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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.

- It's an oxymoron. - No, it's not.

Matty, what are you talking about?

Sausages are made from meat, not soya.

And they certainly ain't made from vegetables.

Why should veggies be denied the pleasure of a sausage roll?

And let's face it, Ron, it is half the fat.

And half the taste, I'll have you know

I'm at the peak of my fitness.

Do not let this cuddly exterior fool you, son.

Blimey! Who died?

My office... now.

He's in there.

How could anyone?

He's five, maybe six.

Looks like he's only been dead a few hours.

Contusions round the...

Are you okay, Joy? Take your time, love.

Contusions round the neck.

Petechiae round the eyes.

A bang to the back of the head.

There's curvilinear abrasions here and here,

suggesting strangulation.

And there's this.

Caused by something sharp and pointed,

bigger than a pin or a needle, though.

Looks like a letter R.

What's that on his lips?

There was a popping noise when I moved him

to examine the head wound.

This was on the floor.

Someone's poured the whole lot into his mouth.

Crackle Candy.

Just when you think you've seen it all.

How can we have a body when a kid hasn't even been missed?

'Cause the parents probably did it.

Maybe they're at work. I mean, it's half term.

So... I reckon even the parents around here with jobs

- couldn't afford a child-minder. - They haven't even noticed he's missing.

Keep them as far away as possible.

There's CCTV all over this estate. They must have caught something.

Provided you can find one that works.

I'll get Intel onto it. You talk to the kids.

See if any of their mates have gone AWOL.

Darren's in the park doing it with Shania Chapman.

- How old is Darren? - Eleven.

Eleven.

Whatever happened to a game of conkers?

What's conkers?

Conor. Conor.

Conor.

What's happening there? You alright, son? What's up?

My brother, Conor, was supposed to meet me over the shop hours ago.

- How old is your brother? - Six.

- When did you last see him? - This morning.

I saw him. He was playing over there.

And then this smelly man come and took him.

Baseball cap,

with like a beard.

And wearing a leather jacket. That's what you said, babe.

And you saw him with Conor?

He smelled like petrol.

- Right. - Devlin.

I mean, you were so close to him you could smell him?

He walked past her, didn't he?

- Okay. - When he walked past you,

- was Conor with him then? - No.

He went in with Conor, but he come out on his own.

Okay.

They just picked up Conor's mum from work.

She's on her way to the mortuary.

I was late for work.

I didn't kiss him goodbye.

Julie, I'm very sorry, but we're going to need to ask you some questions, okay?

Do you think he was really scared?

You've had some contact with Social Services over the kids, yeah?

My ex hit Liam, once.

The minute I found out, I packed his bags.

So, there wasn't an adult that you could leave him with?

You think I could afford a super-nanny?

I work 12 hours a day to keep a roof over our heads.

I can't just give up cause it's school holidays.

So, Liam looks after Conor while you're at work, yeah?

Yeah.

Liam and the girls.

- That's Paige Ward? - Paige and her mate.

Always coming round asking if they could babysit.

Conor loved them.

Can I get Buddy back?

That's his toy dog. He took him everywhere.

Of course, yeah, we need to keep him just a little bit longer,

but we'll let you have him back as soon as we can. I promise.

Julie, have you ever seen this man around the estate?

We think he's a mechanic.

Yeah, he looks like my neighbor's boyfriend. Rob something.

No, he works at the garage on Cold Harbor Lane. That's it.

You think it was him?

Maybe you should call your brief.

I don't need a brief because I don't know nothing about no little boy.

I'm a red-blooded bloke, mate. Look under my mattress

- if you don't believe me. - Our witness saw you take

that boy into those flats. Only, you came out alone

and he ended up dead.

The boy lived in the flat next door to your girlfriend.

Or at least he did until our witness spotted you abduct him.

Well, they need their eyes testing, don't they?

Because I banged on my missus' door for ten minutes.

- And then I went back to work. - And did anyone see you leave?

Well, I don't know, do I?

No, no. There was-- There was a girl.

There was a girl. She must have been about twelve-ish.

- That's it? - Yeah.

She had like fair hair.

She was a skinny thing.

And an Arsenal shirt.

- And this was at Lexden House? - Right by the door,

like she was waiting for someone to come out.

Here's the problem, Paige.

You say you saw the man at the empty flats,

the ones they're pulling down.

He went inside with Conor.

I don't like her playing near them empty flats.

Well, you see, we think you saw the man at Lexden House where Conor lived.

- No. - Are you sure it wasn't Lexden House?

It was Peldon. I ain't lying, Mum.

Paige don't tell lies. She's a good girl.

And you've never been to Lexden House at any time?

- No. - Are you sure about that?

I said, didn't I? I told you.

- Why's he picking on me? - We just need really you

to help us out, here.

Yeah. Would you like a drink? Do you want a cup of tea, Matty?

Mrs. Ward, would you like a cup of tea?

- Oh, yeah. Cheers. Two sugars. - Okay.

I used to chew my nails when I was a kid.

Especially if I was nervous.

We had this teacher at school. He used to bang his hand

down on the table every time he saw me do it.

Of course, that only made me do it even more.

You chew your nails 'cause you're nervous, don't you?

The thing is, Paige...

we've spoken to the man that you saw with Conor.

And he says that you saw him at Lexden House where Conor lived.

- He was by Peldon. - And you're absolutely certain?

- Cross my heart. - 'Cause I won't be angry

you know, if you've made a mistake. We all make mistakes.

If you don't believe her, you can ask her mate.

Joined at the hip them two.

Someone else saw what happened?

Rose. She was with me the whole time.

- Who is it? - Police. Open up, please.

You got a warrant?

- Is your mum there, Rose? - She's busy.

We just need you to open the door.

I'm only supposed to open the door if she screams.

Thank you.

I don't do threesomes. So, your mate will have to wait in here.

Actually, we would like to talk to Rose

about the boy who died in the empty flats.

Rose don't know nothing about it.

Well, we think she could be a witness.

So, we'd like you both to come down to the station for a video ID.

Both girls picked out Denton from the video ID.

We've enough to charge him.

And Denton identified Paige outside the dead boy's flat.

Or maybe he saw her at the murder scene.

But Denton hasn't got any previous involving kids.

Now, the cause of death we confirmed,

it wasn't a bump on the head, it was by manual strangulation.

No signs of sexual assault.

Oh, so he's been flying under the radar. Those girls know what they saw.

- I still think Paige is lying. - Because she chews her nails?

- It's just a feeling, Ron. - Well, we can talk to her again.

- That's no problem. - If the girls saw Denton take

the kid, then someone else must've done.

Someone did.

There's something you need to see.

This is Denton outside his girlfriend's flat.

At 9:31 he heads towards the car park.

Then at 9:35...

And another camera picks them up heading towards Peldon House.

Please, God, tell me this isn't what I think it is.

Look at her. Face of an angel.

Paige seems to trust you.

You take Rose, but I want a member of CPS watching those interviews.

And I want both girls arrested and cautioned

before they speak a single word.

You understand that you can have a solicitor here if you want one?

Oh, we don't need one. She ain't done nothing wrong,

- have you, babe? - No.

Okay.

I want to talk about what happened to little Conor.

You went out to play with your friend, Paige. Is that right?

- Yeah. We played football. - Okay.

- Rose, do you know Conor? - You know she does.

- He lives in our block. - Miss Shaw, I need Rose to answer

- the questions, please. - Come on, then.

Rose, did you go to Conor's flat the morning that he died?

Yeah. Liam left him alone.

So, you and Paige took him out to play, yeah?

- It ain't nice being left on your own. - Is this gonna take much longer?

Is there somewhere you need to be?

I mean, I can always get a social worker

- to come and sit in if you can't wait. - You don't know me.

Just get on with it, yeah?

So, where did you take Conor to play, Rose?

By Peldon House.

But, then this man come and took Conor inside.

And you know that's where we found Conor, don't you? Peldon House?

Did he just lay down and die?

Well, you know what? I think you know how he died, Rose.

I don't think there was any man there at all.

Yes, there was a man. Look, the man took him.

Ask him what happened to Conor, not me.

- I don't think you're telling me the truth. - Yes, I am!

I've changed my mind. You can call that social worker.

- No, Mum, you can't leave me. - No, just listen to what he says, right?

The only words you say are "No comment".

No, Mum. No, I want to go home with my mum.

Stay here, Rose.

Look, Kelly, I used to sit in these rooms just as twitchy as you...

- Mum. - ...Calm down.

Kelly, listen to me, alright?

Mum!

I wasn't worrying about what my next question was,

I was worrying about when I was gonna get my next drink.

- Mum! - Shut up!

Kelly, today could be the first day you don't use. And you do have a choice.

Your habit or your daughter.

Mum. Mum! Mum! Mum, please! Mum, Mum!

So, you like Arsenal, yeah?

They're the best and it's alright to support them if you're

from South London 'cause really they're from Woolwich Arsenal.

They just moved north in the olden days.

Yeah, that's right. And you got number 11 on your shirt.

- That's Van Persie, isn't it? - Rachel Yankey.

- She done this talk at our school. - Arsenal Ladies.

It's all she goes on about.

Well, maybe one day you'll be the next Rachel Yankey, eh?

No, I'll never be as good as her.

I used to play a bit when I was a kid.

Yeah, we had a scout from the Arsenal come 'round our school once.

Only, I was so nervous about not being picked

- I pulled a sickie. - You didn't even try?

Well, I wanted to, but the truth is I was too scared of messing up.

I've never told anyone that before.

I feel better now that I've told you.

You know when you try and keep a secret,

and you wanna tell,

it sort of hurts to keep it inside.

Well, if you share it with a friend, it feels better.

You see, Paige, I think you've got a secret

about what happened to little Conor.

And we're friends, aren't we?

Let me share your secret.

Make it stop hurting.

Mum.

She's so close I can smell it.

When my girls were little, I took them to the fair one Sunday.

And we were queuing up and I was paying for the girl s to get on this ride.

A typical Sunday dad, over-compensating them.

I've got toys and prizes I'd won.

Popcorn, candy floss, all that stuff.

I turned 'round, and the little one had gone.

Just disappeared, and the place was mobbed.

That is really, truly frightening for me.

Do you know where she was?

And me a copper, an' all!

She'd sneaked into the stall next door,

and was trying to nick a goldfish.

I tell you, kids, mate!

It's frightening.

We should get back in there.

Yeah.

Just give us a minute, eh?

Tell me it ain't true you, got them girls in there.

They wouldn't hurt my Conor. No, they wouldn't!

We're just talking to them at the moment, Julie.

Yeah, but they're just kids. I mean, please, just tell me

they didn't do it, yeah? Please, please, I mean it!

I'm sorry.

That's you, isn't it, Paige?

Number 11, like Rachel Yankey.

And that's Rose, isn't it?

And that's Conor.

You see, there's cameras all over the estate.

They take pictures of people walking about,

going in and out of the blocks.

This picture was taken about 20 minutes before Conor died.

There's other pictures that show the man that you picked out

leaving the estate before Conor died.

Do you think Mum realizes just how serious this is?

Who wants to believe their kid's involved with something like this?

The poor woman's in shock.

I know I would be if that was one of my girls sat there.

Maybe we should get Matt to ask again if they want a brief.

She's gonna spill any second.

You know I love you, babe, no matter what you done.

You got to tell the policeman the truth.

Who went into Peldon House with Conor?

Just me and Rose.

And little Conor. We took him.

And did someone hurt Conor?

He was crying.

He wanted his mum.

And Rose put her hands around his neck.

He tried to get her off,

but he fell back and banged his head against the wall.

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

- What happened next, Paige? - She got on top of him.

Started squeezing his neck again.

When she got off, he just lay there.

And then she got out this compass,

like we use in Math's,

and told me to scratch my name on his tummy.

And you did it?

I only did the P.

I couldn't do the rest.

Then she took it off me,

and done another line to make it to an R for Rose.

Can we go home now?

Police have arrested two girls aged 10 and 13

on suspicion of the murder of five-year-old Conor Reid.

Conor was found dead here at the Kelvedon Estate last week.

It's believed the girls were moved to a secret location last night

after the police station, where they were being held, came under siege

from angry protestors.

This is getting out of hand, and we haven't even charged them yet.

Little girl killers. The public can't stomach it.

It's understandable.

Kids killing kids.

This is as bad as it gets.

So, what are the girls saying?

- They're blaming each other. - What about the forensics?

The girls were tested too late for any surviving contact trace evidence.

We're still waiting on the analysis of their clothing.

So, until we get it, there's no way of knowing which one of them

is telling the truth?

The police believe Paige is telling the truth,

that Rose is the killer. Paige has cooperated fully.

And she's prepared to give evidence against Rose in court.

What does her brief want in return?

A Section 73 agreement.

Paige has given a statement

detailing exactly how Rose Shaw killed Conor Reid.

She's a witness, nothing more.

Your client carved her initial into the dead boy's skin.

She colluded with her friend to concoct a story, blaming an innocent man.

- Under duress from Rose Shaw. - Oh, come on, Luke!

Rose is three years younger than your client.

And bright as a button according to her teachers.

Paige, on the other hand, has learning difficulties.

The police believe Rose Shaw acted alone. A jury will, too.

Paige pleads guilty to assisting an offender.

She's practically handing you Rose Shaw with bells on.

The least you can do is drop the charges.

That's the deal. Take it or leave it.

We sign that agreement,

there's no going back.

Paige Ward gets immunity on everything except assisting an offender, right?

Okay. Get the papers signed.

But we charge Rose with murder.

Who's her brief?

You so don't want to know.

Come on. How bad can it be?

There he is, Balls of Steel.

- Kim. - You don't call. You don't write.

You didn't seriously expect any deals on the table?

You did get my email?

Oh, don't tell me it's still floating around in cyberspace.

I told our new clerk when we need to disclose something to the Crown,

- now means now. - What are you disclosing?

I've brought you a spare copy, just in case.

Deep breaths.

Rose Shaw is ten years old.

She played no part in this horrific crime,

and is devastated to learn that her best friend says otherwise.

I'm asking you to release this poor child into her mother's care.

Miss Sharkey, as much as it irks me to have to consider

locking up a ten-year-old, Paige Ward has your client

choking a boy to death with her bare hands.

I simply cannot ignore such a statement.

Indeed you cannot, My Lord, were said statement taken legally.

However... I suggest that is not the case,

and hereby apply to have Paige Ward's interview excluded.

My Lord, I request an immediate adjournment.

The Crown have not been informed of any such application.

And yet Miss Phillips appears to have a copy

of the application and all supporting evidence

right there in front of her.

Because you handed it over five minutes ago.

Either it was disclosed or it was not, Mr. Steel.

Continue, Ms. Sharkey.

At the time of her interview, Paige Ward was not accompanied

by a solicitor or appropriate adult.

She was accompanied by her 28-year-old mother

who refused legal representation.

A woman with an IQ below that of an average 12-year-old.

Unlike the morals of an average 12-year-old

which my learned colleague shares.

Miss Sharkey, Mr. Steel,

my chambers now, please.

After meeting Paige Ward's mother,

I took it upon myself to have her IQ tested.

It also came to light that she has learning difficulties and mild autism.

There wasn't time to second-guess the IQ of appropriate adults.

The police had to act quickly in the best interest

- of gathering evidence. - Evidence they gathered

by coercing a 13-year old girl into saying what they wanted to hear.

They bribed her with a Happy Meal, and chatted about her hobbies,

- for God's sakes. - The officer was creating a bond of trust.

with the suspect. They naturally assumed

the mother would intervene if she was unhappy with the line of questions.

Her mother wouldn't have intervened if DS Devlin had danced the fandango

- with her. - The only one making a song

and dance about this is you. What've you got planned

for your finale, Kim? IQ test Paige Ward's counsel?

Enough, enough.

The whole point of an appropriate adult

is to safeguard the rights and welfare of young people in custody.

I intend to play this one with a straight bat.

I'm granting Ms. Sharkey's application

to exclude the statement.

That statement put Rose Shaw's hands round Conor Reid's neck.

We signed the Section 73 based on it, now we can't even use it!

You must have realized Tina Ward wasn't a suitable, appropriate adult.

Do I look like Derren Brown?

She came across like half the adults we meet.

We don't exactly deal with Mensa candidates.

Any other judge would have thrown Sharkey out of court

pulling a stunt like that. Blame Justice Pedotti.

And do we have a case without that statement?

Please tell me, forensics are going to confirm Rose Shaw's guilt.

Without a doubt. Conor's DNA is gonna be

all over Rose Shaw's clothing.

Well, let's get this over with, then.

We represent Conor, which means we represent you.

We're certain the forensic analysis of the girl's clothing

will give us the evidence we need to put Rose Shaw behind bars

for a very long time.

She'll go to prison?

Well, initially she'll remain in secure local authority care.

Then when she's old enough, she'll be transferred

to a young offenders' institution. Then an adult prison.

- Her whole childhood. - You won't have to worry

about her being released until her early 20s.

I saw this woman on the news last night

and she said Rose Shaw was Satan reborn.

They should bring back hanging just for her.

I've never heard so much hate in someone's voice.

Well, public feeling is very strong.

All these flowers on the estate,

sack loads of cards every day like they all knew him.

All of them out there feeding off my boy's death.

Then it take over their lives.

It's like they need it.

The funny thing is, all I want...

yeah, all I need is to let it go.

The trial can help you do that.

Sending her to prison won't help me.

It won't bring my boy back.

Most victims' families find it gives them a sense of closure.

Closure? This ain't closure.

This is revenge.

No, that little girl don't deserve it.

She's been through enough.

We live on the same estate. I know what goes on in there.

She broke the law in the most terrible way.

She's a child.

What, you wanna hide her behind a ten-foot wall so no-one has to look at her?

No-one has to ask her who's really responsible for Conor's death?

No.

No, no. It's too easy.

Prosecuting kids is never easy.

My Conor, he used to...

he liked to draw them pictures, you know, the ones where you put

the paint through straws.

He loved dogs.

That's how I wanna remember him.

My happy little boy.

I don't want my memories clouded by hate.

I mean, would you want your son brought up in a world with no hope?

You can't save Conor.

But you can save her.

Yeah, you can give Rosie Shaw a life.

You can forgive her?

I hate what she did

with every bone in my body, but...

but... I'm a mum.

I can't hate a child.

You say you represent me...

then this is what you do.

You make Conor's life mean something.

You find out why she did it, and you get that little girl help.

We have to help her.

We can't just drop a murder charge.

The DPP will have your balls and mine too, George.

Not just the DPP, the Attorney General wants

Rose Shaw convicted of murder.

So that's it. Our hands are tied.

Not on my watch.

You heard what Mrs. Reid wants.

What do we do?

My granddaughter is the same age.

She spends her time riding ponies and making daisy chains.

I want to know what makes a girl of ten

put her hands round a child's neck...

and squeeze the life out of him.

Rose, did you worry what your mum was doing with these men?

My mum says that psychiatrists, they mess up your brain waves.

Is that what you're gonna do to me?

Dr. Marsh believes that

the abuse changed the physiology of Rose's nervous system, which means

her responsibility was diminished at the time of the killing.

Right, we offer Sharkey a deal, then.

Get Rose the help that she needs.

Police just called. Forensics are in.

- Are you sure about this? - Forensics don't lie. Kids do.

- But everyone was so certain. - They checked both the girls' clothing.

There are 148 microscopic spots of blood on the front of her shirt.

Which means that when the boy died,

the one with her hands around his throat was Paige Ward.

We have a Section 73 signed and sealed.

You can't charge Paige with anything further in relation to this case.

Your client had Conor Reid's blood all over her shirt.

Which means that when Conor Reid died

the person in contact with him was indeed Paige,

and not Rose Shaw.

It isn't true. It was Rose.

Must I remind you again, gentlemen,

my client isn't here to be interrogated.

Paige, you trust me, don't you?

I need you to tell me the truth.

We can walk out of here right now.

It's not what you think.

Paige, you don't have to say another word.

I want to explain.

After she done it, Rose just left. I picked Conor up,

but he made this noise, like a cough sort of.

- Why did you move him, Paige? - I wanted to take him home to his mum.

But then Rose come back with the compass.

I swear I didn't hurt Conor.

It was me who put the toys there in case he got lonely.

The pathologist has re-examined Conor's body.

He found pulmonary interstitial emphysema,

a buildup of pressure in Conor's lungs

caused by blood blocking the airways.

Now, it could have been released when Paige lifted him up

causing expiration spatter or it could've been released

as she was choking him.

So much for forensics proving which one of them did it.

Sharkey's gonna have a field day with this.

Maybe not.

According to the forensic report,

there were seven curvilinear abrasions on Conor's neck.

Three were at the front made by Conor trying to pry

his attacker's hands off.

And four at the back made by his attacker choking him.

Yeah, but the report said without finding Conor's skin

in the fingernail scrapings

there was no way to ascertain which girl made them.

But only Paige Ward's fingernails are bitten to the quick.

The nail marks on the back of Conor's neck.

Rose Shaw has a defect on the nail of her left forefinger.

The same defect can be seen in those marks.

A hundred and forty-eight spots of blood on a shirt spell murder to a jury.

Four nail marks spell a bit of rough play.

You should give juries more credit, Kim.

Lucky for you we don't intend to put this to a jury.

- You're offering a deal? - I'll accept a plea to manslaughter

on the basis of diminished responsibility.

Rose gets a hospital order with a Section 41 restriction.

You want to put her in hospital?

Don't you? Rose needs treatment.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Well, I'm giving your client a way out of a murder charge.

Surely, it's in Rose's best interests to have someone try and fix her.

The child's a monster. I doubt anyone could fix her.

You're only offering a deal because you're worried I'm going to win.

You can care less what's best for Rose.

You just don't want to give up your 15 minutes.

Cases like this come along once in a lifetime, James.

- They're career makers. - This isn't a short cut to silk, Kim!

- It's a child's life. - Do calm down, James,

or you'll be comparing ulcers with George.

The jury are going to see a very pretty little girl

and hear how the Crown made a deal with a teenager

who had the victim's blood all over her shirt.

I know who I'd believe.

She's a killer.

And when the jury see photographs of a strangled five-year-old,

the only place they'll want her is a prison cell.

You know the prison system doesn't have the provisions for the sort of treatment

- that this girl needs. - What is this preoccupation

about treatment? The public don't care

- about treating killers. - Well, they ought to.

It's a matter of public safety.

Now, if we send her to hospital, she will be released

only if and when she's no longer a danger.

Justice Pedotti will make sure she gets a minimum tariff of 12 years.

There's no votes in being soft on children who commit crimes.

I don't make decisions based on what gets the Home Secretary most votes.

You lock that little girl away, and you might as well kill her, too.

I'm not asking, George. As Director of Public Prosecutions,

I'm telling. You try that girl for murder,

and you make sure she's convicted.

God, I swear that woman was put on this earth

just to irritate my duodenum.

Whatever it takes, you guarantee that that jury find

on manslaughter, diminished responsibility,

and not murder. I want that girl in a hospital,

- not a prison. - What about the DPP?

Screw the DPP? I answer to Conor's mother on this one.

Dr. Haim Ginott talks about kids being like wet cement.

Whatever falls on them makes an impression.

In Rose's case, her abusive upbringing

means she's ended up with a callous lack of concern for others.

So, she lashes out.

Is she in control of her actions?

I don't believe at the time of the killing she intended to kill,

or understood the permanency of death.

- Can Rose's condition be treated? - It must be treated.

Rose needs intensive psychotherapy

- and pharmaceutical treatment. - Thank you.

No further questions.

Did you examine Paige Ward?

- No. - Because the Crown didn't ask you to?

- That's right. - And yet, Rose told you repeatedly

that it was Paige Ward who killed Conor, did she not?

- Well, yes, but denial is often-- - So, how are we to know

what Paige Ward's mental state was

when Conor Reid's blood splashed all over the front of her shirt,

or when she carved her initial into his stomach?

My Lord, does my learned friend assume the witness has psychic powers?

How else could he possibly answer such questions?

Miss Sharkey, please reserve questions regarding blood evidence

for the appropriate expert witness.

Apologies, My Lord. No further questions.

"Evil from the day she was born."

How can any mother say that about her own child?

Trial by tabloid. Just what we needed.

The woman is poison. The trial's not even over

and she's got the public baying for her daughter's blood!

Along with the jury.

If there was any chance of making them believe

her responsibility was diminished, her mum and the bloody red tops just blew it.

We have to find a way to make that jury see what we see.

I'm sorry, George. I don't know what else we can do.

Well, you have to make them understand that Conor Reid

is not the only victim here. Rose Shaw's an abused child.

She's a victim, too.

No comment.

Reporting restrictions exist for a reason. To protect your daughter.

You don't give a shit about her welfare, do you.

- I don't know what you mean. - I hope your 30 pieces of silver

were worth it 'cause thanks to your sniveling to the tabloids,

the country have made up their minds up about her.

You shouldn't be talking to her, James

Why not? She isn't a witness.

Well, she should be.

If the jury saw her true colors, it's her they'd want to lock up, not Rose.

So, let's call her.

Can you tell the court how you make your living?

I ain't on trial here.

Can you answer the question, please?

- I'm a masseur. - You're a prostitute, are you not?

We don't all have the sorts of mummies and daddies to fund us

- through university. - Is Rose aware of what you do?

When the police came to talk to Rose,

you were engaged in a sex act with a client while she was

- in the next room. - Plenty of mums work from home these days.

When Dr. Marsh spoke to Rose, she told him that she'd not only seen

- her mother working... - Doctors twist things.

...but she'd also seen violent, sadistic, pornographic films

- which you watched with clients. - Turned her into a killer, did they?

Is it right that one of the DVDs recovered from your flat showed a man passing out

having been manually asphyxiated during sex,

and another showed a man taking pleasure in being cut

with a razor blade during sexual intercourse?

- You can't prove that she saw them. - Can you prove she didn't?

- I done my best for her. - So, were you doing your best for Rose

when you tried to give her away to a complete stranger

- when she was just six weeks old? - I was 16.

It weren't easy stuck on your own with a kid.

What about the time you sold her cot to fund your crystal meth habit?

I had a problem then. I owed money. Rose don't go without now.

Because you work as a prostitute servicing clients from a room

right next door to your daughter's?

- She don't see nothing. - Well, she doesn't hear it?

She doesn't deal with the fallout,

like the time you were beaten senseless by one of your clients?

- That only happened once. - Tell me,

how would you have protected Rose if this particular client had decided

to turn his attentions to her?

- He didn't. - Can you be sure of that?

You were unconscious for quite some time.

In fact, it wasn't until your next client turned up some six hours later

- that an ambulance was called. - Rose was alright.

Rose was four years old. She thought you were dead.

But you don't really care what happens to her, do you?

- It's not true. - You don't care that she's out there

choking the life out of a five-year-old boy

just so long as it doesn't interfere with your habit.

You're making out I'm a bad mum.

I am shouting it loud and clear, Ms. Shaw. You are a terrible mum.

A negligent mum, a mum who hasn't got the first idea how to take care

- of her own child. - She's the one who killed that kiddie,

- not me. - You might as well have done.

Because you raised the child that killed Conor Reid.

You've turned her into exactly what she is, did you not?

No further questions, My Lord.

On the charge of murder, how do you find?

Guilty.

Rose Shaw...

you have been found guilty of murder.

You alone are responsible for the death

of a defenseless five-year-old boy.

What you did to that child is every parent's worst nightmare.

I've heard all I need regarding your state of mind

and the circumstances of your background,

and see no need to wait for further reports before sentencing.

I hereby sentence you to be detained at Her Majesty's pleasure...

with a minimum term of 12 years.

Rose!

Mum! Mum, please!

- Mum, please! - Rose!

Mum!

Will she serve the whole 12 years?

I don't know. Dr. Marsh has agreed to work with her

in the secure unit and...

When she's 15, rest assured

I will personally appeal against her move to prison.

Conor used to sleep in my bed.

I never could settle him into a cot.

In my arms, he'd sleep ten hours straight.

I used to watch him half the night, thinking how lucky I was.

I bet no-one ever looked at Rose Shaw and felt lucky.

Thanks.