All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.UK.S01E06_Legendas01.ENG

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.

Thank you, Hassan.
Thank you. Bye.

It was a lovely meal, Dad.
Thanks.

Come here.

When did you grow up, eh?
When did that happen?

Yeah, sorry about that!

Sixteenth birthday!
Sixteen years old.

Your mum would've loved
to have seen you now.

Come on. Let's find the car.

Are you sure the car's this way?

I thought it was the other side
of the main road.

Was it?

Dad, what's that noise?

- Dad, look!
- What? What is it?

Quick! Call 999!

- Get back, Sally, get back.
- Quick!

Come on!

Take your time.

Have you ever done one of these?

No.

You'll need this, Ronnie.

Right.

God have mercy.

Yeah, it was torched

from the middle or bottom
of the stairs.

Went straight up,
like a fire up a chimney.

Right, and how quick
did it take to catch, then, Jim?

Well, from the moment
the propellant was laid,

about three minutes.

Anybody up top would've been
blinded by the flames.

Oh, and fire doors

were padlocked shut.

- Nice.
- Place was a social club,

mainly used by
the local Turkish community.

Which makes 'em Muslim.
Racially-motivated, got to be.

You know what, Jim,

as a detective, you make
a great fireman, mate.

Forty injured. Serious burns.

Central Command is setting up
a Casualty Bureau.

And we'll want liaison officers
in the local community.

What's the number
of confirmed fatalities?

Uh... Seventeen. So far.

Well, there's gonna be a lot
of people waking up

to an empty space in the bed
this morning, that's for sure.

And a lot of people
wanting answers.

We've got ourselves
an official major incident.

Now, these next few hours
are vital.

So, you two get yourselves
a head start,

by seizing every scrap
of CCTV footage

in the immediate vicinity.

Already checked.

No cameras
till you get to Edgware Road.

Oh, terrific.

Who owns this building?

Nobody knows, Guv,

but as soon as the
local authority offices open up

we'll find out for you,
straight away.

Are you okay, Matty?

The club was called Cennet.

Turkish word for "Paradise."

Who gets a kick
out of burning people alive?

Excuse me. Police.

Detective Sergeant Brooks?

Yeah, that's me.

Thank you very much.
This is the complete list?

Yes, sir, from here
we took the first twenty,

the rest went to the Royal Free
and Homerton.

We've got Metin Dursun

down as running the club.
Where is he, please?

He's preparing for surgery.
You'd better be quick.

He might not make it through.

Mr. Dursun, look, I am sorry
but you said you threw a man

out the club, for causing a row.
What was his name, sir?

I can't remember.

Mi-- Mickey something?

We're taking you into surgery
now, Mr. Dursun.

His-- His...

His name, Mr. Dursun?

Mr. Dursun, do you remember

who this Mickey
was arguing with?

- Leyla! A waitress.
- Leyla?

They knew each other.
I think he was her boyfriend.

- You have to go now!
- Yeah, yeah, just Mr. Dursun,

do you remember her surname?

- I can't remember.
- That's enough!

You don't have a Leyla on there?

I'd need a surname.

Well, that would be very easy,
wouldn't it?

Um. I'm sorry,
I haven't had the time. I--

Please.

- It's our best lead.
- Nothing.

Are you sure?

- All right, well, thanks anyway.
- No, wait, sorry, um...

There are so many ward lists,
they're changing all the time.

Leyla Bilgin. Minor burns.

One of the few lucky ones.

- Hinchcliffe Ward.
- Brilliant.

Thanks.
You've been a great help.

Leyla Bilgin?

I'm DS Brooks.
This is DS Devlin.

Now, how are you doing?

They told me people
died in there.

Do you know how many?
Do you know who they were?

Well, not all the details
are confirmed as yet so--

Why would someone
do something like this?

That's what we're trying
to find out.

We'd like to talk
to your boyfriend,

- Mickey--
- He ain't my boyfriend.

Why do you think
he's my boyfriend?

We must have got that wrong.

We heard you had a barney

in the club last night,
just before the fire.

I told him to get off my case.
I'm not interested in him.

Well, that's fine,
but we'd still like

to talk to him.

What for?

You don't think he started
the fire? He wouldn't.

He's an idiot, not a head-case.

I was at school with him.

We just want to talk to him,
so we can rule him out.

Just tell me Leyla's all right!

She's fine. Seventeen others
weren't so lucky.

You're kidding.

I'm sorry to hear that, man.
I really am.

There's some good people
up there.

Just tell us what happened
in the club last night

between you and Leyla, Mickey?

It was a row, that's all.

You know.

Between a bloke and his bird.

Yeah, except she's not
your bird, is she, Mickey?

Leyla says you're more
of a pest.

Yeah, well,
that's what she's like.

And then one day
she's all flirty

and then the come-ons,

the next,
she's all stand-offish.

Right, so it makes sense

that you want to
teacher her a lesson.

Don't be coming at me with that.

Is that what you think?

No way did I set that place
on fire.

Well, the fire started
at 11:45 p.m...

Where were you then?

- At home, I suppose.
- Any witnesses?

Yeah. My Xbox.

Nearly finished this game.
It's taken me five weeks.

I was playing the game
all night.

Hm.

The kid's a right
little chopper.

But I dunno if he's an arsonist.
I can't see him burning down

that whole club
just 'cause of Leyla.

Well, let me tell you.

I was sitting in my kitchen
one morning with my first wife.

We was having a bit
of breakfast.

She's sitting
across the table from me,

crunching toast really loud,

and it was getting on my wick.

I remember looking at her

and looking round my kitchen
and thinking,

"I could easily torch
this gaffe,

with you in it
and me outside, watching."

But that was a long time
ago though, yeah?

You'd been drinking.

I only wish I had.

Mickey's Xbox was in use around
the time the fire started.

Games saved on the memory card
at 11:52, 11:59

- and 12:17.
- Yeah but anybody could use

- that console, yeah?
- The saves are password locked.

The password's
Mickey's middle name.

Well, it proves

was at Mickey's flat,
doesn't prove Mickey was.

Except I've got time-stamped
footage along Edgware Road.

Nine minutes past 11,

Mickey comes running
out the alley

where the club is
and heads home.

Then cameras have him entering
his building

thirty-nine minutes later.

Just about the time the fire
was set.

Plus he left 14 voicemail
messages

on Leyla Bilgin's phone between
half eleven and 1:00 a.m...

The mobile phone signal puts him
at his flat during that time.

All right,
maybe it was a racial attack.

No assumptions, Matty.

We haven't got any evidence
taking us that way yet, mate.

Briefing in 20 minutes.

And I'm expecting

- a full progress report...
- Ma'am.

...on everyone's areas
of responsibility.

- Ma'am, you've got a visitor.
- That will be brief.

I'm Birsen Ozkan.

My son Haroon works
in the club Cennet.

He's 19.

They won't let me bury him.

They say he's evidence.

DI Natalie Chandler.
I'm so sorry.

I want you to know.

I want you all to see.

This is him,
and this is who he is.

We're sorry.

No, I don't want "sorry."

Seventeen people like Haroon.

Find who did this.

Please.

This case requires painstaking
and thorough investigation.

The police are making
significant progress

across a number of leads.

We would urge anyone who has
any information on this attack

to step forward.
Having spoken--

From forensics,
at the crime scene.

Traces of unleaded petrol.

Straight out
of the arsonist's handbook.

How's it work and what is it?

- It's stashed in the trousers.
- Eh?

That plastic is the wotsit
from a... an old car.

- The wotsit!
- Well, you know,

where they put the...

- wiper fluid.
- The reservoir, you mean?

You strap it to the top
of your leg

with a tube running down,
and out the bottom

- of your trousers.
- Mm-hm.

You wander about,
leaving trails of petrol.

Nobody notices until...

Goodnight, Vienna.

How come you know
so much about it then?

I've seen it before,
when I was a WPC.

So, what have we got
on the owner of the building?

The guy leasing the building
pays rent

to a company via
a PO box number,

which belongs
to a holding company,

here we go,
"with connections to multiple

shell companies."
God knows what that all means,

I mean, it's gonna take us weeks

to suss out
where that leads back to.

The nurse at the Whittington.

You never let a woman get away.
Do you, son?

Very good, Ron,
keep 'em coming, mate!

Joke or cry, Matty.
I know which one I prefer.

Anyway, a bloke comes in
with second-degree burns.

Then as soon as he's treated...
Boof! He's gone. Scarpers.

Something opaque is stuck
in his leg.

It could be plastic.
The doctor wanted to remove it.

The patient agreed.
I went to see another patient.

and when I came back,
he was gone.

With a piece of our evidence
stuck in his left thigh, maybe.

Okay. He sets fire to the club,

but there are still traces
of petrol left in that device

he's got hidden in his trousers.

As the flames go up in the club,
they catch fire to that device,

exploding that piece of plastic
into his leg.

We're gonna need that X-ray,
plus a full statement.

I-- I don't suppose you got
his name?

I did, actually. Um...

Ben Mousa, 43 Hamley Street.
Flat two.

Fantastic!
You're the best.

In ways you can only imagine.

Please, Mr. Mousa,
it really is the quickest way.

You want me to pull down
my trousers?

We're investigating
a serious arson attack

which led to the murder
of 17 people.

What's that gotta
do with my leg?

But we want to see
if you're carrying an injury.

And I've told you I'm not.

Look, mate, if you ain't got
anything to hide,

what's the big deal?

It really is the simplest way,
Mr. Mousa.

Strides off,
we'll have a quick look,

job done.

I know it sounds a bit weird.
We ain't here for kicks either.

Okay. Nothing.

Happy now?

Yes, thank you.

Um...

Mr. Mousa, um...

a man was pretending to be you
at the Whittington Hospital

earlier on today. Do you have
any ideas who that could be?

It's that scumbag upstairs.
I've told your lot about him.

- I'm sorry?
- Since he started squatting

in that flat upstairs,

the rest of us have all been
broken into, okay?

Last week, it was my wallet
and my passport.

But your lot say
they can't prove anything.

Now maybe you wanna stop pulling
my trousers down

and go and sort him out.

Do you have a name
of this person?

Yeah, it's Nazim Kasaba.

He works
in a hotel kitchen in Highbury.

Hey signori, no-one allowed
in the kitchen.

- Yeah, we're not here to eat.
- Is there problem?

- We're looking for Nazim Kasaba.
- I'm not sure if he's here.

Fire in the kitchen?
Nazim, we know they haven't had

a fire in the hotel kitchen
for over five years.

The staff have already told us

that you were not at work
on that night.

So your alibi
has been blown out of the water.

And you cannot explain how
you got that injury to your leg.

And we've got CCTV... of you...

running along Edgware Road

five minutes
after the fire was set.

Nazim, why did you do it?

Someone let you down?

Pissed you off?
Did they owe you money?

I had nothing to do
with the fire. I wasn't there.

The police doctor
recommends you be admitted

to hospital for surgery.

If the surgeon recovers anything
from your leg,

it will be given
to us as evidence.

We'll accompany
you to the hospital.

I'm not going to the hospital.

What?

Nazim, your leg
is seriously infected.

It's not going to get better
on its own.

I know my rights...

and you can't do
anything without my consent.

And you're not getting it.

Oh, Jesus!

Guv, as soon as that leg
goes bad, we will get the blame

and he'll probably sue us,
you know that.

No DNA at the scene. No motive.

Two hours, twenty-three minutes
till his next detention review.

At this rate, we haven't got
enough to hold him.

Got to find something else.

Just been going through
hospital records.

Sixteen of the dead, nineteen
of the injured don't exist.

English, Matty?

No papers, no visas,
no leave to remain.

According to Home Office
records,

they're not even in the country.

- Ah. They're here illegally.
- Just like our friend Nazim.

All right, it's a connection,

but it's still not motive.

We're gonna have to work
on this fast.

Get down to Edgware Road,
see if anyone knows him.

In the meantime,
I'll talk to the CPS,

and see if there's a way to get
that evidence out of his leg.

Here you are, Ron.
Not a sausage.

Well, no one's talking
about Kasaba, that's for sure.

Although,
the club was known locally

as where the invisibles go.
Want one?

I don't know.

The press will get hold of this,
it'll go crazy.

One illegal immigrant burns
a whole lot of other ones.

Yeah, well, that's a nice
little label, innit?

Bunch 'em all
as illegal immigrants

you don't never see
'em as individuals.

It's not a label, Ron,
it's what they are.

But phrases get loaded, Matt.
I'm tellin' you.

You've gotta remember,
we're an island, mate.

People have been coming here
for years,

ended up breeding
with the locals.

We'd love to kid
ourselves otherwise.

But like it or not,

we're one big mongrel race,
know what I mean?

Result. James Steel's gonna see
a judge

about getting the evidence
removed

- from Kasaba's leg.
- That's good.

That is good.
I'll take this one.

My Lady, the Crown's application
is for an order

to obtain a key piece
of evidence

we believe is embedded
in the defendant's thigh.

Mr. Artemis?

It's a shameful application,
My Lady.

The Crown knows full well

that there is
neither statute nor precedent

which would allow for this kind
of disgraceful interference

with the defendant's
human rights.

Without surgery,
there is a serious risk

- to Mr. Kasaba's welfare.
- Though I'm not entirely sure

that's the Crown's
first concern, My Lady.

Until the Crown have
this piece of evidence,

and the chance
of forensic analysis,

the investigation
into 17 murders

hangs in the balance.

Thank you, Mr. Steel.

I don't intend to set
a precedent

which would allow
you to force suspects

into invasive medical procedures

just because it might help
your case.

My Lady,
this is a unique situation.

Which would compromise
the defendant's human rights.

I'm not prepared to intervene.

The application is refused.

His human rights?
The murderer has human rights?

What rights does my son have?

Didn't he have human rights
not to burn alive?

These people play the system
and you let them.

We're not giving up.

No, you're just playing games.

You're not going
to get us justice.

We don't matter to you.

We're not British.
You don't even see us.

We do see you.
We see your loss and your grief

and we will prosecute
the person who did this.

There is no prejudice
in the law.

Talk. That's all you people do.

When you've done something,
I'll believe you.

Well, looks like someone
up there likes us after all.

Nazim Kasaba just got carted off
in an ambulance.

- Are you all right?
- Sorry, family only.

He is a suspect
in a murder case.

He's got septicemia
from the injury to his leg.

Who the hell
let him get like this?

He's lucky to be alive.

Can we have another cannula
and...

The thing is,
even if whatever's in his leg...

is a match for the arson device,
we still don't have a motive.

Well, softly, softly, sunshine.
One step at a time.

Ron?

All right, doc.

- Blimey. That was in his leg?
- You beauty.

Keeping you up?

Sorry, very long night.
Tell me you've got the results.

Polymer analysis
of that evidence you brought in.

Margin of error, plus or minus
a couple of molecules.

Did you make a match?

Yeah.

The sample burned
into Kasaba's leg

was the same plastic
as the melted remnants found

on the floor of the club.

What, the windscreen wiper
fluid thingy?

Yeah. The... thingy.

Must have been
from an old banger.

Estimated date of manufacture
in the notes.

No wonder your bloke
got septicemia though.

The piece they took out
of his leg

still had petrol on it.

You've just made a lot of people
very happy. Cheers, Teddy.

We brought you some grapes.
Keep your strength up.

What do you want?

I thought you might
like to know...

we're going to charge you
with 17 counts of murder.

I've had representations

from community leaders,
grieving relatives,

and reassuring
the Turkish Embassy.

The DPP wants a quick result
in this,

to prove that justice
does not discriminate.

Doesn't matter
whether these victims

were here illegally or not,
we get a conviction.

Nazim Kasaba isn't talking yet.

I need to get to his motive
for killing that many people.

What are the local community
saying about him?

Nothing. We've got people
in community centers,

going door to door, we've done
appeals in the Turkish press,

local radio, websites,
but no-one knows anything.

Nazim was a loner
who kept to himself.

What about a psych profile
on him?

Came back with a glowing report.

- No sign of mental illness.
- So why the hell did he do it?

It's what we're going
to find out.

My client did not intend
to kill anyone.

Then maybe he shouldn't have
torched a building.

Mr. Kasaba was acting
on instruction

from another party.

Lessen the charge to arson,
no intent to endanger life,

- and he'll talk.
- No intent?

He walked round the club,
spreading fuel, and then lit it.

He was aware
of the consequences.

The charge stays at murder.

But if Mr. Kasaba cooperates,

the judge will take that
into account at sentence.

It was only supposed
to be a warning.

I didn't know that the door
would be padlocked.

I didn't mean to kill anybody,
it was just meant to scare them.

Scare who, Nazim?

I can't do this.

They'll have me killed.

If I talk to you,
you have a duty to protect me.

My duty is to the victims
and their relatives.

If you were any flicker
of a man, you'd stop thinking

about yourself
and start considering them.

Okay, I-- I owed
his people money.

A lot of money.

They told me, if I do this...

- I have a clean slate.
- Why that particular club?

It's the social club
for the people

that he smuggled over.

Who smuggled people
over here, Nazim?

They...

They pay £5,000 for transport
and papers,

but this time,
when the people came...

he didn't have the proper papers
for them.

Started to complain.
Threatened...

to tell the police about him.

That's when he summoned me.

Told me to send them a message.

Make the people stop talking.

What was the name of the man

who told you to burn down
the club Nazim?

- I didn't mean to kill anybody.
- Who told you to do it?

Kilic.

Ediz Kilic.

London Businessman
of The Year Award,

two years running.
Second generation British Turk.

Pillar of the London community,

with his own charitable
foundation.

Generous funder
of community projects

and member of several
high-profile boards.

You mean that Ediz Kilic?

Yes.

And you want me to believe
that he's a people smuggler,

who's incited arson and murder?

That's what
Nazim Kasaba told us.

He's got no reason to lie.

And we're basing this
on the word

of a self-confessed arsonist?

James,
you are looking round corners

when you should be looking
straight ahead.

A community
leader torching his own people?

What happened to this being
a racially-motivated attack?

- There's no evidence of that.
- For God's sake,

but seventeen deaths
not enough for you?

You want to pile something else
on top of it? If this is true,

you have any idea
how this will play

in the Turkish community?

George, we're following
the evidence.

Well, you're going to have
to tread very carefully.

I know.

Before we bring Kilic in,
we need a watertight case.

Kasaba said
he used to meet Kilic

in the back of a sports shop
in Manor House.

Apparently,
he keeps an office there.

He runs three companies.

He's got hundreds of employees.

What does he need
the little office

in the back of a sports shop
in Manor House for?

For transactions that don't
quite fit in with the law?

We could at least take a look.

And you really think
that Kilic is involved in this?

Yeah, I think it's possible.

Right.

Search that shop.

I never heard of a Kilic.

You're barking up
the wrong tree.

This is a sports shop.

- Understand?
- Oh, Yeah.

They're nice clubs, ain't they?
Look at them.

- Oi! Hey, look at that.
- Oi! Watch it!

Sorry about that.

Yeah, it'll take a few days
to clear up after us.

Gotta try and cure that slice.

Seventeen people are dead.

I'd hate to think
you were protecting

the person responsible.

All right.

All right, he...
He keeps an office out back.

This is just one drawer

from Kilic's secret filing
cabinets.

Immigration papers
and passports.

God knows how many people
he's brought into the country,

or how many
of them are still alive.

Okay, so what does this give us?

We're going to need to prove
intention to cause serious harm.

Well, it confirms
Kasaba's evidence

that Kilic is involved
in people smuggling...

and corroborates motive

for Kilic ordering Kasaba
to burn the club.

Mm... Maybe.

How is Kilic
managing to forge the documents?

That's what I was thinking.

The same name keeps reappearing
in relation to the visas.

Er... UK arrivals official,
name of Faruk Osman.

- Are you sure?
- Do you know the name?

Yeah, we were at university
together.

- Hey, Faruk. Good.
- Hey, how are you?

- Great to see you.
- Look, you've lost weight.

- Give it a rest.
- Hello. Alesha Phillips.

Very nice to meet you, Alesha.

You don't mind
if we record this, do you?

Of course not.
We're all friends here.

- Please, sit down.
- Thanks.

Thank you.

The victims who died
in the fire off Edgware Road,

we believe they were
in this country illegally.

Right, I see, okay.

Well, what's the best way
for me to help you? I can...

show you around our system.

I can introduce you some
of the people

who work here,
you tell me what's best.

Your name
is on these forged documents.

They seem to have originated
from within your office.

Where did you get these?

I see.
No, of course, you can't...

Right. Well...

Listen, we've got
a couple of hundred people here.

I'll get onto this right away.

- It may take some time.
- Sure.

Thank you, Faruk.
It's good to see you.

Dig up everything
you can on Faruk.

See if he's got any business
connections to Ediz Kilic.

- But James, he's your friend.
- So be doubly thorough.

I wanna know
what the evidence tells us.

- What?
- You're brutal.

Surely any link
is circumstantial.

No favors, no discrimination.

We treat Faruk like any other
aspect of the case.

This is nothing to do
with Faruk's race?

It's to do with the facts.
They're from the same community.

So all Turks are crooks?

No, of course not.
But look at what we've got.

Seventeen corpses,
people smuggling,

forged immigration papers
and Faruk.

We'd be mad to ignore that.
I need to know

if it's a coincidence
or something more serious.

Careful what you wish for.

Your mate Faruk and Kilic

with their arms
around each other.

- Where did you get these?
- A Turkish London newspaper.

"Meeting of minds

at the Annual Business
Achievement Awards dinner."

It doesn't prove
Faruk's involved with Kilic,

only that they've had dinner.

Why don't we ask Faruk?

We think Kilic had
something to do with the fire.

How well do you know him?

He's got his arm round you.

Everyone in the Turkish
community knows Kilic.

He's our
unofficial community leader.

James, this is a dinner.

You know what happens.

Everyone wants a picture
with everyone else

in case it comes in useful.

And did it?

James, what are you accusing
me of?

I think you'd better stop
dancing around

and come out and say it.

You see me in a picture

with another Turkish
businessman.

You think I'm corrupt?

No, no, they're not like us,
are they?

Those men from the East,

with their Turkish delight
and belly dancers,

No, no, Faruk.
Seventeen people have died.

Tell me how you know him.

How I know him? He helped
me get my first job.

A recommendation. That's it.

- He knew a man who knew a man.
- And that's it?

That's it. I see him once,
twice a year,

at one of these dinners
or fundraisers.

- He helps a lot of people.
- Have you ever...

done anything for him in return?

What the hell.
You're seriously accusing me?

You have a responsibility
for immigration.

You're photographed
with a people smuggler

who owns an office stuffed

with forged documents
which link back here.

- How would a jury view that?
- Juries?

Well, in a worst-case scenario,
that's where this could end up.

You really think I'm involved
with those people dying?

You never change, do you?

Relationships, friendships,
marriages...

they all come second place
to you and your principles.

I need...

to be certain that you have
no connections to Ediz Kilic.

You know me.
You shouldn't need to ask.

- Please, Faruk--
- Explain something to me.

How can I prove something
that hasn't happened?

How can I show you evidence
of a non-connection?

How? I've never hidden anything
from you.

Twenty years of friendship,
James.

You really trust
your own judgment that little?

I have to be sure.
Help me be sure.

Would you get out of my office, please?

Out.

George, I've known Faruk
since university.

He's spent years working
his way up.

I can't believe he'd be involved
in this.

Eleven and a half hours
of combing through

phone numbers, and I think
I've got something on Kilic.

- Go on.
- I asked police to look for CCTV

of Kilic arriving at the sports
shop in Manor House.

Then I cross-referenced times
and dates with the office phone.

And I've got him inside
the building

while there's a phone call made
to a Freddie Wall.

- And who's Freddie Wall?
- Suspected arsonist,

on parole from Ashbridge.

He's just provided police
with a statement

that he advised Kilic
on how best to start a fire.

Even down to padlocking
the doors.

Apparently,
Kilic was so concerned

these people would go
to the police,

he wanted to prevent
them from speaking out.

Right. Bring him in.

Let's go and break the news
gently to the DPP.

And I know exactly
where we can find Kilic.

It's just like my local.

- Told you.
- That's him.

I'm sorry, sir, the club room
is only open to members.

I am a member. James Steel.

I do apologies, sir,

but you'll be aware
of our rules governing...

- Blacks?
- Girls.

I think you mean women.

We need two minutes
with Mr. Kilic.

Your members will understand.

Whoever you are,
you've got a lot of nerve.

I'm James Steel,
Senior Crown Prosecutor.

This is Crown Prosecutor
Alesha Phillips.

Make an appointment
through my office.

Out of respect, sir,

I am making it look
like I'm begging.

But you have to leave with us.

If you don't,
the police are waiting outside.

So which do you prefer?

Sir?

Mr. Kilic has never stepped foot
into that building

that was attacked,
and he has no connection

with the Manor House
sports shop.

Tell me how we fix this,
Mr. Steel.

Well, let's start with
your connection to Nazim Kasaba.

I don't know anyone
by that name.

Nazim knows you.

He's pleading guilty
to 17 charges of murder.

And he's also signed a statement

saying that you paid him
to burn down the social club.

We also have another witness,
Freddie Wall,

who claims he advised you
on the best way to set a fire.

Mr. Wall, is a seven-times
convicted arsonist

and a notorious liar.

Please tell me that this isn't
really what you call a case.

You engaged Nazim Kasaba
to burn down that building

and you told him how to do it.

You wanted to send a warning
to illegal immigrants

who were challenging
you for their papers.

- Total fantasy.
- Well, here's the reality.

You're looking at 17 charges
of conspiracy to murder.

Kasaba is a liar.

James,

tell me why you're victimizing
Mr. Kilic.

I visited that club.

I saw the marks on the bricks

where people tried to claw
their way out.

I smelled the burned flesh.

Then I went down to the mortuary
to see the bodies.

This is all a mistake.

So how do we put it right?

By a confession
from the guilty.

These were my people.

Do you think
I would do this to them?

Do you know their names,
Mr. Kilic?

Your people who died?

Did you go to
any of the burials?

Have you spoken to
the relatives, or their friends?

Okay, James, that's enough.
Your trouble is you're a zealot.

Yes, I never quite mastered
the wipe-clean conscience.

The evidence of two arsonists,

one of whom
is an illegal immigrant,

against the word of a respected
London businessman

with a history of philanthropy
and community activity.

I know who the jury
will believe.

She's right. If it comes down
to Kilic's word

against Kasaba's,
then you're in trouble.

Kilic's barrister will just fill
that court with stories

about donations to charity
and gifts to little children.

I'm going through everything
we have on Kilic.

It's people,
that's who you need to find,

not technical detail, but real
flesh and blood human beings

who will get into court

and expose Kilic
for the pond-life that he is.

George, we've talked to everyone
already. I don't know

- where we find that pers--
- Then you'll need to think

about having an arrangement
with Kilic.

Not gonna happen,
too many people have died.

I have to look the relatives
in the eye.

I'm not deserting this

till we deliver justice
for the dead.

I couldn't agree more with you,

but I don't see
how you're gonna do that.

Castle.

You have a visitor.

I went back through
my department's records.

Three years ago,
before I was managing,

one of our employees
was dismissed

for stealing office property.

What sort of property?

"Indefinite leave to remain"
stamps

for the inside of passports.

I pulled out his personnel file,

and his referee
for his original job application

was Ediz Kilic.

Gerald Lindon.
The details are all in there.

This is fantastic, Faruk.

This is what we've been
looking for. Thank you.

Yeah, he's not Turkish.

Apparently, non-Turks
can be corrupt as well.

I wasn't suggesting anything.

I have a duty to investigate
this case,

- with all due neutrality.
- I have heard just about enough

about your duty.

I'm under internal
investigation.

What do you mean?

Well, you know how it goes,
"No smoke without fire."

A visit from the CPS
doesn't go well with my bosses.

Faruk, I'm so sorry.

But you're not, are you?
You're not sorry, not really.

If it comes down to me
or whatever case

you're building,
I'll always come second.

Kilic had 17 people
burnt to death.

I have to look at this case
from every angle

- that I possibly can--
- Yes, yes, I know, I know.

I just never thought I would
come second for some reason.

How arrogant am I?

No wonder your wife left you.

Let me get George to talk
to your boss, smooth it out.

No. The best thing is you
and I stay away from each other.

I don't wanna be
your collateral damage again.

- Please, Faruk.
- Don't call me anymore, James.

My wife once told me
I was too pious for my own good,

just before she threw
a plate of toast at me.

You didn't do anything wrong.

I was so intent on not giving
Faruk favorable treatment,

I went too far the other way.

It's a beautiful thing, hindsight.

And totally useless.

Nobody else understands.

If we're not
completely impartial,

we're not doing our jobs.

Does it ever annoy
your boyfriend?

That kind of thinking?

- What boyfriend?
- I thought--

James, really, that ended
four months ago.

Oh.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

- I am officially rubbish.
- Mm-hm.

Faruk will come round.

I don't think he will.

And I don't know

how I could've done
things differently.

Well, we can't let
his information go to waste.

I'll go and talk
to this Gerald Lindon.

It's our last hope.

That was three years ago.
I've not had a decent job since.

How did Ediz Kilic
come to be your referee?

He was the uncle
of a mate of mine from school.

I used to run errands for him
for a while.

It was him who suggested
I apply for the immigration job.

And, once you got it,
he asked you to steal for him?

He offered me ten grand
to get some passport stamps

and some headed stationery.

You didn't ask
what he wanted them for?

He's not a man you ask.
He's the man who tells you.

- When did you last see Kilic?
- About eight weeks ago.

He knew I was having
a bit of a rough patch

so he bought my old car from me
for more than it was worth.

Piece of junk, really.

Why would he do that?

Said he could always
use the parts.

So, Mr. Kilic
is a regular customer?

Yeah, one of our best.

He's got a couple
of nice Beemers

that we look after for him.

Couldn't do much with this one
he dumped on us though.

We took it in
'cause he's a good customer.

It's a waste of storage really,
I mean,

God knows
when it was last running.

It's got parts missing
all over the place.

I mean, you can't even put wiper
fluid in it,

'cause the tank's
been ripped out.

The smoking gun.

Or rather the smoking wiper.

Now, this is great work.

You just built the case for us.

Forensics reckon the plastic
used in the fluid tank

on that model
matches the plastic taken

from the fire scene
and Nazim Kasaba's leg.

Why would Kilic be so stupid
as to do this himself?

Never underestimate
the arrogance

of the truly powerful.

Gerald Lindon said that Kilic

was paranoid about people
whistle blowing.

He never trusted anyone
to do his work for him.

He was right to be paranoid.
The one person he trusted

was Nazim Kasaba
who sold him out.

Well, at least we've got
Kasaba's guilty pleas.

But even with the case
against him, I don't suppose

Kilic will do the same.

It's all because of this.

The passport stamp
stolen from UK arrivals.

The date had expired.

That's why Kilic couldn't supply
the papers any more.

But he kept taking money

and smuggling people
into the country.

And, when they threatened
to expose him,

he had them burnt.

Incinerated them to protect
his public reputation.

Well, It's a shame Faruk
isn't here

to see Kilic in the dock.

I think he prefers
to be where I'm not.

Sorry, James.

It's not about me.

It's about the 17 people
who died.

Kilic committed an atrocity.

He has to be held responsible.

Mr. Kilic, how do you explain
the evidence

before the court from survivors
of the fire who claimed

that you helped them
come to this country illegally?

These are lies.

Someone is trying to frame me.

And what about evidence
from relatives of the dead

- who say the same thing?
- Lies.

And evidence we have heard
from Nazim Kasaba

that you commissioned him
to set the fire?

Are all these people lying,
Mr. Kilic?

Any businessman makes enemies

who want to see
him brought down.

Look at my records.
My achievements.

I only ever served my community.

You consider people smuggling
at £5,000 per person

- a service to the community?
- I only wanted to help them

make better lives
for themselves.

You betrayed those who trusted
you? Didn't you?

- No.
- You smuggled

people into this country
out of greed,

then you had them burned alive

when they begged
you for documents

you failed to deliver.

- No!
- You were so incensed

that these people might go
to the police,

that you told Nazim Kasaba to,
and I quote,

- "Make them stop talking."
- No.

I'm a man of honor,
a man of principle.

I don't expect someone like you
to understand.

Mr. Kilic...

as a man of honor,

how do you explain the fact

that your prints
and DNA were found

where the wiper fluid tank
should have been?

On count one,
the murder of Arun Ozkan,

do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty?

Guilty!

Count two,
the murder of Bekir Murat.

Do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty?

- Guilty!
- Count three, Atilla Erdal?

- Guilty.
- Orac Sunalp?

- Guilty.
- Erkan Talu?

- Guilty.
- Asil Tural?

Guilty.

- Nazan Ergun?
- Guilty.

- Alkan Aybar?
- Guilty.

- Nejat Amir?
- Guilty.