All language subtitles for Law and Order UK 104.srt - eng(2)

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 siren wailing]

[metal detector clicks]

An hour, maybe two.

Forty-three years of marriage.
It's not a lot to ask, hmm?

Well, uh, the longer we argue
about it, the longer I'll be.

[metal detector beeps]

[gasps]

Old geezer who dug it up
got quite a shock.

Drinking tea with four
sugars in it

while uniform
get his statement.

All right, did you ever
have a metal detector?

I had a pogo stick.

The metal detector kids
were the nerds.

I always fancied one but the
first Mrs. Brooks reckoned

I had enough crap
without going looking for it.

[Matt] What you got, Joy?

Male corpse, face down, wrapped
in the remnants of a sheet.

Decomposition's pretty much
complete, mostly a skeleton,

some remains of clothing
and footwear.

Oh, and a Swiss watch.
Still ticking.

Must be what
set the detector off.

How long's he been here, Joy?

[Joy] Rough guess?
Under ten years, over two.

Any other clues as to his ID?

[Joy]
Nope. Even his mouth's empty.

Shattered around the sockets.

Like his teeth
had been smashed out.

So we've got no chance
of finding out who it is.

No sign of them here, killer
knew what they were doing.

So how was he killed?

[Joy] Single bullet
to the back of the skull.

Entry wound, just above
the cervical vertebrae.

There's the bullet.

Right. One shot, back of
the head, very professional.

Well,
it's not a crime of passion.

It's an assassination.

Colt 45 cartridge, that's a
single there are no links

to any other shootings
or crime scenes.

Uh, the cartridge probably came

from a Smith & Wesson gun
or similar.

But we are running checks to see

if there's any matches
or anything, okay?

But what about the body?
Any joy getting a name?

I've run it through
missing persons.

Cross-matched height, age, sex,

factoring in the clothes
he was wearing.

Thirty-nine possible matches

for those missing
best part of a decade.

Right. Nail his ID.
Your best lead is this watch.

It's a classy
little timepiece that.

Get it to a watchmaker,
see what secrets it yields.

Uh, this brand,

they all have a code.
Two letters and two digits.

Now, the letters give you the
month, the digits give the year.

Now, this was manufactured
in June 1978.

Yeah, that's very good, sir, but
we was hoping you might be able

to tell us who the owner
of the time piece was.

[man] Oh, yeah,
have patience, patience!

You know what happens
when everything is a rush?

No.

People accept shit.

You take this
to the manufacturer,

they have a register
of the owners.

[clocks chiming]

[Alison] Oh, there's nothing
on the system.

Do you know what? I bet
it's still in the paper files.

I'm sorry, but the person who
did this job

before me
wasn't very good.

Just bear with me.

What a lovely environment
to work in.

Yeah, they've run out of space
in the office next door, so,

they've stuck me in here.

Ah, don't mind.
It's my first job out of Uni.

What happens when it gets cold?

I wear gloves.

Ah, yes! Here it is!

Your watch is registered
to David Ackroyd.

Post-mortem boys thought
you might like this.

They pulled it out
of your male anon's leg.

Give us a clue then, guv,
what is it?

It's a pin from his knee,
must've been holding

-whole thing together.
-[Ronnie] Oh.

And there is exactly one man
on the missing persons list

with exactly the same
form of injury.

Let me guess, David Ackroyd.

[Matt] Forty-two,
matches height and clothes.

Pin in his knee
from a car accident.

Went missing Christmas Eve 1999.

Ackroyd's killer
is already in prison.

-[Matt] What?
-Ah, Luke Slade,

tried and convicted of Ackroyd's
murder in the absence of a body.

James Steel ran the case.

David Ackroyd is survived
by a daughter.

[Louise]
I was 14 when Dad disappeared.

Even when they accused Slade
of his murder

I still never believed it.

But I always thought, you know,

without a body,
there was still a chance.

What about your mum?

Um, she died last year.

It was cancer.

Ever since Dad went,
she was... broken.

I got the house and the car.

Here I am, rattling around
by myself in my parents' house.

I don't want any of it.
I just want them.

Must be tough.

Yeah, I mean, anniversaries and
birthdays, they're the worst.

But, you know the barrister
at the CPS, James?

Oh yeah, James Steel, yeah.

Yeah, well, every year, on the
anniversary, he sends a card.

Just seeing how I'm doing.

So, was Dad's body where they
said, under a building site?

Um, no.

Your father was found just
across the water

from Canary Wharf, by the dome.

But how could his body be there,
uh?

I don't understand.

That doesn't make any sense.

She's right.

If that is Ackroyd's body,

a big hole just opened up
in the middle of this case.

James Steel got a conviction
without a body.

The whole case was hinged
on evidence

given by one of Slade's
accomplices, Richie Newman.

Newman said that he and Slade
buried Ackroyd's body

on a building site in Chelsea.

Well, then how come
it gets found seven miles away?

What's in the files
on the murder weapon?

Because if the bullet
in David Ackroyd's skull

matches the weapon that Luke
Slade used, it's still workable.

No.

No, cause according to Richie
Newman,

Slade cut Ackroyd's
throat with a knife.

[Matt]
Weapon was never found.

You pull one thread and the
whole thing comes unraveled.

Find Richie Newman.
He's the key.

You don't reckon CPS
got it wrong, do you?

Well, don't get ahead
of yourself, mate.

Hindsight makes things
look very simple.

If I knew nine years ago
what I know now...

Yeah, what?

Well, I'd still be too stupid
to do anything about it.

Thank you, Confucius.

-Thank you.
-Richie Newman?

Who wants to know?

We are the
Ghosts of Christmas Past.

Seriously,
we buried him in Chelsea.

Then why couldn't you lead
the police to

the exact spot at the time?

It was the middle of the night,
not my manor.

Richie, you also said
that Slade cut Ackroyd's throat.

So?

He died of a bullet to the head.

That's not what Slade told me.

You sure about that, Richie?

Because even after
all this time,

the CPS could change their mind
about charging you.

Especially if they find out
you've been lying.

I'm telling the truth. I wasn't
there when Slade killed him.

Time I got there, the body
was wrapped up in a sheet.

I am telling you what Slade told
me. You've got to believe me.

Slade did it. You've got to
make sure he stays inside.

If he gets out,
then I'd be a dead man.

Promise me
that ain't gonna happen.

Look at Newman's face,
he's absolutely bricking it

at the thought of
Slade getting out.

Well, maybe because he lied.

No.

I've been through those files
a hundred times.

Slade embezzles,

Ackroyd finds out
and don't like it and vanishes.

Everything points
to Slade being the killer.

-Absolutely everything.
-Either way,

your man Newman is
not exactly a five-star witness.

-Well...
-No, no,

thanks for
letting us know anyway.

Bye.

The dominos are toppling,
I'm afraid.

Criminal Cases Review Commission
has referred Luke Slade's case

back to the Court of Appeal.

[Natalie] Potential
miscarriage of justice.

He could go free.

Hey, you didn't have
to bring these over yourselves.

Well, listen, we've both
been through the files.

We've read the statements and--

Slade did it. Weight of evidence
is way too strong.

And just 'cause
he's got an appeal,

doesn't mean to say
he's innocent, does it, James?

So, don't let him
wriggle out of it.

I'll do my best, I promise.

You need anything,
you just call us. yeah?

James Steel. Senior
Crown Prosecutor for London.

[Luke] How are you?

Thank you, Jared.

We haven't met.
My loss. Luke Slade.

Oh, Alesha Phillips.

Uh, what are you doing out here?

I discovered in prison
that I really like smoking.

Something to thank you for.

Unless I get cancer,
then I'd have to sue you.

Where's your barrister?

I'm representing myself.

At the Court of Appeal?

[Luke] I spent the last eight
years with time on my hands.

So I studied the law.

How's your wife? Um, what are
you, separated or divorced?

This is a murder case.

You should have a barrister.

The judge can delay the case

while you find someone
to represent you.

Honestly, I'm fine.

Thank you, though.

[Luke] Hmm. There we go.

Come on, Jared!

Shall we?

[Luke] I thank my Lords for
allowing me to represent myself.

As set out
in my skeletal argument,

my appeal is brought as new
evidence has

cast doubt
on significant aspects

of the Crown's original case.

You're referring to the
discovery of Mr. Ackroyd's body.

Exactly that, my Lord.

And in support I am relying
upon the authority

of Crown and Anderson, 2005.

At 98 Criminal Appeal Reports,
My Lords, page 207,

which I'm sure you all know.

In that case, both convictions
were quashed

when the Crown's main witness

was found to have
given false evidence.

Is it your submission

that the Crown relied on
evidence they knew to be false?

Not knowingly, My Lord.

But the discovery of
Mr. Ackroyd's

body has established

that neither the cause of death

nor the place of
burial, as advanced

in the original case,
were correct.

I further rely upon Mitchell
and Her Majesty's Advocate,

1996, one Scottish Law Review,
page 982,

in which it was
found on appeal that,

quote, "Significant evidence
unavailable

at the original trial would have
had a material bearing

on the jury's determination."

Thank you, Mr. Slade.

You've clearly researched
your territory well.

Thank you, My Lord.

David was an adored husband
and Dad.

[sniffs]

Luke Slade defrauded him out of
millions and then murdered him.

Even now he's been convicted
of David's murder,

he refuses to tell us

where David's body
can be found.

[door opening]

This trial has been
an enormous burden...

-You need sleep.
-...for myself and my daughter,

but I'd like to record
my overwhelming gratitude

to the Crown
Prosecution Service

and in particular
James Steel.

-Oh, my God, is that you?
-[James] Yup.

No telling me
how much younger I look.

[Alesha chuckles]

You sure you're all right
with it all?

This was my first case.

Uh, when I came to the CPS.

It was my first prosecution.

[James] Oh, look at me.

God, I look so...

certain of everything.

What if I was wrong, Alesha?

What if the real murderer's
still out there?

James, Slade is guilty. Everyone
who's read the file agrees.

It's late. You need to rest.

Soon.

[James] I refer my Lords to the

authority of Crown
and Ramos 2002,

in which it was found the

cumulative weight
of the original case

outweighed doubts
about a single component.

The issue is whether the Crown's

case relied on
perjured evidence.

Mr. Newman did not lie.

He reported what Mr. Slade told
him about the cause of death.

If this were
to render the conviction unsafe,

it would reward Mr. Slade
for lying to Mr. Newman.

But Mr. Newman was also wrong
about the burial site.

Which casts doubt
on his credibility as a witness.

[James] My Lord, Mr. Newman was
present at the original burial.

The Crown now argues that

Mr. Ackroyd's corpse
must have been moved,

shortly after
its initial burial.

For what purpose?

Because Mr. Slade feared that

Mr. Newman might confess
what they'd done together.

Therefore, the Crown now argues
that rather than undermine

Mr. Newman's credibility,

this new discovery casts further

doubt on the
defendant's character.

That's your theory, Mr. Steel.

Do you have any evidence
to support it?

Not at this stage, My Lord.

So this is precisely the issue
that a re-trial might explore.

They've agreed with Slade.

His conviction's
been overturned.

They've granted him bail.

They can't do that.

-I'm sorry, James.
-It's fine.

-[indistinct chatter]
-I'm fine.

[Luke] Today is not about me.

Today is about David Ackroyd.

I loved David.

He was like
an older brother to me.

Like everyone else,
I was heartbroken by his death.

Because of mistakes made by
the Crown Prosecution Service,

David's murderer's
still walking free somewhere.

I look forward to proving
my innocence at my retrial.

Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

I forgive you, Mr. Steel.

[journalist] Mr. Steel.

[indistinct chatter]

Do you think they're
together now? Mum and Dad.

I mean, do you believe in that?
God and the afterlife?

I need evidence.

You sound like Dad.

I let you down, at the appeal.

Oh my God.

What are you doing here?

[Luke] It was
the first thing I had to do.

Pay my respects.

Louise...
I know this is difficult.

But I wanted to say this to you,
your Dad was a great man.

I will make it my life's work
to find his killer

-and to bring them to justice.
-Get away from her.

Too many people have failed you.

I won't be one of them.

I mean it. I will make things
right for you.

[Louise crying]

-Are you okay?
-Don't touch me!

How is that allowed to happen?

What, he killed my dad
and he can just stand there

and say that to me.

-I'm so sorry.
-Sorry is not enough!

He's right, you failed me.

You failed my Dad.

[Louise cries]

We have to prove the case all
over again and this case

must not fail. Understand?

We need all
the original signed statements.

You'll want another look
at the forensic analysis.

Techniques have moved on
since the first trial.

And I suppose you want us
to track down

all the original witnesses.

Read my mind.

That's nine years,
they could be anywhere by now.

We're relying on you.

I'm not having Louise Ackroyd
watch her Dad's killer go free.

Slade was one of them

-venture capitalists.
-Get me one.

I've never quite worked out
what them people do anyway.

So Slade and Ackroyd,
they were involved in this what?

Late nineties dot com boom?

Basically that was their game,
they was investing

in internet start-ups,

hoping one was gonna become
successful

they just
make a shed-load of bread.

So what went wrong?

What always goes wrong
in deals like that. Greed.

Uh, you and Luke Slade

were an item for a while
after university?

I'm nobody's item, detective.

No, 'course not, sorry.
Um, you had a relationship.

[Elena] On and off.

In the end, I got sick
of always being

second on
Luke's to-do list.

Did you ever stay
in touch with David Ackroyd?

No.
Thank you.

I wish I had.

I never realized,
but David was the real catch.

I always thought Luke was the

one worth paying attention to,
but...

David was the better man.

His only weakness was he thought
Luke was going to make him rich.

[phone rings]

Well, we all thought
that for a while. Hello?

Okay, we've got two witnesses
living abroad, one dead

and another couple who
can hardly remember

the details of their story.

If someone asked me
what I was up to nine years ago,

I'm not sure
I'd have the full picture.

Come on, boys,
we've gotta do better than this.

Yes! How's this for better.

Slade's girlfriend,

made a statement to
the original investigation

about her car
which Slade used to borrow.

Slade sold it for her

a couple of days after
Ackroyd's disappearance.

The original investigation never
managed to trace it. But I have.

Slade could have used
the vehicle to move the body.

Maybe if we get it forensicated.

-Forensicate isn't a word!
-Forensicate isn't a word!

You'll like this.
It's all about the dirt.

Now first off, particles of dirt

we found on
David Ackroyd's remains

match the pedological profile
of the Chelsea area.

-Pedological?
-Soil.

-Oh, okay.
-[Alesha] Okay.

So Newman was telling the truth.

They did bury
David Ackroyd in Chelsea.

[Teddy] Exactly.

What, so the soil
is not the same at Canary Wharf?

Well, it's similar,
it's not identical.

Chelsea is predominantly
brick earth.

[Teddy] Out east you've got sand
and gravel terraces.

You see now,
the girlfriend's car, [chuckles]

amazing assortment
of specimens in that vehicle.

We've got sand from two beaches,
uh, probably in Norfolk,

uh, traces of
assorted human detritus.

Mostly exfoliated skin and
the parasites that feed on it.

Stuff you might find
in your mattress.

-Not in my mattress.
-My point being,

fiber traces found in the boot
match the sheet

in which David Ackroyd's
body was found.

Mixed in with both body
and sheet.

Particles of Chelsea soil.

Okay, so Ackroyd's buried in
Chelsea, dug up again

and moved across town in a car.

In a car that Slade
had access to.

Well done, Teddy!

[George] Appeals are one thing,

but the rough and tumble
of a full murder trial

is quite another.

I don't want you
going easy on him.

George, I have done this before.
I'll treat him with respect.

And I shan't patronize him.

I don't want the jury feeling
sympathetic

'cause
he's inexperienced.

You're not as daft as you look.

But don't let him rattle you.

You got it right in the first
trial, you'll get it right now.

George, please,
if you start being nice to me,

I'm not gonna be able
to concentrate

for the rest of the day.

[George laughs]

Richie Newman's disappeared.

How can he have?

No one's seen him
for three days.

The last charge on his
credit card was a one-way

plane ticket to Thailand.

Oh, beautiful,

we've lost our main witness
and the trial starts in what?

Thirteen minutes.

My Lord, I have to ask

for further time before
we swear the Jury.

We're having difficulty locating
the first witness.

[James] If the Court could
grant

an adjournment of say,
two days--

We keep to our dates
in this court, Mr. Steel.

If one of your witnesses is
unavailable,

you'll have to
make a hearsay application

to read his evidence instead.

Sorry, My Lord,
but my retrial was granted

on the basis of new evidence

which contradicts
Mr. Newman's statement.

The jury should be allowed
to make that judgment

for themselves.

Well, if I can't cross-examine
Mr. Newman,

how can I
attack his credibility?

Mr. Slade is right.

Mr. Steel, your applications

both for adjournment
and hearsay are refused.

Unless you produce him,

we shan't be hearing
from your witness.

[James]
Where the hell is he?

How can a man
just disappear like that?

Newman's gone off radar.

I've got uniform searching
known whereabouts,

we've notified ports, airports,

the full shebang,
but there's no sign.

Then look harder.

You heard what Ronnie said.
We've got people on it.

Well, in the meantime,

we need to find more
prosecution-friendly witnesses

from Slade's past.

[Natalie] Have you thought
about his cellmate?

[Ronnie] Did you enjoy
sharing a cell with Luke, Danny?

Sladey's got you lot on the run,
hasn't he?

What about other friends
in the prison?

Did he have any of those?

You're joking, aren't ya?

Used to call him "the monk"
on the wing.

Just sat there day in day out,

reading his legal books,
making notes.

When he did start to talk,
did he ever speak about

David Ackroyd's murder?

Well, he opened up
after a while.

But see,
my problem is my memory.

It's like a muscle.

And in here,
it gets terrible flabby.

Yous boys wouldn't have a cure

for something like that,
would ya?

Well, maybe a move
to a classier nick, Dan.

What about that?
Possible early release.

Now, see, you're talking like
that,

the old memories
are coming flooding back.

When David found out Luke had
embezzled that much money,

he went ballistic

[Elena] Left messages,
came round to the house.

How did Mr. Slade say he was
going to fix the problem?

When I asked, he just smiled.

Luke could be cold and cruel.

He loved to play games
with people,

loved to mess
with people's heads.

Then I found his diary.

[Elena] He left it open on
the table one morning

when he was staying at mine.

[James] Is this the diary?

Yes.

[James] Could you please read it
for the benefit of the court?

Seven a.m., breakfast with Tony.

One p.m. lunch
with Katie McCormack at Zilli's.

Nine p.m., kill David.

[indistinct chattering]

[James] No further questions.

[Luke] Elena.

-Sweetheart.
-[Judge] Mr. Slade!

I'm sorry, My Lord.

If I was so cold and cruel,

why were you so upset
when our relationship ended?

-I'm sorry?
-Didn't you send me hundreds

-of abusive emails?
-My Lord, where is this going?

I'm exploring Miss Adani's
motives for lying.

Then explore them quickly,
Mr. Slade.

January 23rd,"I'll make you
suffer, you shit,"

February, the 4th,

"I hope one day you experience

pain like the pain
I'm going through now."

This has nothing to do
with David's death!

Offered as exhibits
to the court.

Is this your revenge, Elena?

Is this how you want
to make me suffer?

Luke said that after he'd
done it, he'd got really nervous

'cause he was worried
that Newman might squeal

if he was
put under any pressure.

So he moved the body out
to the East end, near the river.

[Danny] That way,
if Newman did say anything

that it wouldn't matter.

Oh, Danny.

Danny boy.

Mr. Slade, questions, not songs.

[Luke] Of course, My Lord,
sorry.

When we shared a cell together,

did you ever give evidence
in a court case?

Yeah, yeah, I did, I turned QE.

[Luke] Why?

[Danny]
Thought I'd get a transfer.

[Luke] And is it true you were
found to have

given false evidence?

Lied, essentially and
were later convicted of perjury?

What can I say, Sladey?
You got me there

Remind me who's the qualified
barrister and who's the novice!

The charging officer never
logged Doyle's perjury charge

on the PNC system.

I'm not losing this trial
because of some

administrative balls-up!

No, you're losing because
your witnesses are

an aggrieved ex-lover

and a convicted perjurer!

Slade's running rings
around you in there.

Thanks for your support, George.

Uh, maybe when they find
Slade innocent,

I'll offer him your job!

-You do that!
-Both of you, stop!

It was one bad day.
We keep going.

Together, yes?

The last time
I saw David Ackroyd,

he was very drunk,

very...

very much alive...

and heading to Mexico
for a holiday.

I have no further questions
for myself.

Have you ever put a note

in your diary to kill anyone
other than David Ackroyd?

It was a joke. I was annoyed.

If I was really gonna kill him,
why would I write it down?

If you didn't
kill David Ackroyd,

how do you explain the dirt

from Chelsea in the back
of the car you were using?

[Luke] I was buying
a new build flat in Chelsea.

The developer took me round
the site

and I changed
my shoes after the visit.

Except the exact same dirt

was found on the remains
of Mr. Ackroyd's body.

[James] Fibers from the sheet

in which Mr. Ackroyd's body
was wrapped

were also found in the back
of that car,

weren't they,
Mr. Slade?

Fibers from a range of
mass-produced cotton sheets

sold in Debenhams.

Two hundred thousand sets
sold each year.

Elena had a set.
Didn't you, darling?

And with all due respect,
Mr. Steel,

that kind of dirt
must be present

in most of Southwest London.

If geology and Debenhams
are your best arguments,

I think you may be floundering.

Luke Slade wants you to think
he was the victim

of a miscarriage of justice.

The only victim in this case
is David Ackroyd.

[James] Don't fall
for Luke Slade's lies.

Keep to the evidence

and find Luke Slade guilty
of David Ackroyd's murder.

First they convicted me of
cutting David Ackroyd's throat.

He was killed
by a bullet in the head.

Then they claimed I buried him
in Chelsea.

He was found by Canary Wharf.

[Luke] And what did they
offer as proof?

Perjured evidence
from a proven liar.

People assume that if you're
charged with a crime,

you must be guilty.

Assumptions like that...

took my life away.

Please,
let me live what's left of it.

[police siren wailing]

Good luck!

[clerk] Have you reached a
verdict upon

which you are all agreed?

[jury member] Yes.

[clerk] On the count of the
murder of David Ackroyd,

do you find the defendant guilty
or not guilty?

-Not guilty.
-Oh.

I've left Louise Ackroyd
five messages.

She's avoiding my calls.

She had faith in me, George.

I still do.

Always will. Whatever happens.

What does that mean?

Luke Slade has lodged
a formal complaint against you,

alleging a vendetta.

He's arguing that it amounts
to gross misconduct.

He wants you out of the CPS.

This letter gives you
one week's notification

of your hearing date
for gross misconduct.

Tell him the rest.

You're entitled
to bring a friend

or representative who can
address the hearing

and put your case.

Um, I'll be speaking for myself.

[George]
We play by the rules, James.

Disciplinary hearing,
carried out to the letter.

So that when it is dismissed
as valueless bollocks,

then he has no room to appeal.

I'm sorry. Pressure from above.
I've got no choice.

You should stay home
pending the hearing.

Slade won't win, James.

He's done a good job so far.

I'll see you when you get back.

Don't you mean "if"?

You need a hand with that?

Are you following me?

Do you know
what I admire about you, James?

You won't ask me
to retract the complaint.

Must be so difficult,

having the system
you've worked for turn on you.

But don't worry.
I can look after Louise.

If you go near her again,

-I will come for you.
-What's that? A threat?

This is the problem. You've lost
all sense of what's right.

You're an obsessive.

Let it go, James.

What were his last words?

This man that you loved so much?

Did he beg you for mercy?

Or didn't he even know it was
you who shot him from behind?

How many bodies
must be buried in London?

This city was built on corpses.

Why does this one
matter so much to you?

They all matter!

You really mean that.

God, how do you manage...

living with that conscience?

Does it keep you awake?
I mean, literally. Does it?

No more than yours must.

We're not the same.

You're an obsessed,
discredited man, out on his own.

While I'm rehabilitated
into society.

For a while, you were the only
person who got the better of me.

Couldn't let that stand.

This isn't finished!

You think my complaint
won't stick?

I'm not a beginner.

[Luke] Goodbye, James.

James, you shouldn't
be talking to him.

I didn't have a choice.

He was just... suddenly there.

It doesn't matter,
you must not be seen with him.

None of this would've happened
if Richie Newman

hadn't disappeared.

Why can't they find him?

There's no charges on his credit
card since the day he vanished,

no cash withdrawals,
here or in Thailand.

Slade must've had something to
do with his disappearance.

He wouldn't be so stupid
as to do anything himself.

What?

Nine years in prison, he'd know
plenty of people who could.

What if we dig out
Slade's prison record.

See if there's anything
interesting on it?

When you say, "We"?

I mean "We."

If George hears I let you in,
he'll go mental.

Just visiting a friend.

Okay.

So Slade's prison file is
mostly just a

record of his parole hearings.

All denied.

Oh, wait.

Says here that
Slade was involved in a

complaint against
a prison officer.

What do you mean involved?

Well, he filed the complaint,

but it was on behalf
of another prisoner.

He said to me, in the street,

that he wasn't
a beginner at this,

that he'd filed complaints
before. Who was it for?

Danny Doyle.

Slade's been ahead of us
the whole time.

Then maybe our luck just turned.

Thank you.

What are friends for?

[George clears throat]

God save me from
gala performances

with the Home Secretary.

George,
before you say anything--

I'm still at the
Royal Opera House.

Switch the light off
when you leave.

[jail door closes]

Should you be here?

[James] I'm just another
prison visitor, Danny.

Seeing an old friend.

He's getting to you, isn't he?
He does that.

You know what gets to me more?

The thought of someone helping
a murderer go free.

Now, look, come on--

You knew Slade was aware

you'd been convicted
for perjury.

So whatever you said in court
wouldn't be admissible.

I'm not being funny,
but I'm a con. I'm in prison.

We're not known
for telling the truth.

It's all just
water under the bridge.

Not for me.

I'll be at your
parole board next month.

And the one after that.

And the one after that,

reminding them of how you helped
a murderer go free.

What do you want?

Where do I find Richie Newman?

Look,
I had nothing to do with it.

Parole board.

Freddie Martin's.

Slade called in a favor.

Hello, squire.
Looking for Freddie Martin.

Sorry, mate, can't help you out.

Really?!

Oi, Freddie!

Ronnie!

Hello, Freddie.

[Freddie grunts, screams]

Guess what, Freddie?
You don't have to say anything.

But it may harm your defense
if you do not mention

when questioned something which
you later rely on in court.

I tell you what, Freddie's
a professional, all right.

This gotta be the best place
in London to hide a body.

-[officer] Over here.
-[dogs barking]

Hello, Richie Newman.

Morning, gents.

Enjoying the day?

We're about to.

There seems
to have been a misunderstanding.

Sworn statements from
Danny Doyle and Freddie Martin.

What about?

We found Richie Newman.

How is he?

You're never gonna stop,
are you?

It ends here, with you
back in prison for murder.

Oh, it's just
the end of round one.

I've played it well,
don't you think?

You think this is a game?

Everything is.

When the officer asks,

you'll confess to the murders of
Richie Newman and David Ackroyd.

Give his daughter some peace.

Show some honor, finally.

[Luke] He's eight, isn't he?

Ethan.

Your little boy.

Grateley Street, Edinburgh.

Beautiful house they've got.

But busy roads though...
on his walk to school.

Goodbye, Mr. Slade.

Where are you going?

This isn't over yet!

This is far from over,
Mr. Steel. Mr. Steel!