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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.

Police have been granted a further 24 hours

to interview Lennie Gaines,

the father of 10-year-old Jodie Gaines,

who's been missing for seven days.

Jodie went missing last Friday on her way

to a music lesson in Central London.

Earlier this week,

Lennie Gaines and his ex-wife Kayleigh,

made an emotional plea for Jodie's safe return.

If you saw Jodie...

and you know where...

where she is...

Please...

tell the police.

She's our baby.

And we need her home.

We need her home now.

Couple of Latvian skip rats

found her about three hours ago.

They were after scrap metal.

She was under that radiator.

Time of death, about six to ten hours ago.

Cause, not obvious.

She'd only been dead an hour or so when they dumped her.

There's abrasions on the palms of her hands. Looks like glass.

Is it her?

Jodie had a scar on her left arm.

Any sign of her school bag or mobile?

- Nothing yet. - Anything else for us?

Couple of mothballs stuck to the sheet.

Who uses mothballs these days?

Who tapes a kid's mouth shut, and shoves them in a skip?

I don't know... but it wasn't her dad.

Let's get him out of the cells then, eh?

We've told you everything we know.

Yeah, but it will just help us, Mr Gaines.

We just need to go over your statements again.

Routine, that's all.

Forty-nine hours I've been locked up.

And all the time she's been out there. Alive.

Well, the other team, you know, made a bad call.

And I know it doesn't make it any easier.

But when a child goes missing, presumed dead,

we have to consider every possibility.

Even the fact that maybe the dad did it.

Not this.

Not this dad.

Just like to go over Jodie's after-school routine,

if that's okay.

Just in case something may have been missed.

Guitar lesson, 4 p.m. Poland Street.

It's about a mile away from the school.

And how does she get there?

Same cab firm. They're all CRB checked.

Look, Jodie knows all the drivers.

Been through this a hundred times.

Well, you don't think she's a bit young

to be taking cabs on her own?

Well, cabs, you know.

They're checked, so they're safe, eh?

She's usually back ten minutes after me.

I waited...

and waited, but she didn't come home.

So, Jodie was staying with you, yeah?

Jodie lived with me.

The family courts gave me custody.

Right.

I'll call Grebo.

Grebo?

Grebo Maul. The guitar teacher.

Lovely. Thanks, Matt.

But he said she never showed up, but

the school teacher said she saw her get into the cab.

Cause of death was suffocation. Jodie had a stomach bug.

Her mouth was taped shut.

Vomit needed to go somewhere and it did.

It clogged up her nasal passages.

Jesus.

So it could have been accidental.

Oh, accidentally tape her mouth shut, did he?

How are we gonna tell that to the dad?

Well, it's her mum I'm worried about.

Poor woman could barely speak.

At least Jodie wasn't sexually assaulted.

That's got to be some consolation.

Although that could've been the motive

for the kidnapping though.

They did pull over 50 splinters of glass out of her hands.

How did the glass get in her hands?

Well, could've been a scuffle, glass could've smashed

and she could've tried to crawl over it.

Any news on the sheet she was wrapped up in?

It was a 1950s vintage top sheet.

Part of a set, but it could've come

from any retro shop, jumble sale--

Or it could've been bought new and just had over, I don't know,

- half a century's worth of use. - Yeah.

Talk to the cabbie again.

And to the guitar teacher.

Like I told the other cops, she didn't show.

The thing is, Grebo-- can I call you Grebo?

We have a witness that saw her walk through your front door.

I don't know what to say.

You went through my flat.

And don't think you won't get a bill for the damages.

I'll give you the number of our complaints line.

So Jodie comes to your place week in week out

for guitar lessons.

When she doesn't show up,

you don't think to call her parents?

I did the first time she tried it.

Her dad went mental.

So what about the second or the third time?

Her dad kept her on a tight leash.

Look, if I thought for one second

Jodie was in trouble, I'd have called her dad.

I've been driving Jodie over a year now. Sparky kid.

Where exactly did you drop Jodie?

Outside Food City on Poland Street.

Her music teacher lives above it.

And you watched her go in?

Always do.

The school recommends us to parents.

- It's part of the deal. - And what route did you take?

Shaftesbury Avenue, Wardour Street,

er, Broadwick Street, then onto Poland Street.

- Lads. All right. - How you doing?

Just a quick question. How long you been working here?

Best part of a week.

And this diversion's been in place the whole time?

Yeah.

Am I missing something?

Right, our cabbie reckons he drove down Broadwick Street

and turned right onto Poland Street.

Maybe his cab's got wings.

Okay, okay.

Maybe I took Noel Street

and turned left into Poland Street.

No, that's one-way.

Then it must have been D'Arblay Street.

I don't know, Ronnie, I thought these cabbies

were meant to have a memory for routes.

You know what, Dom, I sympathize with you,

I really do.

And I'll tell you for why. Because when I was married

to the first Mrs. Brooks and I came home late,

she would want to know every single detail.

And I used to struggle, because, I've gotta be honest,

half the time I couldn't remember--

What's it matter what road

- I took? - Hey, hey. It matters.

Because we reckon you took Jodie

for a little detour.

I dunno, maybe school uniforms float your boat.

You're sick. I've got four girls of my own.

So now you think you're a man of honor

because you won't touch your own kids, but as long

as they're not related, then they're fair game.

This is crazy. I didn't do that.

Now listen to me, you've lied once--

Dom!

- Would you like a cup of tea? - Yes.

Yeah, me and all.

What about you, Matt? Fancy a cup of tea?

Why don't you get us a cup of tea?

For the tape, DS Devlin is leaving the room.

Well.

You know what, Dom?

I think you're telling the truth.

But I also think you're leaving something out.

Some little detail you're not telling us you know.

A bit like when I used to tell my wife I was working late

and forgot to mention I'd spent four hours in the Red Lion.

What's the little detail?

Traffic was hell.

Jodie said she could walk it faster.

I...

dropped her off on Wardour Street.

Corner of Broadwick.

Promised her dad I would never leave

till she was inside.

They ran his name through the system.

Not even a parking fine.

Right. Do you want us to let him go, then, Guv?

Don't you dare.

He's told one lie, maybe there'll be more.

For a start we've been watching the wrong CCTV footage.

Now he's changed his mind about his route...

different cameras might come up trumps.

Out she gets. Ronnie?

- Got him. - Nice one.

A second after Jodie turns into Broadwick Street.

- Can you rewind that bit? - For you, anything.

So just after Jodie turns into Broadwick Street...

one of the residents of the flats

remembers seeing a white van

hanging around the skip.

Do you know how many white vans there are in London?

But not all of them have got racks on the side.

It's a glazier's van.

And Jodie was found with glass splinters

in her hands.

Which could've come from the back of that van.

They're all side shots.

Driver's in profile for maybe one frame.

- IC one. IC two maybe. - What about the van?

Congestion Zone cameras

must've got the registration number.

Oh yeah, they got a beauty of the mud obscuring it.

What about the lettering on the side,

behind the rack?

Well, I mean, the logo's all faded

and the angle the sunlight's hitting the glass

means you can't make out a thing.

So basically we're back to square one, Guv.

Is that a window? It's not standard.

Can't be many that shape around.

That... is a modern take

on the 19th century arch window, apparently.

Well, that's very good, but does he have any idea

what sort of building it comes from?

Well, I reckon we've been there a few times.

Nope you've lost me.

That is a window from the south block

of the Old Bailey.

That's right. We did the Old Bailey job last week.

- Wasn't easy matching it up. - Is this one of yours?

What's this all about?

We asked first, Mr Andreou.

Yeah, it looks like one of my vans.

What was it? Hit and run?

We think the driver may have witnessed a crime.

Well, look, I've got over 30 fitters.

I'd need to check the files.

Leave me a number and I'll get back to you.

Have you been sober long?

Pardon?

"To thine own self be true" That's what mine says.

How long?

Three hundred and ninety-two days.

That's good.

We need this information now, Mr Andreou.

You know the Grovewood Rehab Clinic, do ya?

Well, I read the brochure in between pints.

Yeah, Christos.

Who fitted the window on the Old Bailey job?

Cheers.

Nick Carlton.

Lives in Kennington. He's out on a job.

Don't tell my boss, right?

I was moonlighting.

You got the address?

Must have chucked it out. The job wasn't worth my while.

What about a client's name?

I ain't got a memory for names me.

That's a shame What did you do after that?

Er, big job. Belgravia.

Traffic was mental by the time I got there it was after six.

So I packed it in, headed for the Westminster Bridge.

What-- to Kennington?

Surely Vauxhall Bridge would be quicker?

My mum lives in Deptford. Went round for dinner.

Who else was there?

Just Mum.

And what time did the party finish at your mum's?

I dunno. I watched the footie and left.

And your mum will vouch that you were there?

She don't need to. Speed cameras will do that.

I got done on the way there.

Eighty quid and three points. I was only going forty.

No, Nick Carlton is habitual.

He started off with a tour

of Young Offenders Institutions at 15,

he graduated with the big boys.

You name a nick that he hasn't been in.

- What did he do? - What didn't he do?

Burglary, GBH, hit and run,

one rape charge that never made it to court,

one that got him eight years, he served four.

The youngest victim was 20.

Killing little girls though, that's-- that's a big leap.

He has been out six years, and nothing.

Well, maybe prison did him some good.

Or taught him how not to get caught.

Did you confirm that speed camera?

Going 40 in a 30.

Doesn't mean he didn't have a dead girl

in the back of his van.

And he goes straight on to his mum's house

for a plate of spag bol?

- Man's got to eat. - He's got history,

and he was at the scene of the kidnapping.

- I want you to search his van. - Yeah.

We went through the van with a fine-tooth comb.

And I checked the material under the microscope.

- No fibers, no hair. - What? Nothing?

Apart from bad taste in music.

Well, go through it again.

Look, if it was there, I'd have found it.

Actually, that makes sense,

Matt, because...

- Thanks. - Yeah.

Nick Carlton has been there and back and brought the T-Shirt

with the old hit and run caper, wouldn't he?

So the first thing he's gonna do

is book his vehicle in for a valet.

But Jodie had glass in her hands.

There must have been blood there.

They were just abrasions on her hands

with glass splinters embedded.

No actual blood, I'm afraid.

Look, we've sent the glass off for analysis.

I've said it's a priority.

Oh, great.

- Cheers, Teddy. - Thanks.

So, what now?

Right. Well, let's check his alibi. Talk to his mum.

I made roast pork.

It's Nicky's favorite.

You know what I love, Mrs. Carlton?

Roast pork sandwiches.

Thick white bread, butter, you know,

bit of apple sauce, pepper. Beautiful.

What about your Nicky, did he make himself

a sandwich before he went on the road?

I don't know. I went to bed.

- At what time? - After the news.

Which do you prefer, BBC London, or London Tonight?

They've all got the same bad news.

I bet the Hammers look good on that, don't they?

Nicky gave it me for Christmas.

To watch Chelsea.

Oh, Ronnie?

Well, well.

We was only talking about them the other day.

Mattie was asking me who uses mothballs nowadays.

You get infestations.

Kept finding the little blighters all over.

Coming in through my airing cupboard.

Mind if we have a look?

You already have.

My old mum had a set of them.

What's that, two pillowcases and a bottom sheet?

Top sheet would make the set.

Not gonna be a silly boy

and try and do a runner, are you?

No, you're an old hand at this.

Nicholas Carlton...

I'm arresting you on suspicion

of the kidnap and murder of Jodie Gaines.

Maybe you'd seen little Jodie before

- and picked her out especially. - No comment.

Look, Nick, the only thing

that's gonna help you now...

is if you tell us exactly what happened.

Just...

say how sorry you are for killing Jodie.

- No comment. - It's your best chance

of avoiding life without parole.

He's right.

If you didn't mean to kill her...

and it was, say, an accident...

it's a whole other prison sentence

between manslaughter and murder.

So, was it an accident?

No comment.

Judge gives him life without parole,

I wanna be there.

I wanna see the whites of his eyes.

The glass splinters found in Jodie's hands

are an exact match

with the glass found in the back of Carlton's van.

Let's charge him.

The defendant has a catalog

of previous convictions. Many of them violent.

The Crown believes he poses a risk to children.

There is no suggestion that Mr Carlton

has ever committed any offences against children.

His last conviction is ten years old.

And, my Lord...

he is the sole carer for his elderly mother.

I am reluctantly granting bail

on the following strict conditions.

Residence at his mother's address in Deptford.

An electronic tag and curfew between 6 p.m. and 6 a.m.

And twice daily reporting to Deptford Police Station.

They bailed the bastard.

Lennie, I am so sorry. We will get him at the trial.

Will you? You said he wouldn't get bail.

- Kayleigh. - No, you stay here.

- Kayleigh. - Kayleigh.

You get back...

- Get an ambulance, somebody. - CID, excuse me.

What's going on? Wait, you're bleeding.

No, I'm okay. I'm okay.

- Matt. - Kayleigh.

- He killed Jodie. - Shut up, Kayleigh.

Just wait for your brief to get here yeah.

I'm so sorry.

Mrs. Gaines, please just listen to him, okay?

He's dead.

Nick Carlton's dead.

Mrs. Gaines...

I am arresting you on the murder of Nicholas Carlton.

You do not have to say anything...

- Are you serious? - ...but it may harm

your defense if you do not mention when questioned

something that you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say...

may be given in evidence.

He killed my little girl.

How the hell did this happen?

It was over in a flash.

Where were the Family Liaison Officers?

No-one knew that she'd react like that.

We can't have every victim of crime

taking the law into their own hands.

With every van banger in the country cheering them on.

They're saying that she deserves an OBE.

Well, it doesn't take much effort

to put yourself in her shoes.

Yeah, maybe not, but it can't justify murder.

You wanna try her for murder?

Of course.

What if the next grieving mum gets herself a gun?

But any jury will see

that she's out of her mind with grief.

No, no, no, she took a knife to the Old Bailey.

The whole thing was caught on camera.

Even so--

Look, we're backed into a corner.

I know it's tough, but we have to prosecute.

Except your jury will be wishing

that they'd stabbed him themselves.

I don't want a big messy trial.

Talk to the barrister.

Make a deal.

My client won't serve a day for this.

Murder has a minimum tariff, Bea.

Even you can't magic that away.

Yeah, well, as soon as the jury

get a look at Nick Carlton's record

they'll be lining up to shake Kayleigh's hand.

If they ignore the fact that she stuck a knife in his chest.

The only fact that matters is that Jodie Gaines is dead

because the criminal justice system failed

to put scum like Nick Carlton behind bars.

Now thanks to Kayleigh Gaines,

Mr Carlton's crime spree is over.

- For good. - It wasn't up to her to end it.

I'm so sorry.

Please, would you leave the talking to me Mrs. Gaines?

All I could see in my head was Jodie,

- dumped in that skip. - Please, Mrs. Gaines.

I kept thinking about her last minutes alive.

- Where he kept her. - Please.

What he done to her.

How scared she must have been.

I understand why you did it.

- But you killed a man. - Yeah he was--

- We can't just-- - he was a monster.

If he killed your little girl...

tell me you wouldn't feel the same.

I'm sorry.

We're charging murder.

You know, I've always found

your inflexibility truly irritating, James.

Then please don't let me keep you.

Manslaughter provocation, have we got ourselves a deal?

This was a straight up revenge killing, Bea.

- You know it. - You think she wasn't provoked?

He kidnapped and murdered her only child.

No, that hadn't been proved.

Nick Carlton died an innocent man.

Well, why don't you tell that to the jury?

We are on the side of the angels, James.

You force murder trial and you're the one

who's gonna end up with egg on his face.

You shouldn't let her get to you.

- I don't. - Really?

- George said to make a deal. - Kayleigh Gaines should do time.

Manslaughter provocation carries a custodial.

She could get 12 years.

- Or as little as 12 months. - Isn't that enough?

She lost a child, James.

It doesn't change the fact that she killed Nick Carlton.

- What if he was innocent? - She believed he was guilty.

Totally irrelevant. Kayleigh Gaines

will get a fair trial, the chance of rehabilitation.

Nick Carlton deserved the same.

All I'm asking is that we show a little mercy.

It isn't up to us to show mercy, Alesha.

So, what do we do?

We do what she should have done. We let a jury decide.

Did you see the tabloids this morning?

They're giving out pull out posters

to put in your window.

"Kayleigh's our hero."

Yeah, I can undress myself. Thank you, Bea.

You'll never win.

The whole nation's on her side.

I'll take my chances.

It's not too late, you know.

You just say those two little words

and the trial just disappears just like that.

Manslaughter provocation.

The charge is murder.

Oh, come on.

What's a little provocation between friends?

Gloves off, then.

Nick was my only child.

After my husband passed away, Nick looked after me.

Your son had convictions for violence, didn't he?

I never said he was a saint.

If he had anything to do with that little girl's death,

then he should've gone to prison, no question.

I could've lived with that.

But this...

who gave you the right to play God?

Mrs. Carlton, just answer Counsel's questions, please.

Her little girl's dead, and I'm sorry.

But who was she to kill my son?

He was my baby.

After your divorce,

the family court gave you custody of Jodie.

They said Kayleigh was unfit.

Why was that?

When she had Jodie...

the anesthetist botched the epidural.

Messed up a nerve in her back.

GP gave her painkillers.

But Kayleigh had a problem getting off them.

Is it right Kayleigh was born addicted to crack cocaine?

Yeah.

And we heard from our expert witness earlier

that crack babies have a predisposition to addictions.

So it must have been no surprise

when Kayleigh became addicted to the painkillers.

She was addicted within weeks.

But she got off 'em.

After her recovery, what sort of mother was she?

Good one.

Loving one.

No further questions.

Having gained custody of Jodie seven years ago...

you've been her sole carer, haven't you?

- That's right. - So surely...

you're the one who must feel the loss of Jodie most acutely.

You're the one who must feel most...

provoked.

- Yeah, I suppose so. - And yet...

you didn't feel like killing Mr Carlton.

I'm not a violent man.

I couldn't do something like that.

No, you couldn't.

Provoked or not, no normal, decent person could, could they?

Is my learned friend making a speech already, M'Lord?

Mr Steel, plenty of time for speeches later.

On count one, the murder of Nicholas Carlton,

do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

On count two...

the manslaughter of Nicholas Carlton,

do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

A man lost his life.

He may indeed have been responsible

for the death of Mrs. Gaines' daughter.

But it is not one person's right

to end the life of another.

This offence is clearly so serious...

only custody is appropriate.

The sentence I pass is one of 12 months in prison.

Mrs. Gaines.

No doubt the real punishment for you

is to bear the loss of your daughter.

You have my deepest sympathy.

The sentence is wholly suspended for two years.

He might as well have congratulated her

on hitting a major artery.

Does that judge have any idea what he did in there?

We go through all this, and for what?

To hand a get-out-of-jail-free card

to every knife-wielding maniac who cries provocation?

Maybe not.

Alesha.

Just to let you know. We found out,

uh, Kayleigh Gaines was treated for heroin addiction last year.

Well, maybe she went one step further

when the GP called time on her pain killers.

Maybe, but it's not the what,

it's the where. And it was at the Grovewood rehab Clinic.

So she went to Grovewood.

The trial's over. What does it matter?

Well, she had company.

Nick Carlton's boss, Farris Andreou,

also dried out at the Grovewood.

Kayleigh Gaines and Farris Andreou

both went through rehab last year.

Kayleigh was NHS funded.

So Farris Andreou knew

that Kayleigh Gaines had a daughter.

Whatever he knew about her personal life

didn't need to come from the sessions.

They had an affair.

They broke a cardinal rule.

We asked them to leave.

She had to know Andreou was Nick Carlton's boss.

Do you think all three of them were involved?

Be a hell of a coincidence if they weren't.

Why else hide it?

The Italian doctor had the hots for me.

I knocked her back. She got it in her head

I was getting it on with Kayleigh.

Who you forgot to mention that you knew.

We know you've been inside.

Yeah, for tax evasion, like white collar stuff.

And is that where you met

Nick Carlton? When you was in prison?

We were pad mates, till he pissed the screws off

and got ghosted out to Ashbridge.

And after that, what?

You became pen pals then, did you?

He came knocking on my door looking for a job,

I felt sorry for him.

And you often employ convicted rapists, do you?

What are you talking about?

The young woman Nick Carlton raped.

She woke up and found him sitting on the end of her bed.

No.

- He wouldn't. - He did.

He tied her up.

He gagged her, would you believe,

just to stop her screaming

so her flat mates wouldn't hear and then he raped her.

Carlton was in for fraud.

He swindled some insurance company.

Well, if you bought that story,

the only bum being swindled, Farris, was you.

He'd've been on the rule, wouldn't he, the nonces wing?

Well, maybe he had friends.

Friends like you, just turn a blind eye.

No, you have to believe me. I-- if I'd known he raped anyone,

I wouldn't have given him the time of day let alone a job.

You're facing quite a few charges here, Farris.

Look, I didn't know he was a nonce,

- you've gotta believe me. - There's kidnap,

conspiracy to murder, perverting the course of justice.

"To thine own self be true,

and it must follow, as the night, the day...

thou canst not then be false to any man."

I mean that quote from Hamlet

gets us through another day, doesn't it?

We be honest with ourselves, and we can stay sober.

Gotta be honest with others too. Haven't you, Farris?

Only then are we truly healed.

So... what have you and Kayleigh Gaines

been hiding from us?

I owed her.

They kicked her out of rehab because of me.

But I only gave her Nick Carlton's phone number.

I swear to God, that is all I did.

Okay, for the tape,

Farris Andreou, who did you give

Nick Carlton's telephone number to?

Kayleigh.

It was all Kayleigh.

She said she wanted Nick Carlton

to do something for her.

Could she have hired Carlton to snatch Jodie?

Why would she?

Kayleigh... be straight with us.

Me and Farris?

It was just a fling.

He reckons you and Nick Carlton were in it together.

What?

Why-- why would he say that?

He's lying.

Why is he doing this to me?

Farris reckons that you were trying

to get back at Lennie...

'cause he wouldn't let you see Jodie.

We get on.

- Me and Lennie-- - Kayleigh.

How can you even think...

What mum...

could do that to her own kid?

Do you think she's telling the truth?

What do you think? Could it be an act?

Honestly, I don't know.

So, what now?

You wanna know if someone's telling the truth,

you talk to the person who knows them best.

Do you... really think...

Kayleigh did this?

I'm sorry.

I can't take this in.

At the trial...

you swore she was a good mother.

She was hurting enough.

Just said what her barrister told me to say.

What didn't you say, Lennie?

There was this time...

she was late bringing Jodie back. 12 hours late.

Kayleigh had taken her down to Hastings.

Locked her up in some hole of a B&B and gone off to...

to score.

- She was using again. - Jodie was terrified.

She said it was like Mummy was asleep with her eyes open.

So I stopped the visits.

You should have told the police.

I know.

Please, God, tell me she's not involved.

Now I saw these interviews.

The appeal. She was shaking with grief.

It wasn't grief.

It was withdrawal.

But why would she stop using just when she needed it most?

The stress must have been enormous.

She wouldn't have any choice.

The minute Jodie was reported missing,

she had Family Liaison Officers with her day and night.

Oh, why didn't we see it?

The thing about addicts is they make very good liars.

So the police knew it was someone close.

- They just got the wrong parent. - The question is, why?

What could possibly drive her

to have her own daughter kidnapped?

Kayleigh.

That mobile phone was found in your flat.

Hidden inside a resealed milk carton.

The phone is registered to a Mrs. Gemma Miller.

Now we've been in touch with Mrs. Miller

and she confirms that she sold the phone

via an online auction site to a Kayleigh Gaines.

This...

is a record of the call traffic between that mobile phone

and Nick Carlton's.

We also know you were texting each other

like a couple of teenagers the week Jodie went missing.

Well, I did buy that phone, yeah,

but it was nicked the day I got it.

Maybe Farris took it. I was thinking--

Farris and Nick Carlton,

maybe they was in on it together.

The problem here, Kayleigh...

is that we can tell the location of the calls

as well as the phone they came from.

The calls from your phone came...

from your flat.

So, you see, Kayleigh, we know you're involved.

- Kayleigh? - All right.

He was only supposed to hide her.

Kayleigh hired a sex offender

to snatch Jodie off the street

and keep her hidden for six days.

That's kidnap, false imprisonment,

and the child cruelty involved

makes it unlawful act manslaughter.

Well, hang on though.

Jodie died as a result of being gagged.

Are we saying that Kayleigh knew Carlton would gag Jodie?

You can add perverting the course of justice

to that list 'cause the woman is a born liar.

So we charge her with all four offences.

Yes, but if you do... we do it right.

She will change her story ten times

before she gets into that witness box,

so you need to corroborate these witnesses.

Mrs. Carlton, the police are going to charge you

- with assisting an offender. - Oh...

that's rich.

Lock me up, a pensioner.

While that murdering bitch walks around free as you like.

Did your son--

did he tell you why Kayleigh Gaines

wanted Jodie kidnapped?

The more you can tell us about her involvement...

the greater chance we have of putting her behind bars.

If Nick... said anything.

After the girl got sick...

Nick said he called Mrs. Gaines.

Told her that they needed a doctor.

He wanted to take her himself, but she, Mrs. Gaines,

she said no.

Said they'd both get sent down, if anyone found out.

Nick told Mrs. Gaines that the girl

was crying and making a lot of noise.

She said...

"Tape her mouth up.

Stop her whining."

It was only meant to be a week.

Fortnight, tops.

You were prepared...

to let a total stranger look after Jodie for two weeks?

It was a nice flat.

She had everything she needed. Telly, Xbox, the lot.

Nick Carlton

was a convicted rapist, wasn't he?

Yeah, but he never touched her, did he?

The police said she weren't abused.

You stabbed Nick Carlton to cover up your involvement,

didn't you?

Stabbed him 'cause he killed my little girl.

Papers called me a hero.

I'm still the same person.

Yes. Yes, you are.

Why did you get Nick Carlton to kidnap Jodie?

It was Farris.

It was his idea.

When a kid goes missing,

the papers wanna talk to the mum, don't they?

Farris said,

"If there was a happy ending, papers would pay a fortune."

You put Jodie's life at risk,

just so you could sell your story?

I didn't know he'd kill her, did I?

Kayleigh, make me understand why you would risk her life.

What did you need the money for?

I wanted to be a proper mum.

The kind I never had.

She grew inside me, all safe.

And then...

the minute she was born, it all went wrong.

Lennie just took her away from me.

He just... took over.

I kept trying to find my way back, but I couldn't.

I needed the money...

to pay for rehab.

I was all booked in. I...

I was gonna get clean...

so I could be with Jodie again.

Then why didn't you do it the right way, the normal way?

Get clean, and then prove yourself

- to the courts? - Well, how?

The NHS wouldn't fund me twice.

I begged for help.

I screamed and shouted for it.

But nobody listened.

Because people like you,

like her...

all of you, you don't see me.

I'm that bit of shit on the pavement you step around,

so you don't mess up your shoes.

I was gonna get clean and take her away

We were going to Ibiza. Me and Jodie.

Far away from London and Lennie. And the drugs.

So we could be together. So I could be her mum again.

You were going to take that little girl away

from the only loving parent she knew?

I loved her more than he did.

You didn't think twice about the trauma

of being snatched off the street

- by a total stranger. - No, it wasn't like that.

You didn't lose a wink of sleep at the thought of Jodie,

shoved in the back of a van,

tied up, her mouth taped shut, did you?

- No, you're wrong! - And all because you wanted

to be a proper mum again.

You don't deserve to be a mum.

Shame on you!