All language subtitles for Law And Order UK s06e06 Dawn Till Dusk.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.

How many weeks now? Three.

Or four, depending upon which
midwife you talk to.

It's your first, isn't it?
Yeah. Little boy.

Where you having him?
College Hospital in town.

Well, a word of advice, son.

When they offer her drugs, say yes.

When we had Flavia, my wife wanted
a birthing pool, whale music.

First contraction,
her face turns red, her back arches,

she let out a howl
I swear was not human.

Cheers, I'll remember that.

Talking about saying yes to drugs...

You OK there, sir?
Yeah, I'm fine.

Do we think maybe there was an
office party last night?

Well, if there was, this one's had
enough time to sleep it off.

Sir, you need to move your car.

Cockadoodledoo, rise and shine!

Bloody hell!

Square mile. (SIRENS)

God, look at me. I'm still shaking.

Yeah, well, take it easy.
You said you'd ID'd him?

Yeah, according to the licence
in his wallet, Derek Strachan.

Not a robbery though,
still had 80 quid in it.

Right. Did anyone see anything
at all, you know?

Just the last of the party people,
over there.

Fine. OK.

Mr Clive Cooke, here,
missed the last tube home.

Right. Hello, Mr Cooke.
Celebrating something, sir?

Yeah.

The firm had closed a big deal.

I was dancing on the desk
one minute.

Next thing I know I'm waking up
in the stationery cupboard

and everyone's gone home.

What time was that?

Sun was just coming up so...late.

Some would call it early,
wouldn't they, sir? Detectives!

Just hang on for me though, please.

Or a secret he only shared
at weekends.

There's a blouse here as well,
couple of buttons ripped off.

Maybe he got a bit rough,
she didn't like it?

What, and then produced a gun?
Beats pepperspray.

Wound size looks too small for
a pistol. Maybe an airgun?

Maybe. However, a half-naked woman
running through London

shouldn't take long to find.

You're not wrong.
And in this weather...

..I hope he had warm hands.

Law and Order UK

Season 6, Episode 6
"Dawn till Dusk"

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Her name's Louise Dawson. She claims
this was her first date with Strachan.

Blimey. Hope she didn't
want a second.

She ran to Smithfields Market cos
she knew there'd be people there.

Imagine what a half-naked woman did for
trade this morning. Just get her story.

I'm gonna try and contact
Strachan's next of kin.

I'd seen him a few times,
serving us drinks at Asia Fusion.

It's a bar near where I work.
He seemed nice.

But not nice enough to take him home,
eh?

I don't live alone.

What do you mean, Louise?

What? You have a dog?

I have a boyfriend.

We're both working through
some issues.

Is your boyfriend the jealous type?

Not anymore.

What are you saying?

God, it wasn't him.

Have you any idea
who it might have been?

No. Some bloke, just...shot Derek
from across the road.

OK, Louise. Would you mind sitting
with one of our officers?

He can help you put together
an e-fit of the man who shot Derek.

It looks like Harry Hill. I'll ring
his agent, have him arrested.

Excellent. Case closed.
I'll tell Derek's family.

Ange, how you getting on?

Hundreds of CCTV cameras
but they belong to

loads of different
private businesses.

Getting it all is going to
take all day.

It's one of the busiest
parts of London

and no-one sees a man
get shot in a car?

That time of the morning, Gov,
place is deserted.

It means we're gonna have to get
out there and pound some pavement.

Derek left about 2, 2:30.

Was he alone? Nah.
He'd hooked up with this city chick.

And the manager's happy to let him
just clock off when he wants, yeah?

Yeah, he knows how it works.

Look, there's a lot of rich,
attractive, city girls round here

need to let off steam
once in a while.

And you're quite happy to be
the...pressure valve?

We all are. If one of us gets a hit,
we cover for each other.

Look, I'm not travelling the world
for the cultural experience.

It's just the wine, women and song,
yeah?

Hey, don't judge me.
At least I'm single.

Meaning what?

Derek. He's got a girlfriend.

Chloe. We found Derek in his car.

Must've been on his way home.

Yeah. He wasn't alone.

He wasn't cheating on me.

He wouldn't do that to me.

I think maybe sometimes,

it's possible that Derek wasn't
completely honest with you.

I thought it was just a phase.

He didn't love any of them.

He loved me.

He would've stopped once
we got engaged.

He would have.

Absolutely, I'm sure you're right.

Do you know of anyone
who might want to hurt him?

Any enemies, you mean?

God, no. We hadn't been here
long enough to make any friends.

Maybe Chloe Hinde is not as
understanding as she lets on?

Girl gets taken advantage of
like that,

I wouldn't like to be around
when she snapped.

Always the quiet ones, eh?

In my experience.

Chloe's just hurt. Derek Strachan
might have been young and stupid

but I don't think
she'd have him shot.

All right. Who else is gonna be be
knocking around the square mile

at that time in the morning?

I dunno. Late night office do,
celebrating a big deal.

What about our man in
the stationery cupboard?

Clive Cooke?

Yeah.

Maybe he wasn't the only one
that missed the last tube home.

We'd just secured a deal that should
see us through the next year.

I thought everyone deserved
to let their hair down.

What time did you leave the party?

Just before four?
I was in a cab at quarter past.

Company commercial PR work means sometimes
living on a couple of hours sleep a night.

Do you use a regular cab rank?

There's one near Liverpool Street
station. I walk there.

Did you see or hear anything unusual?

No, sorry, can't say I did.

Have you ever seen this man?

Not last night.
But you have seen him?

Yes. He followed me a few weeks ago
when I was heading home.

I thought he was a pervert
so I confronted him.

Got ready to do some serious damage
with a stiletto.

What did he do? Run a mile, I bet?

Yes, as a matter of fact, he did.

He jumped into a Mondeo and
drove straight through a red light.

Clearly had no idea
what he'd taken on.

No. Clearly not.

Thank you.
Yes, thank you, Miss Hayes.

If you want to know anything else,
detective, just call me.

She'd eat you for breakfast.

Yeah. I'd let her.

We must get Ange to add
those traffic cameras on her list.

There's got to be thousands
of Mondeos in London.

Hopefully one of them though,
has just jumped a red light.

RADIO: Lima one, Lima three.
Disturbance at 21 Prospect Place.

Fifth floor. Prospect Place?

Lima one, Lima one,
Lima three, respond.

Is that near here?

I tell you what, it's literally just
round the corner there. Come on.

Excuse me? It's the Cavalry, love.

Oh, come on.

What floor was it?

I think she said the fifth.

I thought she said fifteenth.
Oh, no, I think it was the fifth.

Stairs.

I hope to God I'm right.

Come on, Ronnie!

Fifth floor, it is.
Thank God for that!

Oi. Oi!

Stop! Get back! Get back.
Who the hell are you?

Get off me!
Sir, step away and calm down.

We are police officers,
I need you to calm down.

Hello, sir?
Hello, sir, can you hear me?

Can you call an ambulance,
please, love?

He's still breathing.

Why did he stab you, Mr...?

Roach. I'm Abraham Roach
and he's he's my brother, Karl.

Your brother stabbed you?

Yeah. So I hit him with the nearest
thing I could get my hands on.

Which was what?

That paperweight, there.

OK. Well, once that's stitched,

you're gonna have to come down
the station and make a statement.

I was just defending myself.

How is he? Your brother's
on his way to St John's.

He's critical but stable.
OK. Tommy, sorry to ask:

you happy to be the Officer In Charge
for me here please?

Just this once, Ron.

Email your witness statements
and I'll take it from there.

Thanks, Tommy, I appreciate that.
I owe you one.

It's just that I've got to be clocked
out by six o'clock at the latest.

Oh, yeah? Have a date, do we?

I do indeed. With a leather chair
in the director's box at Upton Park.

How'd you swing that?
Friends who know friends, you know.

More to the point,
why'd you swing that?

See, that's totally unnecessary,
isn't it?

You boys leave a City DC
to mop up a job this morning?

Yeah, why? Just a family argument,
went a bit wonky.

They're pushing for it to come over
here and you have to investigate.

If I leave this paperwork any longer,

I won't be able to see
the dart board.

Why do we have to get involved?

Because Karl Roach,
the brother with the head wound,

died when he reached the hospital.

That makes it murder and
that puts it on your desk.

It was self-defence.

My client doesn't need to say
anything more here.

No, you're right, he doesn't need to

but Mr Roach has admitted
attacking his brother with a weapon.

What, a paperweight?

A heavy, metal paperweight
which, according to witnesses,

your client brought down on his
brother's head with "great force."

I urge you not to say anything.

No. I want to.

Karl and I run an office catering
company, corporate clients.

It's been...faltering
these last few months.

I'd done a deal with a bigger
company to buy us out.

We would've lost a little money

but most of the staff
would've kept their jobs.

He thought I'd...betrayed him,

betrayed everyone.

So...what happened this morning?

He found out.

And he came at me with
a letter opener,

stabbed me in the shoulder.

I grabbed the nearest thing...

and I hit him.

See, gentlemen? Self-defence.

Oh, God, oh, God.

I've killed my own brother.

So what do we say to the CPS?

I don't think there was any intent
but in the heat of the moment,

I don't know, maybe he saw red,
who knows?

All right, I'll call Jacob Thorne,
let him know what to expect.

Where are we on
the Harry Hill search?

Ange is checking with motor claims,

see if a Mondeo's jumped a red light
in the City.

Hopefully she's having
more luck with that

than she did with the CCTV footage.

OK. Derek Strachan's mum's here.

Derek was convinced that
he'd have a better chance

of making it down here,
being an actor.

Oh, thanks.

I swear he thought the pavements
would be paved with gold.

I tried to talk to him
but he wouldn't listen.

What son does, eh? Mm-hm.

What about that West End show
he was rehearsing?

What are they going to do
without him?

Yeah. I mean, kids like Derek
must be a rare talent.

Be tough to replace.

When can I take my son home?

I want to bury him
next to his father.

We'll need Derek for a couple more
days, Mrs Strachan, if that's OK?

Is there a bed and breakfast
around here?

I'm going to have to stay
the night, aren't I?

Won't get me very far, will it?
Don't worry, Mrs Strachan.

You see that young lady over there?
Her name's Sue.

She'll take you to meet
our family liaison officer

and they'll sort out
everything you need. OK?

Thank you.

Both of you.

Mrs Strachan, is it?

I remember when I first moved out
of my mum and dad's house,

I used to tell my mum
all sorts of little white lies

just to stop her from worrying.

Me too.

We've got to give her something.
Come on.

Cab rank. Near Liverpool Street.
Yeah.

Well, if you can you get me a list

of any regular cabbies that use it,
that would be great.

Cath?

Hey, Sam, what you up to?
I'm at work.

No, that's fine, thank you.
Yeah, I'm quite busy, as it goes.

So who's gonna have Ben tonight?

I can't look after Ben tonight,
I've already said.

If you can get it emailed to me,
that would be great, thanks.

Well, two murder cases for a start.
Sam? Hang on. Hello?

Yeah, I'm gonna put you on hold.
Cath, Cath?

Look, we need to sort this.
I've gotta go. Don't you hang up.

Trouble and strife?

She can't expect me
to drop everything

whenever she needs a babysitter.

Just had a call from Camden,

they've got a Roland Hextor
at their station.

Do we know a Roland Hextor?
Well, he drives a blue Ford Mondeo

and he's just gone through
a red light near Camden Lock.

If you tell me he's got
thick-rimmed glasses,

you can come to the West Ham match.

He has got thick-rimmed glasses,
actually but you're all right, ta.

I don't understand,
this is for a red light?

No.

Mr Hextor, we're here to talk
to you about a murder.

But I haven't seen anything.
I'd remember.

Did no-one at Camden station
explain why we wanted to see you?

No.

Right. Well, you see, Roland,
we don't think you're a witness.

We're arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Derek Strachan.

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

if you do not mention when questioned
something which you later rely on in Court.

Anything you do say may be
given in evidence.

We can call you solicitor
if you don't have one.

But...I haven't done anything.

Were you anywhere near
Bank station last night?

No. Why would I be?

Someone matching your description
was seen there.

Well, it wasn't me.

Can you tell us where you were?

That's none of your business.

It would help you
if you gave us an alibi.

I haven't killed anyone and you've no
right to ask me about my private life.

Article eight of the European
Convention on Human Rights.

I think a murder enquiry
trumps the EU conventions.

I'm not telling you where I was.

Do you recognise that man?

No.

Well, he was shot this morning
and a witness tells us that someone,

once again, matching your
description, pulled the trigger.

I want that solicitor now.

All we've really got him on
is a traffic offence.

So let's organise an ID parade.
I'll get Louise Dawson back in.

We can search Hextor's address
if you give us a Section 18, Gov.

Consider it done.

You may mock, sunshine,

but we were in the FA Cup Finals
as recently as 2006.

Really?

Yeah, really, and I was there.
Me and 70,000 others.

Millennium Stadium, Cardiff, mate.

One of the greatest cup finals of
all time, they reckon. That right?

Yeah, that is right. We were winning
three-two right till the last minute,

Stevie Gerrard scored from 30 yards,
takes it to extra time.

By the time penalties come,
I'd lost my voice. Ronnie.

Oh, I know, you wish
I'd lose my voice now.

Ronnie! What?

To own an air pistol today
without a licence,

it can't have more than
six foot pounds muzzle energy.

Changed in '88, after Hungerford.

So if it's more than that,
it's illegal,

if it's less than that, it's not.

But if it is less, you wouldn't
be able to shoot someone

across the road
and kill them, would you?

No. But this looks quite old.

If it predates the '88 law change,
it could be a lot more powerful.

How much more?

It's not going to go through bone

but could do serious damage
to the internal organs.

Derek Strachan was shot through the
left-hand side of the head, at the temple.

Thinnest part of the skull,
vulnerable soft tissue beneath.

Yeah, this could kill.

Right. When will you know for sure?

Once I get the pellet back from
the PM. Should be any minute.

Well, if we've got a match,
we're game on.

If you can get a match.

Mr Hextor is not the only person
in London to own an air pistol.

Well, no, that's true, but we have
witness statements, we have the gun,

I'd say the evidence is beginning
to pile up, wouldn't you?

Witness statements? What,
like the ID parade I just watched?

'It might be him, there again,
it might not.'

Well, Mr Hextor does have
pretty distinctive features.

He drives a blue Mondeo.

As do thousands of others,
this is all circumstantial.

Hate to say it but he's right.

Don't you start.

Detective Inspector.
You are going to want to read this.

All he's done is jump a red light,

hardly a case for
the Major Investigations Unit.

But he is a suspect
in a murder enquiry.

Shit.

If he could tell us where he was? My
client has no comment on that subject.

Stop the interview.

Interview terminated at 11:55.

OK, Mr Hextor. You're free to go.

At last. Come on.

I will be in touch about
you wasting my client's time.

I look forward to that.

What happened? Ballistics report.

Strachan was shot with
an air rifle, not an air pistol,

which means that our prime suspect
is free to leave

and our killer is still out there.

A female witness, who was with the
victim when he was shot this morning,

picked the suspect from an ID parade.

Short hair, distinctive glasses,
Roland Hextor.

Was she sure? At first.
Then she picked out someone else

who looked similar.
Sounds a little flaky.

There is a lot of evidence
but it's all circumstantial.

Same car, same appearance,
owns an air pistol.

What do the police want us to do?

DI Chandler wants
Roland Hextor locked up

until we can prove it
one way or the other.

Not sure we're allowed to do that.

Will you please sit down?

Sorry. Always get like this
when the jury's out.

Yvette Dyer made a very impressive
closing speech.

The kids who stabbed the teacher?

Gareth Markham and Jeffrey Green?

Yeah. Thought you said that
was a 'back of the net'?

They always make me more nervous.

Do you want me to do
the PCMs this afternoon?

No, thanks. I want to be around
court in case the jury come back.

Just had a call from Yvette Dyer.
You've got to go see her now.

What's happened?
Gareth Markham, one of the teenagers

from the murder trial
you wrapped up this morning,

is claiming he was intimidated.
By a detective.

If my client was intimidated, you
have a responsibility to investigate.

He made it up, hoping someone
believes him and you've fallen for it.

One of your key arguments
was Mr Markham's interview.

Mr Markham?
You mean this thing here?

It places both defendants
at the scene of the

crime. If it's in
question, you have no case.

Course we do. "Mr" Gareth Markham and
his mate stabbed their headteacher.

And now, when we're on the verge
of winning, this comes up?

You're just looking for
any way out, aren't you?

What if he's telling the truth?

I'm going to argue that the jury be
discharged and the case thrown out.

I bet your head of chambers
is loving this, isn't he?

He knows he's about to
lose and he hopes this

ridiculous about-face
might just save him.

That's unfair. Donald did
nothing to encourage this.

And nothing to stop it either!

We're taking our client at his word.

So...we have to do all the leg work,
yeah? Unbelievable.

The answer is to sort this
as quickly as possible.

Gareth, who are you claiming
threatened you?

Detective Sergeant Sam Casey.

I've got better things
for my detectives to be doing

than digging through old case files.

We have to go back to
the original evidence

and prove this is a bogus claim.

Bloody hell. All right.

It is bogus, isn't it?

Of course it is.

Unless you're talking about
that fella you slapped around

to get a full confession that time?
Ronnie, don't even joke about this.

You've got a busy enough day
as it is.

Look, Alesha, I will dig out
all the stuff you need

but this is absolute bollocks.

I interviewed Gareth Markham,
he grassed up his mate

and that's all there is to it.

Where are you going?

Oh, well, I've just got
a lead on the Harry Hill case.

Something that occurred
six months ago,

sort of ringing some bells, you know.

Have you got a minute?

This whole case will collapse

unless we can show that
Gareth Markham is lying.

Why's this come up now? He's
desperate and he's trying anything.

Normally this would be
dismissed but defence are

pushing it so it's up
to us to prove him wrong.

You realise that if there's any
truth in this intimidation story,

it's got to go to Internal Affairs.
Sam could lose his job.

Yeah.

How well do you know Sam?

I heard from his Superintendent
in Manchester

he could lose his rag occasionally.

But I don't want to believe
someone from MIU could do this.

Reputation like that reflects
on everyone. I'm not having it.

How long have I got?

I can pretend you came to me
with this tomorrow morning.

And then I've got to make the call.

We are talking about an admission

in interview obtained through
intimidation.

If this is true then
I respectfully submit

that my client cannot have
a fair trial with this jury.

If this is true, My Lord.

We are going back through
all the relevant papers as we speak.

We're confident
we can dismiss this claim

as false by the end of the week.

The end of the week?

Surely you can dig out the relevant
interview details this afternoon?

My Lord, a policeman's professional
reputation is at stake here,

as well as the trial - I'll give you
until the end of the day.

The end of the day!? Yes.

Time is ticking, Mr Thorne.

Tell me we're gonna have
something within the hour

or this case will disappear
from under us.

Within the hour?
Yes, I know, unbelievable.

But sadly, I think Judge Richards
fancies Yvette.

He's not the only one.
You won't let it lie, will you?

I'll do what I can
but what can I say,

Sam doesn't file anything like I do.

Alesha, no-one files anything - Yes,
OK, no-one files anything like I do.

Hurry up!
Well, get off the phone!

They were in Epping Forest,
about six months ago.

Young couple doing a bit of
an anatomy class in the woods.

Bloke jumps out,
shoots an air rifle pellet

straight through the lad's chest.
He died later of internal bleeding.

Right. And someone picked Roland
Hextor out of the parade, yeah?

Yeah. We brought him in.

Questioned him,
had to let him go. Nothing stuck.

Yeah, tell me about it.

11 hours we had him in there for.

All he seemed to care about
was getting back home

to look after his mum.
He still lives with her.

Well, that's odd.
We've got him checked out

at a one-bed flat in Wapping.

Well, he might've moved since

but this bloke lived
in a semi in Balham.

Roly cooks for me
cos of my arthritis.

It gets worse over winter.

Right. But he doesn't live here?

He has a little place
he keeps to himself.

An easy commute for his job.

Where does he work?

Somewhere in Westminster.

He gets the boat every day,
St. Katherine's to Embankment pier.

Lovely way to see the city.

He's a writer.

Oh, yeah?

Fiction? Tall stories?

I don't know, he never really
talks about it.

Photograph on
your mantelpiece, there,

Mrs Hextor, is that Roland's dad?

Yes. In his dress uniform.

He was a handsome man.

No longer with us? Lung cancer.

Nearly ten years ago now.

He fought in the Falklands,
you know.

I think he wanted Roland
to follow him into the army

but Roly had other ideas.

Didn't fancy driving tanks
for a living, no?

No. My Humphrey tried everything.

Even took him down to
the firing range,

taught him how to hold a gun,
how to shoot a rifle.

Bet there aren't many writers
who can strip an M-15.

I've got all the paperwork

but I'm gonna need a big space
to go through it all.

Try an interview room. Thanks.

Hiya. Hi.

Everything sorted?
Not quite.

What news from the front?

We checked with the local old bill
in Essex.

Blue Mondeo was nicked
for speeding in Epping Forest

20 minutes after
the shooting six months ago.

These coincidences
are beginning to stack up.

Yeah. And Roland Hextor knows
how to use a rifle.

Let's see if a second interview
in one day can shake him up a bit.

Right.

Sam? You still with us?

Yeah. Pick up Roland Hextor.

This is madness. I keep telling you,
I haven't killed anyone.

So how come when a couple
got a bit steamy in the woods,

you were there to shoot
one of them in the chest?

Do you have problems with public
displays of affection, Roland?

I haven't even been
to Epping Forest.

It checks out. It's your car.

It's your registration.
Stop lying to us!

What do you want from me?

Just the truth.

Look, do you actually have anything

because I, for one, feel I've spent
too long in this room today.

The next step is his mum.

What? Come on, this is outrageous.

We will be inside her place,
digging through her things,

her whole life, turned upside down.

You wouldn't!

Well, tell us where you were, Roland,

and we can eliminate you from
this enquiry, can't we?

I can't. I honestly can't.

My client is saying nothing more

until I've had a chance
to talk to the CPS.

You go ahead and do that. In the
meantime, Mr Hextor can come with us.

We will introduce him
to the custody sergeant.

Why? What's he going to do?

Charge you with murder, Roland.

For the shooting dead of
Derek Strachan this morning

and the shooting of
Peter Spencer six months ago.

So unless you tell us where you
were, you're gonna end up on remand.

My client has not yet been charged.

He does have a bit of a temper.

So do I. That's not enough to
discredit an experienced Detective.

No, but I am worried.

Why?

There are 17 minutes unaccounted for
after one of the taped interviews.

Sam's on his own with Gareth Markham,
terminates the interview

and the uniform who accompanied
Markham back to his cell

didn't meet him for
another 17 minutes.

He could've been doing anything.

Yes, including
intimidating the witness.

Because in the next taped interview
with Sam Casey,

Gareth Markham admits to being
at the scene of the crime.

Nothing happened! So how do you
account for the 17 minutes?

Bloody hell! He wanted a fag
before we took him back to the cells

and I went with him to the cage.
On your own?

Yes. Anyone see you?

A couple of uniforms on the way.

Anyone see you while
he was having the cigarette?

No.

No. That doesn't mean a thing.

We'll have cameras on the cage
for that period. With sound?

This is unbelievable!

Yes, it is. But do you know what,
Detective?

I don't care whether you lit his
cigarette or beat him with an iron bar.

Right now a respected
headteacher is waiting

outside court for a jury to return.

He's hoping they'll give a guilty
verdict against the two teenagers

who stabbed him and
left him for dead.

Jake, I want those kids put in jail
just as much as you.

Good. Because if I find out
you've done anything

to jeopardise that verdict,
I'll be calling Internal Affairs.

I'll check the CCTV of Sam's time
at the cage with Markham.

Doesn't matter. With no recording of what
was said, the accusation still stands.

At least we can show Sam's telling
the truth about where he was.

What if Markham says Sam
knew they were on camera

so chose his words carefully?

It makes no difference. Markham
still has to retract his statement.

The next matter on your Lordship's
list is Crown and Hextor.

Are you Roland Hextor?

Yes.

Mr Hextor, how do you plead to
the charge of two counts of murder?

Not guilty, your honour.

Crown requests that Mr Hextor
be remanded in custody.

We have evidence he was involved
in two murders and believe,

if released, he may attack again.

My lord, we request
Mr Hextor is granted bail.

He is an upstanding citizen
whose only crime here

is a minor traffic offence.

The defendant's mother
is willing to offer up

the full value of her property
as surety to the court.

Mr Carlton, I can't ignore
the seriousness

of the charges against your client.

Mr Hextor, you will be held on remand

until a date can be found
for you to stand trial.

What?

What's next?

Which brings us, my Lord,
to Crown and Roach.

Are you Abraham Roach?
Yes, I am.

Mr Roach, how do you plead
to the charge of murder?

Guilty, my Lord.

Mr Thorne, could you give me the
selected highlights of this case?

Er...Yes, I'd...be delighted to,
My Lord. Now if I could...

Can you or can you not, Mr Thorne?

Got to be honest, my Lord,
along with my learned friend here,

I was expecting the plea
to be not guilty.

Do either of you have any idea
of what's going on here?

My Lord, please, can I request
a brief adjournment

while I consult with my client?

Jake, you've got to help me here.
He wants to plead guilty.

So let him. That's an entire case
off my workload.

But he's not guilty of murder.

I think his brother
might disagree with you.

No, he wouldn't. Abraham Roach
defended himself but he didn't mean

to kill his own brother. Your
client's the one pleading guilty.

Yes, because he feels guilty.
He will for the rest of his life.

That's not the same as
being guilty in the eyes of the law.

You're in Donald Walker's chambers,
aren't you?

Yes. In fact, it's said
you have quite an influence

over the decisions he makes.

What do you want?

This about the teenager crying foul?

Yes. Gareth Markham.

Trying to get away with attempted
murder because he's terrified

and doesn't realise the seriousness
of what he's done.

And Donald is your problem because?
Because he's letting it ride

and hoping that it will
derail the whole trial.

For the sake of a win, Amanda.

This is not why we do this.

Well, Donald can be a little...
Stupid. Yeah.

I was going to say myopic, when it
comes to the chambers' reputation.

Well, this will do nothing
but damage it,

not to mention trash
a policeman's career.

What do you need?

I'll put an offer of manslaughter
to Abraham Roach,

one he'll happily plead guilty to,

IF you get me a meet with Donald.

Today.

I'm perfectly happy for Yvette
to be dealing with this case.

She has my instructions.

Yes, Donald, but we're talking
about a three-week trial

which is about to get trashed
in the next 15 minutes

unless we can prove the intimidation
claim from your defendant is false.

Well, that sounds to me
like your problem, not mine.

If you don't mind I have a dinner
engagement with Justice Pedotti.

Or, you could convince your client
that he should stick to the truth.

I beg your pardon?

Sit him down, look him in the eye
and explain, using small words,

what it means to lie
to a court of law.

You know, like you should have done
when he first raised it.

Well, we don't think he is lying.

Rubbish! You're letting him
play the system.

I'm sure Judge Richards
will be all too happy

to bring the jury up to speed
with your suspicions. Tomorrow.

I want this sorted in the next ten
minutes

or the case could be thrown out.

As I say, your problem.

Donald! How are you?

Henry. Jolly good to see you.
I was just on my way out.

I think your senior prosecutor
was trying to accuse me of something

but I'm not precisely sure of what.

Oh, really? I thought I gave him
very clear instructions.

He was to tell you to have
a word with Gareth Markham.

He did but -
Tell him in no uncertain terms

to drop this ridiculous
intimidation claim

or we'll pull your chambers in front
of the Bar Standards Board.

Of course, if we did that, I'd have
to review all your barristers

to see if they were competent to be
on the Attorney General's list.

What? Of course they're competent!

In the meantime
all that outsourced prosecution work

would have to...go elsewhere.

You wouldn't.
I would. And I will.

This is tantamount to blackmail!

Yes. Yes.

So, Mr Markham, you are now saying
that you were not intimidated?

Yes, my Lord.

Any reason given for
this change of heart?

I believe the seriousness of perjury

was explained to the defendant
by my learned friend.

Anything you'd like to add,
Mr Markham?

I wish to apologise to the court.

Then we shall consider the matter
closed and resume in the morning.

Count yourself very lucky,
Mr Markham.

Unless there's anything else?

I'll rise. Court will rise.

Donald's spitting blood.

I'm not surprised.

The Cheshire? Half an hour?

Yeah. Pint of pride?

Always.

Sorry to interrupt but apparently
Mrs Hextor, Roland's mum,

is camped outside our office.

I've got an unsolved shooting
in Brighton

but that was with a.44 automatic.

Well, there's an attack on a guy in a
car in Hammersmith but he was alone.

If Roland Hextor is a serial killer

then I am not seeing
any pattern in this lot.

I am never gonna make the kickoff
at Upton Park at this rate.

First time in a box-seat as well.

Can you not get there for half-time?

Yeah, well, fingers crossed,
but it's not the same, is it?

Do you know what I mean?
Is that Cathy?

Yeah. I don't think she believes
I've actually got a job.

So I've finally got hold of
the CCTV from this morning

but I couldn't find the Mondeo
registered to Roland Hextor

anywhere near the crime scene.

What about the CCTV
from Embankment pier?

Yeah, it's all ready to watch on my
computer but I'm sorry, I got to go.

Mm. Second date, Ange? Yeah.

He hasn't let on he's
an axe murderer yet, then?

Well, with his pecs, I'd forgive
him. Ha! All right, night.

Night, love.

Come on. Might as well make a start.

No, no, if you need to head off
I'll cover for you, it's all right.

Nah, I might as well
help while I can.

Might not have a job tomorrow.

My son would never hurt a soul.

He's not as strong
as he looks, you know.

Prison would be a nightmare for him.

He has no alibi, Mrs Hextor.

The witness statements, the matching
e-fits, his car in Epping Forest,

it's all evidence against him.

What do you mean Epping Forest?

Six months ago.
His car was flashed speeding

a few minutes' drive away
from a crime scene.

It's what links him
to the other murder.

That was me!

I took the car to Essex.

I was picking up
Roly's birthday present.

I didn't want Roly to know
I'd taken the car

so I paid the fine.

Roly never knew about it.

Thought you deserved
to hear it first hand.

So does Jake still hate me?

No. He just didn't want to lose

after we'd been so close.

What about you?

I don't hate you either.

I will, if you don't get your
backside in gear and help me with this.

That's his way of saying
he likes you too.

Night, Ron.
Night, night, Alesha.

Thank you. OK.

So, it was Mrs Hextor driving
the car in Epping Forest.

But everything else still leads
to our friend, Roland, though.

Have a look at this.
What do you think of that?

What time was that?

About 8:30 last night.
Now there's Roland,

but you see this guy here?

I recognise him
but I don't know where from.

If that's a routine, we can get
down the pier in time to meet him.

Yeah. We can. Hopefully the game
will be a nil-nil draw.

I'll be able to get
to the get to the replay.

Don't let anyone tell me the score.

The uniform who took Markham
back to his cell from the cage,

he said he'd meet me there
but he was late.

17 minutes.

He'd been on a lad's night out.

Had one too many
and a dodgy biryani and...

It's all right, son. You don't
have to explain everything to me.

Here's our man.

Good evening, sir.

Detective Sergeant Brooks.

Would you mind answering
a few questions?

No, certainly.
Thank you. Your name?

Julian West.
Why do you want to know?

Mr West, do you know a Roland Hextor?

What's this about?
Has something happened to him?

He's part of an ongoing inquiry.

Do you know where he was in the
early hours of this morning, sir?

What ongoing inquiry?

It's a murder investigation.

My God. He's refusing to give an
alibi for his whereabouts

between the hours of
midnight and 6am this morning.

If he can give us that
alibi, we can let him go

and get on with our investigation, sir.

Idiot! He's done it again,
hasn't he?

Done what again, sir?

He was with me. Or at least
I was with him.

He has this tiny little flat
in Wapping.

Yeah, we've seen it.

He's terrified of the press
finding out...about us.

Did he quote Article Eight to you?

Yes, he mentioned it.

Hm. Roly's taken it upon himself

to protect us against any invasion
into our private life.

You're the MP, aren't you, sir?

Backbencher.
Roly's on the speech-writing team

for the defence minister.

Always wanted to work
for the military.

Something to do with his father,
I think.

Look, if he's not telling
you anything,

it's because he's trying
to protect us. To protect me.

Well, thanks, Jake, yeah,
I appreciate that.

Yeah, I have missed it as it goes.
Yeah.

Don't go telling me the score.
Thanks. Yeah, goodnight.

Roland a free man?

Yeah. Jake's gone over
Julian's statement

and he's happy so the paperwork's
gone to Ashbridge.

Shall we pick him up?

It's the least we could do
after the day he's had.

Yeah. I'll get my coat.

Oh, I don't think so.

You've got other things to deal with.

I didn't know what else to do.
Mum can't have him tonight.

Come here. Hello, mate.

Hello, mate. How you doing?

Thank you. Don't let him stay up
and watch Toy Story again, eh?

Night night.

Why do I let her get away with it?

Cos you're his dad.

Does anyone else know? No-one else.

Thank you. If only you'd been
honest from the beginning.

My private life is private.
I admire your principles, I do

but you could've spent a long time
in this nick, that's for sure.

Oh, God, I'd rather not.

I was surprised, though.
TV room. Didn't expect that.

They were showing the footie.
Yeah, we beat Hammers two-nil.

Great game.
Would've loved to have been there.

You do realise while
you were chasing me all day,

the real killer is still out there.
You've still got to catch him.

I know.

That's for tomorrow though, eh?

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