

No worries.

Can you look it up for me?

Yes, please. Soon as you can.

Yeah, yeah. I'll hold.

A single British wholesaler.

The coats are shipped in from Bangalore.

- Last year's must-have item. - Great.

Except the coat on the baby

was brand-new. Never been worn.

But the wholesaler had a dozen boxes remaining.

Sold 'em off to a distributor up Tottenham last month.

Here you go.

Your man at White Hart Lane reckons he sold a box each

of those coats to 12 shops across Greater London.

Four within a stone's throw of the hospital.

That's what I call progress.

Can't divulge a customer's details?

Who does he think he is? A priest?

Ronnie mate, we've still got three shops to go.

Matt, there used to be a community

round here, mate.

People looked out for one another.

Now nobody sees, nobody talks.

Your blood sugar is dipping. I'll get you a sandwich.

Matt...

A baby dies and no one so much as blinks?

I'm not having it.

No. Don't remember.

Maybe, maybe madam, if you were to look at the photograph

for more than two seconds, it would jog your memory.

I mean, I gather you have sold some of these coats.

Maybe you'll remember.

A baby no older than ten months old.

African-Caribbean. Possibly a young mum.

When you want something for yourselves,

you're round here, no problem.

Where were you the three times I were burgled?

I know the baby.

Remember? His mother came in, bought the cot and the coat.

And she paid in cash.

I think we'll just talk to Kostas, if that's okay?

- Be my guest. - Thank you.

Yeah, I delivered it to her.

She had a flat on the ground floor,

off Kings Cross Road.

Hallem Street, I think it was.

Are you the caretaker here. sir?

Oui.

Dionne Farrah. Number six, numero six.

Have you seen her lately?

What's seen?

- He's gonna let us in. - You speak French?

What do you think I am, some sort of Neanderthal?

Well, you might've said something before

I made tit of myself!

Where's the fun in that?

Hello?

Someone left in a hurry.

Don't blame them.

Ronnie.

Lovely.

Fingerprints match one of the sets from the holdall.

And here's the murder weapon, heating system.

Pumping out carbon monoxide.

Death trap, literally.

Signs of tampering, quite recent, plus

carbon monoxide alarm set up ready to go.

No batteries.

And easily removed, if you don't want

your neighbors to know what you're up to.

- Thanks, Pete. - Sure.

So, what, you reckon a parent gassing their own child?

I've seen worse.

- Well, yeah, but-- - A baby crying. A single mum.

Two hours' kip a night for six months.

Easily done, mate.

I dunno. Whatever happened to motherly love?

Listen, I'd have thrown myself

in front of a speeding lorry for my kids.

Other days, I'd have happily shook 'em

until they rattled.

- Thank you. - Eight flats in total.

Four currently unoccupied.

Right.

Turner.

Turner?

Mr. Turner.

All right, lads? What's occurring?

DS Brooks. This is DS Devlin.

We're looking for a neighbor of yours. A Dionne Farrah.

Why? What's she done?

When was the last time you saw her?

Well, I live on the floor above, so our paths don't really cross.

I hear the baby screaming through

the floorboards all night, though.

He's got a right pair of lungs on him.

Did she have a husband?

I don't think so. Not that I saw.

No, I think it's just her and the baby.

I think she might be a lezzer.

A lot of them about these days, isn't there?

Not that I mind,

as long as they let us have a little watch?

How long have you lived here, Mr. Turner?

Um, a couple of months.

And is the building always this empty?

Yeah, it is at the moment, yeah. A lot of them took the buy-out

from the landlady offering them five grand

to get out. It's pretty persuasive.

Don't you qualify?

No. No, I'm on the sick, you see,

from the Post Office. RSI.

But the woman at the letting agency,

Mrs. Walters, she took pity on me.

She let me have a room, short-term only.

A generous landlady.

Three years ago,

I couldn't have given a flat away.

These days, I could have 'em wrestling naked in mud

to decide who gets the properties.

Still, there can't be that many people

fighting over that block surely?

Regent's Quarter, new St Pancras.

That area's one of the proper up-and-comers.

- So you got yourself a bargain. - Oh, yeah. I wish.

Yeah, I only heard about it at the last minute,

I got the bid accepted, not realizing the buyer

had to honor existing contracts and rents.

Some of those tenants are on fixed contracts

for five years.

Always read the tiny print, gentlemen.

But the building's half empty.

Yeah, well, if we want to renovate,

and we do, we have to buy them out of their contracts,

which is where we are now.

Okay. Here we are. Dionne Farrah.

Resident since 2006.

References taken from the previous owner.

One from an employer. Another from a teacher based in Archway.

There you go.

So what happens to the people who take all the buy-outs

and can't afford to live in the area anymore?

They move to areas where they can afford it.

Oh, right. And what about when that gets

gentrified, where do they go, then?

So what? We don't improve these areas?

Kings Cross has always been a dump. Finally, it's improving.

That is communities all over the city being displaced by it.

Yeah, but Ron, areas change. Cities shift.

There's nothing new. Been happening for decades.

Okay, in 20 years' time, the only gaff

you can afford to live in, is a caravan, think of me.

Really? Well, that is great.

Okay. I'll ring you back.

- Please... - thank you very much.

Bye-bye. Okay. Listen up. Dionne Farrah made one call

from a mobile phone yesterday morning.

Five hours after the baby's body was found.

To a Leona Collins. Now, Leona Collins--

- Leona Collins? Wait. - Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait. Leona Collins.

Yes.

Leona Collins was Dionne's referee

for the flat. Come on, admit it. I am good.

Well, I am better,

because Leona Collins' maiden name was...

- Not Farrah? - Farrah.

- Dionne has a sister. - Let's go.

I'm gonna have to call you back.

Spoke to her a couple of days ago.

What about?

Usual stuff. Sister stuff.

- And since then? - Look, I ain't seen her!

Leona, does Dionne have children?

A little boy.

Sean.

Sean?

And how old is Sean?

Nine months.

Lovely.

Do you enjoy being an auntie, Leona?

Yeah, I bet.

What you gonna get him for his birthday?

You seem the sort of person

family means a lot to.

Kind of girl that'd like to protect her own.

Is this your nephew?

Where's your sister?

It's all right, Lee.

Dionne!

I don't wanna hide any more.

It's my fault. It's all my fault.

So why did you take the batteries

from the CO alarm, Dionne?

I didn't.

I didn't even know I had one.

Okay.

Just talk us through what happened.

I had to get to work.

I clean offices on Pentonville Road.

I was already late three times in the last month

'cause of Sean.

On my last warning. I can't afford to lose the job.

What about Sean's father?

He was killed in a car accident

about four months before he was born.

He never saw Sean.

Do you normally leave Sean on his own while you go to work?

No!

- I phoned Serena. - She's the babysitter.

She said she was like three minutes away.

I thought he'd be okay.

She said she was on her way.

So you left Sean in the flat.

I got home about midnight.

Flat was all dark and no Serena.

I went over to Sean's cot. I leaned in,

trying to hear him breathe, but I couldn't...

So I reached out, all gently to touch him

but he wouldn't move.

So I picked him up...

and he was all...

I tried to give him mouth-to-mouth

but I dunno how to give mouth-to-mouth properly...

I never learned,

I should've learned, but he wouldn't move

and he's such a light sleeper and I knew then,

I knew he was...

I took him to the hospital.

And you left him at the entrance.

I didn't know what I was doing.

I just thought it was the best place for him.

I couldn't face anyone,

all the questions...

I knew they'd be thinking the same thing.

It's all my fault.

She had no intent to kill or cause harm.

Oh, come on,

if you prosecute her, who does it serve?

Well, we'll have to see what the CPS say.

Because if we play it by the book,

she's looking at manslaughter by gross negligence.

She was worried about her job.

She's got no partner, no support.

What would you have done?

Waited for the babysitter.

Dionne said, that when she spoke to you,

you told her you were three minutes away.

I was on the bus...

there was this van in the middle of the road,

everyone was yelling at the driver.

It should've only taken three or four minutes, but...

it turned out being 'bout twenty.

So why weren't you looking after Sean

when Dionne got back from work?

I never got in.

I've only got the key to Dionne's flat.

They changed the locks on the main door

a few weeks back and I never got a copy.

The caretaker wouldn't let me in.

Caretaker! Have you seen the state of that place?

I told him I'd come to babysit Sean,

but he wasn't having it.

Said he couldn't let me in. Said he'd never seen me before.

I was outside the flat for like half an hour,

buzzing other people,

waiting for someone to come out.

And then, the caretaker came out again,

said if I didn't go, then he'd call the police.

Says you wouldn't let her into the building?

He says he never saw her, never answered the door to her.

Well, someone's lying.

Did you, um...

Did you take the batteries out of that?

Reckons he never touched it.

Lot of jamais round here, mate.

So who's guilty here?

Young mum for leaving her baby,

babysitter for not doing her job,

or that caretaker for not letting her in?

Well, if Dionne didn't remove those CO alarm batteries,

it puts her in a different light.

Yeah.

I mean, the building's half empty.

Look at it, the place is an absolute dump,

the gas systems aren't being checked at all

and the landlady's got her heart set on redevelopment.

So what does my devious mind conclude from that little lot?

Landlady wants that building cleared of tenants.

We checked with the heating engineers

you go a contract for the building.

They haven't had a maintenance request in fifteen months.

They tried to do an annual check,

but they couldn't get access.

Take a trip down to the tenants' ombudsman

on The Strand. Find out if Maureen Walters has got a

record of driving out tenants.

Hang on. What about Dionne?

She's the one who left the kid alone.

I want to make sure we've explored every avenue

before I see a mother accused of the death of her child.

Maureen Walters?

We used to call her the Wicked Witch of the West,

when she had properties in Notting Hill.

We need a new filing cabinet just for her.

No water, broken doors, floods...

textbook methods of how to empty a place.

Can you not get mozzarella on the files?

So what are you doing to stop her?

Unless a private landlord is a member

of the guild, we don't have jurisdiction.

So what, you just sit here

and watch the complaints pile up?

What else can we do? We're an ombudsman,

not like you boys.

This gaff on Hallum Street,

do you think she's trying to empty it?

You're asking me to forego my impartiality.

Oh, perish the thought.

Put it this way, I couldn't exclude

the possibility that's what's happening.

I don't suppose you've got any records

of the former tenants who tried to lodge complaints?

Oh, yes.

Did my head right in, that place.

I come home and the lock on my door's been broken.

The caretaker is neither use nor ornament.

I shove a chair against the door

'cause I can't get a locksmith out till morning.

The middle of the bloody night, smash,

the door is off its hinges.

That mad git Turner is in my lounge.

The RSI postie with a lesbian fetish.

He's throwing my CDs on the floor,

switching telly on full volume, acting like he's drunk.

- When you say acting-- - Oh, I know

what a pissed bloke smells like.

He didn't smell of booze, at all. More like...

Lynx and mouthwash.

Turner's a thug.

He got what he wanted. I moved out.

Well done him.

- I want this thing wrapped up. - Oh, Guv.

Yes? What have you got?

I did a full FIU on the landlady's company.

And guess what? Mike Turner is on the payroll.

So we checked him out.

He's got two previous convictions.

One for ABH. One for GBH.

Both on tenants

who claim he was harassing them to get them out of their homes.

From property records, talking to ex-tenants, we reckon

this must be the sixth building he's cleared for the company.

Fine.

This makes him a thug, but not a killer.

Dionne Farrah also mentioned to us

that she hadn't messed around

with the heating system in her flat,

yet the Scene Of Crime Officer said

it had definitely been tampered with.

Then I spoke to the maintenance company,

a bloke matching Mike Turner's description

barred them access to the flats,

saying that he was looking after the heating systems.

So he sabotages the heating to get the mum out.

Ends up killing the baby.

Guv,

if Mike Turner is responsible for the death of this child,

we really should be out there, bringing him in.

Let me talk to James Steel from the CPS,

see if we've got enough for him.

It's clear Mike Turner was harassing

tenants to get them out, but you've got to show me proof

he's responsible for Sean's death.

'Cause at the moment, we can only prove...

I don't know. Harassment of occupier?

Or maybe agent of the landlord

withholding services from occupier.

And what is that? That's like, two years, max.

Just a fine.

I mean, a baby has been gassed to death.

I appreciate that, and we all want

the same thing here, Ronnie,

to convict whoever is responsible,

but, trust me, at the moment, I just...

don't have enough to convince a jury of Turner's guilt.

And if we prosecute him without enough evidence,

we won't get justice for Sean or his mother.

So what do you need?

Evidence directly linking Mike Turner's

actions to Sean's death.

You get me that, I'll put him in the dock.

This caretaker, Daniel Matoukou,

it must have been his job to service the gas system

that killed Sean.

What's he got to say for himself?

Well, not a lot,

because he barely speaks any English.

What is it, Matt?

I can hear your brain whirring from here.

Well, the caretaker.

Serena, the babysitter said

that he threatened to call the police,

told her he'd never seen her before.

So?

Well, do you think Serena speaks that much French?

Thank you, Serena. That's very helpful.

Result.

She says the man who wouldn't let her in

was white, Northern and big-boned.

So, not the caretaker, at all.

It was Mike Turner.

- He barred her access. - Yeah, just like

he barred the maintenance people

from getting in to check the heaters.

Enough of a link?

Now we can build a case.

I said, stop it!

Would you leave me alone, you bloody great ape!

This wood is rotten, Mrs. Murphy.

It needs to be replaced.

Only after you started hacking away at it!

- Got the cuffs? - Stop it!

I've just had that painted...

- Matt, cuffs. - Get off me!

Michael Turner, I'm arresting you

on the manslaughter of Sean Farrah.

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

if you do not mention, when questioned,

something which you later rely on in court.

Dionne, we've arrested Mike Turner.

We believe the owners of the building

are trying to harass the tenants by damaging the heating systems.

You mean, they did it on purpose?

They killed my boy.

I'm so sorry, Dionne.

Throwing old ladies and young mothers

out onto the street to make a few quid?

This Mike Turner is below amoeba.

Unlawful act manslaughter?

- That's what I'm going for. - I don't see it.

Where's the unlawful act?

The law requires that landlords service gas systems

and have them safety-checked annually.

The tests on the system found the CO levels

were more than 800 parts per million.

The Health And Safety Executive's

- safety level is 50-- - Statistics. Lovely, yeah.

Blind me with science.

I couldn't give a rat's backside.

You have to convince me of intent,

that Turner essentially knew

that what he was doing was unlawful.

A big loophole for him to dance through.

Turner intended to make the conditions unlivable,

so that the tenants would leave.

He's done this half a dozen times before.

If I get both his previous

convictions admitted, the context is clear.

You'll need a judge and jury in very generous moods.

- We've got good evidence. - Yeah, but do have enough of it?

We need direct evidence that Turner

tampered with the gas system.

Without it, I'm not convinced.

What if we turn the caretaker, Daniel Matoukou,

to give evidence against Turner?

Mr. Matoukou knew the gas system was unreliable,

he knew the CO alarms weren't functioning properly,

but he didn't try to get them repaired

or serviced.

Oh, come on. He's just the caretaker.

Someone will take responsibility for this baby's death.

Now either he tells us about Mike Turner

or we charge him with manslaughter.

Scale his charge down to withholding services

from a tenant. A summary offense only.

Then he'll talk.

Who tampered with the gas system?

Mike Turner.

Unlawful act manslaughter?

What's the matter with you, James?

I've got huge credibility problems here.

Any jury with half a brain cell between them

will see that Matoukou is simply trying to shift blame

onto Mr. Turner.

Matoukou is the caretaker.

The building and services are his responsibility.

Nothing to do with us whatsoever.

Mr. Turner is an habitual offender.

One previous conviction for GBH,

one for ABH, both against tenants.

I reckon a jury will be fascinated

by his previous convictions.

You've been sniffing the Tipp-Ex.

No judge will allow that.

Better take up golf, James. A better use of your energies.

Come along, Mr. Turner.

See you in court.

You can't allow this, My Lady.

It's totally prejudicial.

The cases are identical. Mr. Turner assaulted tenants

who were trying to repair

essential services to their flats.

Assaults on people. Not tampering with gas systems.

Entirely different, My Lady.

Yes, thank you, Mr. Ridley.

Let me get this clear.

Making the buildings unlivable is intent to cause injury.

That's what's common to all these incidents?

Yes. Thank you, My Lady.

You're not going to allow this?

Do you know? I think I am.

It's a novel theory and I rather like it.

Mr. Turner's previous convictions

may be admitted as evidence.

I tried to push past, but...

he wasn't having any of it.

He just slammed the door in my face.

I tried to get in.

I really did. I adored Sean.

If I'd known what was gonna happen I...

The man who blocked

your access to the building,

is he in this court?

That's him.

He said he'd never seen me before

but I'd been there loads of times.

For the record, the witness

was pointing at the defendant.

No further questions.

Miss Jackson, may I call you Serena?

Serena, you told the police

that Mr. Turner was the caretaker.

- That's right. - But he's not.

If you'd been there so often,

why didn't you know that?

He was around a lot, I just assumed...

So you didn't really know who he was.

Is it possible therefore

that he didn't know who you were?

I told Mr. Turner I was trying to fix Miss Farrah's gas system.

And what did Mr. Turner do?

He told me to leave it.

He pulled me away.

And then he gave it a thump with a hammer.

As the level of carbon monoxide in the room increased,

the child would have suffered from cerebral edema.

Can you explain what that is, please, Mr. Stanton?

Cerebral edema causes brain cells

to crush into each other through swelling,

essentially killing the cells as they're compacted.

Could the carbon monoxide leak have been caused

by a source other than the gas heating system?

I don't believe so.

And, in your expert opinion, would Mr. Turner's

attack on the gas system have increased the chances

of such a fatal leak?

In my opinion, yes.

Thank you. No further questions.

I don't know if I can do this.

All those people looking at me.

This is your chance

to tell everyone the truth, Dionne.

I dreamt of Sean last night.

He was asleep in the cot next to me.

Like none of this had happened.

When I woke up,

it was like I was losing him all over again.

I thought Sean would only be on his own

for five minutes at most.

I thought he...

I thought he'd be fine.

How long was Sean alone?

Seven hours.

When you left, did you notice

anything unusual about the air in the room?

No.

And when you returned?

It was like...

thick...

I opened the window, before I...

saw Sean.

Thank you. No further questions.

This must be very distressing Miss Farrah,

I'll be brief.

Can you just explain to the court

why you didn't phone home to check with Miss Jackson

that everything was all right?

We're not allowed phones at work.

Two months back, one of the cleaners got sacked

for making calls during work time.

You don't have breaks?

I went to my locker to get my phone.

It'd run out of battery, I must've left it on.

So I went outside to use the phone box across the street

but it wasn't working.

Time I'd done that, my ten minutes was up.

None of your co-workers had phones?

Break was over, I couldn't--

You clean an office block,

how many telephones are there in that block?

I'd be fired if I used any of them.

So your job is more important to you than the welfare

- of your child? - Oh, come on! My Lady!

Mr. Ridley, a little compassion goes a long way.

Miss Farrah, isn't it true

you could have made a phone call if you'd really wanted to?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Yes.

So, who is actually responsible for the death of little Sean?

This is why the rest of Ridley's chambers

call him "Limbo".

'Cause there's nothing he won't stoop to.

He may be making your case for you.

The jury'll have sympathy for the mother after that.

You ready for this?

There's been a note from the jury.

Apparently one of the jurors speaks fluent French.

And he's questioning something in Daniel Matoukou's testimony,

a mistranslation. I don't know how serious.

Tell me Ridley's not applying to discharge the jury?

I talked to the usher. Looks like he'll succeed.

In which case, Mike Turner would go free on a technicality.

I just told them what I heard. I lived in France for 20 years.

He said ordered, not pulled.

And I have a note from other jurors...

stating that you corrected three other words

that you considered mistranslations.

I just told them what Mr. Matoukou really said.

I wasn't trying to be difficult.

So more than one word!

My Lady, how can we now be certain

that the rest of the translated evidence

has been correctly understood by the jury?

Yes, thank you, Mr. Ridley.

I agree.

It's a mess.

It's more than a mess. Trial is aborted.

I don't care how many trials it takes.

Dionne Farrah and her baby will get justice.

Your client can't wriggle out of this indefinitely.

You don't need golf, you need therapy.

Brutal, unforgiving therapy.

How do you sleep at night, Robert?

In a gorgeous handmade bed imported from Osaka.

But then of course, I don't have to make do on a CPS salary.

We've got to re-try Mike Turner.

James, you're letting your heart rule your head.

Re-trial means going back to square one.

You'd have to get Turner's criminal record admitted again.

- I managed it last time. - Yeah, you got lucky.

There's no guarantee

that a new judge will be quite so obliging.

And without Turner's previous, your case looks perilously thin.

So he walks free?

No, no, I don't like it any more than you do,

but we have to do make do

with what we have at our disposal.

Might be able to help you there.

Looking back through Turner's file

on his last assault charge, he was offered to deal down

to a year in prison if he gave up Maureen Walters.

He didn't bite.

So he went to prison

rather than give evidence against his boss?

That's some loyalty.

Because she's not his boss.

Mike Turner is a silent partner in the whole company.

All of those buildings, they own them together.

Their property portfolio must be worth

nearly five million pounds.

While a child dies in squalor in one of their flats.

So Maureen Walters must've known exactly

what Mike Turner was doing.

They must've hatched the plan together

to get the tenants out. She's culpable.

We go after Maureen Walters.

As head of the company, the buck stops with her.

We put her in the dock.

Now, now just hold on a second. If they're partners,

then they will deny everything in unison.

We have to be more pragmatic.

- But surely it's worth-- - No trial.

But we get Turner and Walters to plead guilty

to a lesser charge.

George, a baby was killed.

Dionne Farrah's life has been destroyed.

And this way, we convict those responsible.

The most they could get

would be a couple of months in prison.

They could even walk out of court with fines,

for a child's death.

That's a disgrace.

George is right.

A trial is no guarantee of success.

I'd rather see them convicted of something,

than walk free of everything.

Let's bring Turner and Walters in.

See if they'll take it.

You're asking me to plead guilty?

Withdrawing services with intent to cause occupier to leave.

Scraping the barrel a bit, James.

If you don't accept my proposal,

I will take Mr. Turner back to trial

and I'll dig up every charge

possible to level at Mrs. Walters.

That baby's death had nothing to do with me.

I-- I'm just trying to earn a living,

keeping me head above water.

But that's not possible these days, is it?

'Cause nobody takes responsibility

for their own lives any more.

- I'm sorry? - Would it kill that girl

to check the CO alarm herself?

A couple of AA batteries, that's all it would've taken.

But no, she'd rather complain than do something about it.

The law states it's your responsibility

to ensure your tenants safety--

Don't get me started about the law--

- Mrs. Walters-- - Do you know

the amount of red tape I have to deal with? Every day.

It's a wonder there's any small businesses left in this country,

every day there's some new legislation

making it impossible to earn an honest living.

Wow, that's a fascinating interpretation

- of the word "honest". - I did nothing

- to hurt that baby. - We're leaving.

You don't even care, do you?

What? I beg your pardon?

I'll have you for slander! Come on, Mike.

Is there something funny, Mr. Turner?

I've done prison. Few months inside? It's easy.

Don't worry Mike, it won't get that far.

Matoukou's memory won't be so clear next time!

- Mrs. Walters, just a minute. - What? What did you just say?

Daniel Matoukou's evidence is on the record.

Are you admitting threatening a witness?

No, she isn't! She didn't say a word,

none of this ever happened.

Look, we were never here.

She's threatening to sue you?

For slander?

After she blamed Dionne Farrah for the death of her baby.

She's a one-off, that woman.

That is because she knows you haven't got enough on her.

So, that digging you wanted.

Tell me you found treasure.

Mike Turner previously served 15 months

in prison for the assault charges.

During that time, Environmental Health Officers

received and upheld

forty nine complaints

from tenants against Maureen Walters.

So?

The moment Mike Turner's released,

complaints drop.

Turner gets out, starts bullying tenants again.

There's something else.

Nine months ago,

the Environmental Health Inspector changed.

New inspector's pretty generous.

Of the twenty seven complaints

that were made against Maureen Walters

since then, every single one has been resolved in her favor.

That's an impressive success rate.

I love the smell of bribery in the evening.

See what you can prove.

Oh, and Alesha...

Brilliant work. Thank you.

I've got five minutes.

Until nine months ago,

you were covering Maureen Walters' buildings.

What changed?

A new manager came in,

reorganized the way we divided up casework.

So who took over complaints against Maureen Walters?

- Charlie Dias. - Does he take bribes?

I didn't hear that.

Did Maureen Walters ever offer you a bribe?

She hinted at it. I'm not saying that I wasn't tempted.

And you know how much they pay us?

I mean, the wife was going on about a new fridge,

one nod to Maureen Walters, everyone would've been happy.

Has Charlie Dias bought a new fridge recently?

Your five minutes are up.

Charlie Dias, works at Environmental Health,

withdraws two hundred quid a week

from his current account, going back years.

Past nine months, nothing. Not a penny.

Doesn't prove he took bribes.

His wife paid for her weekly shop

by debit card for the last three years.

The past nine months, cash only.

So they've got extra cash.

There's still no link to Maureen Walters.

Doesn't prove anything.

What if someone offers Dias a bribe?

He takes the bribe.

We get enough evidence like that

a jury'll see that Maureen Walters

was responsible for Sean's death.

Set it up.

Look I'm just asking, why me?

We took a vote, decided you were the one

who looked most like a dodgy landlord.

You're supposed to be my mate.

Maybe take your tie off?

Perfect

- Antony Simpson? - Yeah.

Charles Dias, Environmental Health.

Right we've got, uh, three complaints,

two about the central heating.

And one about the damp.

Yeah, I think those are-- That's a misunderstanding now.

'cause I'm having the place totally renovated.

Yeah well, I'm gonna have to take a look.

But I must warn you Mister Simp--

Do we have to do this now?

What else would we do?

Careful. Wait till he asks.

He knows what he's doing.

We're not just pretty faces, you know.

Oh, I don't wanna add to your paperwork.

How can we make this go away?

You tell me, Mr. Simpson.

Well, if I knew what you were looking for--

What are you looking for?

Well, I don't want to insult you, Mr. Dias, so...

- Five hundred. - Here we go.

What about two fifty?

- This is the way in, is it? - What about 300. 300 then.

- Cash. Now. - Cash, absolutely, yeah.

Good.

That's one hundred.

Very much obliged. Two hundred.

Charles Dias,

you are under arrest for corruption.

Oh no, no, oh no, no. You can't do this.

Can I have my tie back now?

Entrapment! You stitched him up.

He solicited the bribe.

Mr. Dias is going to resign. Without pension.

And then he's going to give us the names

of every landlord whoever bribed him.

Or he'll find himself in the dock.

Who'd you want first?

In my experience, Mr. Turner,

people change their plea for two reasons.

Conscience or self preservation.

Now as conscience seems beyond you,

I'm giving you one last chance to save yourself.

We've charged Maureen Walters

with 16 counts of bribing a public official.

Mrs. Walters claims it was your idea.

What?

She been saying... the lying cow--

Mr. Turner. Silence is your friend.

We're going to charge you both with manslaughter

by gross negligence, over Sean Farrah's death.

Prison may be easy for you, Mr. Turner...

but 15 years?

That's a whole slab of your life.

Look, I've been through one trial already.

What do you keep coming back at me for?

For all the years Dionne Farrah will never spend with her son.

What did you have in mind, James?

Maureen Walters

has already begun to turn on you.

Here's where your self-preservation

can kick in.

Give evidence against her, in exchange for a lesser charge.

Or be back in the dock alongside her.

The old divide and conquer?

A baby died.

A baby named Sean Farrah. He was nine months old.

Maureen Walters didn't strangle Sean.

She didn't stab him, or run him over.

Maureen Walters never even met Sean Farrah.

She did, however fail

to maintain gas central heating systems,

in a deliberate attempt to force her tenants to leave.

She bribed Environmental Health Officers to look the other way

in a deliberate attempt to force her tenants to leave.

A breach amounting to gross negligence.

Why did she commit this breach?

Because she wanted more money.

She willfully and repeatedly placed

the value of her property above the value of a human life.

No parent should outlive their child

and convicting Maureen Walters

won't bring Sean Farrah back to his mother.

But it will send a forceful warning to others.

We all have a duty of care towards one another.

And no breach shall go unpunished.

In relation to the count of manslaughter

by gross negligence,

do you find the defendant, Maureen Walters,

- guilty or not guilty? - Guilty.

Well done, James. A good result.

Go home. Have a drink. It's over.

For us, maybe.