Rose and Maloney (2002) s03e03 Episode Script
Alan Richmond
- Kenny!
Kenny!
- Alan?
Alan, did you get potatoes?
- Yeah, lovey.
Okay, wash these potatoes
in the sink, please.
- Okay, Dad.
Granny and Granddad are here!
- Alan, Mum and Dad are here!
- Yeah, yeah.
- Morning Granny!
- Ooh, you're getting too
heavy!
- Come on son, I can take
you.
Hup!
- Hi, Dad.
- Oh, lovely to see you.
- Your bloody father!
He won't drive on the motorway.
- Hi, Mum, how are you?
- I'm all right.
- Good, good.
- And he swerved right
through the lot of them,
going like a bullet, didn't you?
- Yeah, and I scored right
between posts, Granddad.
- Well done, my son!
But it's still the wrong game
and the wrong shaped ball.
- I hate footie, I'm a rugga
bugger.
- Kenny, shush!
- But Dad says that.
- Well, I'm not sure that I
actually use the expression.
- Yes, you do.
Pass the spinach and
stop corrupting our son.
- You're a squealer.
- Are you expecting anyone?
- It's Marcus.
I invited him.
- Alan, you know he can't come
here-
- He's your brother!
- You shouldn't have done that,
Alan.
- You had no right.
I thought we said it was all
over!
- Dad! Dad!
- Ben!
Oh god!
- Christ!
- Everybody stay
where you are!
- Oh my god!
- Get back!
Sit down!
Leave the boy!
Leave him!
Leave the boy!
These two first, out!
Out!
- What's happening here?!
Where are you taking us?
Kenny!
Kenny!
- Go!
Come on!
- No!
- No, please!
- No!
- What's happening?!
Please!
- Oh, god, no, no!
No, please! Whatever
he's done, I beg of you!
Please! Leave us alone, we have
a child!
I'm begging you!
- Danuta!
- Gran, what's happening?
- Run, Kenny!
Run!
Run!
Kenny, run!
Run!
- Don't hurt me.
Don't hurt me.
Don't hurt me.
Don't hurt me.
Don't hurt me.
- That's enough,
we're leaving.
- Uncle Marcus.
- Tell the
driver we're on the move.
- Uncle Marcus.
Uncle Marcus.
- We found him in the morning.
He hadn't moved.
He was dehydrated,
suffering from the shock and
hypothermia.
- Who raised the alarm, Sergeant
Glover?
- His grandmother.
They shot her twice and left her
for dead.
She crawled out a mile to the
road.
It took her 16 hours.
- God, that's awful.
How'd she survive?
- She thinks that
something disturbed them.
They were using napalm to burn
the bodies.
- And the boy said that he
recognised his uncle's voice?
Do you think it's possible
that he could've been mistaken?
- It was him, Marcus Roche.
Look, took me nearly seven
years to nail that lizard.
Now you and your precious
miscarriage agency
are saying that he's innocent?
- We're not saying he's
innocent.
- He slaughtered his family.
And I got him, but he got me
back.
- How do you mean, Sergeant
Glover?
- He's got friends.
Look, it doesn't matter.
Just let him rot in jail.
If not for this, for all the
other shit that he's pulled.
- He says he's a respectable
property developer.
- You sound like all the
millions about being
respectable.
Marcus Roche is an extortionist.
He's a blackmailing,
bribe-giving,
knee capping bastard.
- I don't think there's
any evidence of that.
- What are you? His lawyer?
All his contacts are everywhere.
Police, press, the home office.
Couldn't get him out of this.
So you just let that dog sleep,
'cause believe me, he can do
you.
I mean he can really do you.
Just ask that kid, Kenny.
- Uncle Marcus.
Uncle Marcus.
Uncle Marcus.
- This is the murdered
couple, Alan and Danuta,
with her brother, Marcus.
Marcus Roche and Alan
Richmond were partners
in the property development
business for 14 years.
Alan and Danuta had
been married since 1988.
The Benmark Development, Dowling
House,
Waxham Wharf Hotel, Arkwright
Court, Chelsea Mansions.
All owned by Marcus or
Alan or their companies.
Between them, about 200
million quid's worth.
That's Marcus' house.
Or at least it was until Alan
reported him
to the inland revenue for tax
evasion.
And they impounded it.
Two months later, Richmond
and his family were dead.
- Jesus!
So how did he get all this?
- Official or unofficial?
- Unofficial please.
- Usually by buying up slum
properties
in up and coming areas, and
after a while
the residents decide they
don't wanna live there anymore.
- Because?
- Oh, you know, power
cuts, contaminated water,
nasty thugs pissing on the
stairs,
the odd Molotov cocktail in the
mail.
Usually followed by a less
than generous offer to vacate.
- There've been four serious
fires
in residential properties
owned by Marcus Roche.
Seven Kurdish refugees
died in this one in 1998.
It was called a racist attack,
but nobody believed that.
Marcus completed a
residential flat development
on the site two years later.
- You see, he's got friends,
Wallace.
- I know, they keep ringing me.
Very concerned to hear
what we propose to do.
What do we propose to do?
- Find the boy.
Find Kenny Richmond.
- Any problem with that?
- Marcus' lawyers say Alan's
relatives
whisked him away to
France after the trial.
There's no address for them.
- Well, that's 'cause they're
hiding.
- Well, do you want to
hear the funny thing?
- Well, how funny is it?
- I checked the records
office, electoral rolls,
everything; and Alan Richmond
had no living relatives.
His son's disappeared off
the face of the earth.
- It's very good of
Mr. Roche to fit us in.
- Come in!
- You can go in now.
- Mr. Maloney, Ms. Linden.
Nice to meet you at last.
Rose Linden?
I'm told you're the best
investigator in your
organisation.
- Well, I-
- I only deal with the best, of
course.
Kettle is on, can I offer you
some tea?
- Yes, please.
- I have Earl Grey, camomile,
peppermint.
Unfortunately, no lemons.
- Well, I'll have peppermint
please.
[package crinkling]
- How can I help you?
- Mr. Roche, you requested this
meeting
which we don't regard
as strictly necessary.
We're only at initial stages-
- I should like to be released
by the end of the month.
- Oh, I don't think
that's gonna be possible.
- How is Sergeant Glover?
- Pardon?
- Poor old Mike, still a
sergeant after all these years.
I guess you can do your job too
well.
- There's no question of being
released
next month, Mr. Roche.
- But I'm innocent.
- Your brother-in-law, father,
sister were all murdered
after you'd fallen out with
him over a business deal.
- That is ridiculous.
As I said at the trial,
I asked my parents to look
after some money for me.
- Four million pounds in
an off shore trust account.
- I'm a property developer,
sometime you need money to be
invisible.
Alan was jealous because I
hadn't included him in the deal.
Dad got needlessly scrupulous,
but I wouldn't kill them for
that.
Four million isn't so much
at the end of the day.
- Do you still claim that this
family rift was healed and
you got your money back
before they were murdered?
- Voila, there you are.
- But that wasn't believed
in court, Mr. Roche.
We need new evidence or
there's nothing we can do.
- What are you? Some kind of
imbecile?
- There are many problems, Mr.
Roche.
Not least that your mother and
your nephew
both placed you do at the scene.
- I love my mother and
I think that finally,
she understands that.
You know she's withdrawn her
testimony?
That's the new evidence.
Mother knows now that she was
mistaken
and she will say so.
Look, all I need from you is a
referral
to the court of appeal and my
lawyers
will deal with everything else.
How much is an acquittal these
days?
100,000?
150?
- What about Kenny?
Your nephew?
- Alas, young Kenny's
whereabouts are unknown.
Such a pity he won't be able to
testify.
Oh, do I amuse you, Mr. Maloney?
- No.
- Did you say peppermint?
- He's not getting a referral
from me.
- By the book, okay?
If his mother backs him up,
we make the recommendation,
get out of his life.
- Maloney, he slaughtered his
whole family
in total cold blood because
they stole some money from him!
- Yeah, maybe.
I can't get the measure
of him, he's oddly-
- Likeable.
- Yeah.
His wife was killed in
a road accident in 1999.
There's one son, Max, aged
24, lives in Stoke Newington.
Oh, Roche disinherited him
after a family argument.
- What about?
- Doesn't say.
I thought you were giving up.
- Yeah, I am.
- You're wearing a patch.
- Yeah, they're rather good,
I've found,
but you need a bit of topping
up.
- I tell you what?
I'll buy you dinner on Thursday
and you get through it
without smoking if you can.
- No problem, you buy me dinner,
right?
- Well, it's not just
dinner I want you for.
- You're supposed to get me
drunk before you're say that.
- Well, the fact is I've got a
sort of,
well, it is a date actually.
- You want me to come on your
date?
- You can smoke, okay?
I just need someone to-
- Make you look good and
tee you up for a shag?
- No!
Well, yeah.
I'll find someone for you.
- Who is she?
- She backed into my trolley
in the Waitrose car park,
we got talking.
Her name's Julie.
- Is she nice?
- Yeah, really nice.
I mean, really nice.
- Eh?
- And I thought it might be a
good idea
if there wasn't just the
two of us on the first date.
- No.
Okay, but no dross on
my side of the table,
so not Phil from personnel,
okay?
- Oh, Phil's nice.
- He's impotent!
- No, that's just a rumour.
- Not to me, it isn't.
- Anna's very anxious to see
you.
She's a lovely old lady.
And brave.
Here we are.
Anna?
- Thank you, Yvette.
- Mrs. Roche, I'm Mr.
Maloney from the CJRA.
This is Rose Linden.
- Hello.
- Thank you for coming.
- I'm Anna's personal advisor.
I take care of any
issues which might arise.
- Issues?
- Please, sit down.
You wanted to ask me about
Marcus.
About why I said he was there
when
When my family
Family
- It's okay, Anna.
They won't stay long.
Just tell them what you want to
say.
- Anna, at the trial,
you said that you saw your
son Marcus Roche that night.
- I only said that 'cause of
Kenny.
I wanted to back him up.
- And now that's changed?
- I thought
I was wrong.
- There had been a family
disagreement though,
is that right?
- I don't think that's
relevant to this discussion.
Anna is simply saying
that she was mistaken.
- You had fallen out
with your son over money.
- I never understood all that.
- Do you think that I don't
know that you turned me-
- Marcus wanted Ben
to look after some money.
Alan said it was illegal,
we could go to jail.
- Now you're
trying to turn my father-
- All I said was-
til I know it's legal or
straight.
- Don't talk to me about
straight, Dad!
I can only take this much
hypocrisy!
- It was terrible.
Grown men fighting like that.
- Shut it up! And you-
- Why's Uncle Marcus shouting
at Daddy and Grandpop?
- Be quiet, quiet!
Christ, shut up, Marcus!
- Tell him to shut up!
- I said shut up, all of you!
It's Kenny's birthday.
Christ sakes.
Sorry, Mum.
- Ben only wanted to
teach Marcus a lesson.
- What lesson?
- That he couldn't just
trample all over people.
But it's all been sorted out.
It's been explained to me now.
- Mrs. Roche, who do you think
did this?
- Marcus would never have harmed
Danuta.
He loved his sister.
- What about you?
Does he love you?
- He's taking care of me now.
When your children are
adopted, it can be complicated.
- I'm sorry.
You said adopted?
- Yes.
I couldn't have children.
It took us five years to get
Marcus.
Another three to get Danuta.
We thought we'd never be unhappy
again.
- I think you should go now.
- Mrs. Roche, do you know where
Kenny,
where your grandson is?
Because a lot of people
would like to speak to him.
- I don't know.
Alan's family took him.
We lost him.
- You see our infor-
- That must've been terrible for
you.
- Mrs. Roche has told you all
she can.
Okay?
- Why didn't we know that Roche
and his sister were adopted?
- Families have secrets.
- But she must know Alan
Richmond
didn't have any relatives,
so why'd she lie?
- Unless
- Unless Roche has Kenny.
She changes her story, Kenny
gets to carry on living.
- And you really think
he's capable of that?
- She was very guarded,
was very scared, I'd say.
- He's gonna walk, isn't he?
- You're wasting your time.
She's lying.
- Hello, Sergeant Glover.
Is this a coincidence or
do we have a mutual love
of ornamental gardens?
- I lifted your address
off the police computer.
Waited around, and then followed
you.
- I don't think that's quite
the procedure, Sergeant Glover.
- Sod procedure.
You found that kid yet?
Without Kenny Richmond,
nobody's got anything.
Roche knows that.
You're making it easy for him.
And while he's still in jail,
there's still a chance of
finding the boy,
so stop screwing around!
- I wanna tell you something,
Mike.
'Tis Mike, isn't it?
We don't appreciate being
followed, and what is that?
- I'm being careful.
So should you.
- All right, listen, come on,
let's go.
- What'd he do to you?
- I'm overzealous, it seems.
Don't be his friend, Rose,
'cause he'll hurt you.
I mean he'll really hurt you.
- Come on.
? I can make
? My first steps
Max?
- Hi.
Looking for a bike?
- No, I'm Mr. Maloney,
this is Rose Linden.
We're from the Criminal
Justice Review Agency.
We want to talk to you about
your father, Marcus Roche.
- Look, I have nothing to do
with him.
Do you understand?
- Why not?
- I live my own life here.
Just go, please, go away.
- Max?
What'd he do to you?
- He killed my mother.
Is that enough for you?
- Thought she died in a car
crash.
- You don't really know him, do
you?
- What about your grandmother,
Anna?
You ever go and see her?
- Look, I'm very busy.
He got her, he got them all.
- Well, I'm sorry, Max, but we
need to ask
about your cousin, Kenny.
He could be a very important
witness.
- Yeah, kid Kenny really dropped
the old bastard in it, didn't
he?
- Well, he's gone
missing and we're trying-
- Come on.
This is my father, of course
he's missing!
- What d'you mean?
- They'll never find him.
Nobody will.
? Scares me more every day
? On my knees
He writes to me every three
days for the last five years.
- Well, do you reply?
- If you see my father, tell
him
Tell him I'm looking forward
to spitting on his grave.
- What?
- Nothing!
That's a nice jumper.
- You think it's too much?
Shit!
Give me one of those.
- You feeling a bit nervous?
- Shut up.
- So.
Who is it, Maloney?
Who's my date?
- It's a surprise.
- It's Phil from personnel,
isn't it?
- Yes.
Oh, Rose, no, don't!
Look, there was nobody else I
could-
Look, just sit down, will you?
For Christ's sake, bloody hell.
Look, sit down!
You're always on the way out,
aren't you?
I ask you to do this one thing
for me,
just be nice for once in your
life.
I don't get enough sex!
I want some sex!
- Um-
- So unless you're
volunteering, please
don't blow this for me!
- Hi, you must be Julie?
- Hi.
I had a bit of trouble
finding it, so sorry.
- No, it's fine, great.
You came, great! Lovely!
I mean you look lovely.
- Thank you.
- I'll take this for you.
This is Rose Linden,
my colleague from work.
Please, sit down.
I'll
Right, would you like a drink?
- Oh, yes please.
- It's Marcus.
- Hello, Mum.
- Hello, Marcus.
They've been to see me.
- I hope they were
polite.
- Yes.
Oh, yes.
- Is there anything
you need to tell me, Mum?
- No.
It's exactly as it was.
- Good, that's good,
Mum.
I love you.
- Yes.
- Good night!
- Hang on, kid.
Hang on.
- And then I was in
Zimbabwe for three years.
- Oh, fantastic!
I was there in 1993.
- Yeah? Did you like it?
- Oh, god yeah.
It's a bit hairy, but-
- Oh, tell me about it.
- What were you doing?
- I was doing some volunteer
work
for a charity organisation.
What were you doing there?
- Oh, that's a long
story.
- Go on.
- Well, I went
out to design a software.
- Yes?
- How are your chops?
- Sorry?
- Your chops.
- Memorable.
- That's good.
You can't beat a good chop.
- Jacket's on fire, Phil.
- What?
- So, yeah.
So how long did you spend out
there?
- Shall we get the bill?
Maloney?
- Well, we haven't had dessert
yet.
Fancy some pud, Julie?
- I quite fancy sticky toffee
pudding.
Would you like some?
- Yes, please.
- Yeah, the night's young, huh?
Cheers!
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
- Result.
- What did you say?
- Nothing.
You all right?
- I'm fine.
I had a great time last night.
It wasn't quite what I expected.
- Yeah.
Me neither.
Didn't hear you come in last
night.
Did you-?
- Nope.
- What, didn't Phil-
- He tried.
- Still got the-
- Yes.
Went for a walk.
Seemed like the best thing.
- So how long have you two lived
together?
- It's just temporary, I
got kicked out my flat.
- Oh.
- Really nice of Maloney to take
me in.
- Yeah, but it's just temporary.
- Yeah.
- I see.
Fine.
- Think I'll go to work.
You coming?
- No, I thought I might
come in a bit later and
go over some stuff here.
- Okay.
You go over your stuff.
It's really nice to meet you,
Julie.
- Yeah.
Quite the personality.
- Yeah.
Rose really is
Yeah.
- I think I'd like to go
back to bed now, please.
- No problem.
Sorry.
Can't believe I've
- Then I want to know
everything about you.
Everything.
- Ms. Linden, you've
finished your preliminary-
- As a matter of fact, I was in
the area,
looking for a flat.
- Really?
To rent or buy?
- They don't pay very much at
the CJRA.
- No, oh well.
The renting sector is so
flexible, I find.
- Well, it would be.
I don't do so well on the credit
checks.
- Chaotic with your money,
hapless with your personal life,
and yet you are so efficient in
your work.
- I am good at my job, yeah.
- You think I'm a very bad man,
but somehow you've sensed
it's all a bit too convenient
that I should kill my family
so clumsily, so ineffectively.
Say it isn't so.
- Do you have the boy?
- Oh, really?
You think I'm capable of that?
My own nephew?
- Well, if you didn't commit
these murders, then who?
- What do you think I've
thought about in here
for four years?
- Let go.
- Shut up.
- Can I help you?
- That idiot, Glover,
took to wearing a wire
every time he spoke to me.
- Wires are not our style,
Marcus.
- I'm very glad to hear it.
- Sergeant Glover,
he really despises you.
- Well, he has good reason.
I ruined his career.
- Why?
- Because I could.
He got fixated about a
fire in a building I owned
and he was suspicious.
- Rightly so.
- Oh, come on.
You can do better than that.
Somehow, I offend Mike's
sensibilities,
but I don't think he recruited
the plods
to off my family to frame me up.
That would require imagination.
Your son?
- Ah, Max.
Oh, you've seen Max.
How is my little Quisling?
- He says you killed his mother.
- Yes.
He says that.
He was a drunk, he drove
a car over the bridge,
and maybe I contributed to that.
- I know you write to him.
- Does he read my letters?
- Yes.
- I'm getting out.
- It isn't decided.
- I've thought about things in
here.
About change.
I am getting out.
Watch in wonder, Ms. Linden.
And now, if you'll excuse me,
I have toilets I have to clean.
- Good morning, CJRA?
Yes, that may -
Good morning, CJRA?
- Productive day so far?
- Yep.
Not too tiring?
- No.
- Maloney, is that a love bite?
- Jesus!
Am I not allowed any private
life?
- Not when that much suction's
involved.
- All right, all right, listen.
I think Julie's terrific, okay?
She's interesting and clever
and we got loads in common,
and yes, she's fantastic in bed,
and she thinks I'm fantastic as
well
and we did the lot several
times!
I didn't know I had it in me!
Now, is there anything
else you'd like to know?
- Joyce!
- You're wanted in Wallace's
office.
- Thanks.
- Rose.
Maloney.
This is Sir Andy Ross QC.
He's counsel to Mr. Roche.
- We've arranged to speak
to you next week about it.
- Well, that won't be necessary
now that the CJRA has
referred Mr. Roche's case
to the court of appeal.
- And I made the referral.
- On what grounds?
- Mrs. Roche has changed her
testimony.
- Yes, we think there's a
possibility
she may be acting under duress.
- Let me tell you Mr. Maloney,
that would be a very,
very expensive allegation
to repeat in public.
I expect Mr. Roche to be
released on bail,
pending the appeal.
- Just hang on-
- So I would like to commend
the CJRA on Mr. Roche's behalf
for all your splendid work.
- Thank you.
- Yes.
I believe that concludes
your investigation for now.
It does conclude it, does it
not?
- Oh yes, indeed.
- Thank you for all you've done.
- You had no right, you had
no authority to do that.
- Sit down, Rose.
- What's the matter, Wallace?
Too many friends?
Too much wind
in his trees for you?
- Yes, sit down.
I am not dragging this
agency into a dog fight
with the most expensive lawyer
in Britain.
- That is not the way we do
things here.
We don't shortcut the whole
process
just because somebody has money.
- We have no brief to continue.
Officially, you are off it!
Unofficial, of course,
that's a different matter.
Well, I can't be
responsible for what you do
in your spare time, can I?
Which, as of now, I'm
giving you quite a lot of.
- Okay.
- So, is Roche
making a monkey out of us?
- Yep.
- Well, in that case, I
want you to take him down.
Hard.
Okay?
- Sir Andrew, hi.
I'm just very, very pleased to
be taking
a first step towards justice,
I really don't want to answer
questions,
but I would like to thank you
for coming.
- That's all for now,
nothing further will be said
until Mr. Roche is cleared
at appeal, thank you.
- Killed them, Roche.
You killed them.
What makes you think you
can get away with it?
- I really think you ought
to move on, don't you?
- What is that? The eighth,
ninth,
tenth person you've killed now?
Eh? What about others, hey?
What about the people who
died in the flats you burnt?
- They're in the past,
Glover, rather like you.
- What are
these allegations about?
- They burnt alive 'cause
they couldn't get out!
You killed them, Roche!
- What are we doing here, Rose?
- Just letting him know we care.
- He's too clever.
- Oh, we're clever too.
Well, I am, anyway, you're
just a girl with a hickey.
- You a little bit jealous Rose?
- You know I am, Maloney.
- Rose.
- Hello, Max.
- Well, what was all that about?
- I suppose you can hate someone
and I miss them like crazy too.
Come on.
- So what do we do now?
Now we've put the fear
of god into Roche, not?
- What are we leaving out here?
- Well, I suppose we're
leaving out the possibility
that Roche may be innocent.
But what do we really know about
Alan Richmond and his wife?
Perhaps they had other enemies.
- He'd certainly fallen out with
Roche,
he'd caused a rift between
father and son over money.
- What? And Roche caused a
bloodbath because of that?
No, why did he want Alan dead?
There must be something bigger.
Maybe something hidden in
the business relationship.
- So how do we find that out?
- Well, I'll go through
the financial stuff again
and see if I can pin down
the nominee relationships
within the overall holding
company frameworks.
- You see Maloney, this is why I
need you.
That only sounds like English
on a superficial level.
- Okay.
I'll take you home tonight.
- This came through for
you from an estate agent.
You still looking for somewhere
to live?
Now that Maloney's in love's
tender grasp and everything?
- Yeah, okay, I'm really
good about this, aren't I?
- Yes, yes she is.
- Apart from Roche,
who's still alive who knew
Alan Richmond really well?
Who really knew him?
Hello?
- You didn't say you were
coming.
Yvette needs to be here when
people come.
- I'm sure you can manage
perfectly well without Yvette.
- Well, what do you want?
I can't tell you any more about
this.
- Can't or won't?
Can I ask, how does it make you
feel
to think your own son killed
your husband and daughter,
and would've killed you if he
could?
- I don't believe that.
I won't believe it.
- I know about Alan and Marcus.
Why they hated each other so
much.
- No, you can't.
Who told you?
Max.
Max told you.
- Yes.
- He's such a bloody fool!
He'll ruin everything.
It was all for the boy.
- For Kenny?
- Oh god.
We can't let Marcus have him.
Don't you see?
We had to hide him.
- Yes, I see.
? Please keep your hands down
and stop raising your voice ?
? It's hardly what I'd be
doing if you gave me a choice ?
? It's a simple suggestion
- We know you've got it, Max.
And your father's free.
How long do you think it's gonna
take him
to get it out of her?
- You did this!
- No.
Truth comes out, Max.
It's just a matter of how and
when.
- All right, boys?
- [Boy] Hey, Max!
- Which one is he?
- Kenny's 15.
They grow up, you know?
[door creaks open]
- Whose house is this?
- Jenny's, a friend.
She has her own kids, so
no one notices one extra.
You can't come up.
He's scared of men, he'll run.
[stairs creak]
[phone dialling]
- Hello?
- Hello?
- Yeah, hi, it's me.
- Hi, stranger.
- Yeah, yeah, I've been busy.
But we've just found
someone we're looking for.
But what are you doing later?
- I was thinking I'd
come around to your place.
[Maloney chuckling]
- Well, you can do that if you'd
like.
It's a big bath.
Well, big enough for us two.
Yeah, you can light my candle.
- Okay [chuckling
seductively]
I'll see you at seven.
Maloney?
Hello?
- He won't be able to tell you
anything.
- Max, we need to put this
right.
If you father's guilty, can he
say-
- You think I'm gonna put
him through all that again?
- He's 15, like you say.
He's growing up.
[knocks on door]
- Hey!
I've brought someone.
- Who's she?
- She wants to be a friend.
- Hi, Kenny.
How are you?
I was wondering if you
could tell me some things.
- What things?
- I want
I'd like to talk to you
about your Uncle Marcus.
[Kenny inhales sharply]
[poignant music]
Kenny.
- I'm deaf.
Tell her, Max.
I can't hear what people say.
- That's how it goes.
- [Kenny] That's how it goes.
- I know this must be a terrible
thing
for you to think about.
But can you remember about the
night
your uncle Marcus came
to your father's farm?
[Kenny sniffs nervously]
- She's not a friend.
I don't hear things, that's how
it goes.
- Listen, I can have him
out of here in 20 minutes.
We've practised.
You'd never see us again.
- You think your father would
harm Kenny,
perhaps even kill him, to stop
him from testifying again?
[Max chuckling]
- Dad doesn't wanna hurt Kenny,
that's the last thing he wants.
- Do you want to illuminate us?
[Max sighs]
- My mother three days before
she died.
I'd just got four A levels at
Radley.
Starred As, the lot, not
that he'd bloody notice.
But we went up to London anyway
so that he could at least
take us out for dinner.
Only, we got there early.
[heavy breathing]
He was entertaining his sister.
- Yes, yes!
[Marcus and Danuta breathing
heavily]
- Oh god.
Oh god, god.
- Elizabeth.
You're early.
- Wait outside, Max.
- No.
- How long, Danuta?
- Always.
I love him, Elizabeth.
[traffic rumbling distantly]
- Get out, boy.
Get out of here.
[cutlery clinking]
I think it took my mum a
couple of days to work it out.
Why dad loved Kenny so much.
And that's when she drank
herself stupid
and went out in the BMW.
Dad's sorry, he writes to me.
He understands what I did.
[poignant music]
- Max.
What are you doing here?
- Technically, Dad and
Danuta weren't related.
But that wasn't much
compensation to Alan.
Especially when he
realised Kenny wasn't his.
[Alan retching]
Alan told him he would kill him.
I wish he had.
Instead, he went to my
grandfather.
Granddad gave Danuta a choice;
you either stay with your
husband and keep quiet-
- Or be cast out.
- And that's why he killed them
all.
He wants my brother and he can't
have him.
He can't have him.
- So now what do we do?
- I don't know.
Can't let him testify again.
- No, I suppose not.
- I need to think.
[engine rumbling]
[engine rumbling]
[power tool buzzing]
- Sorry about that, Rose Linden.
- Yeah, hi.
- It's this way.
- Okay.
- [Agent] They're not selling
very well.
- No?
- Area's got a bit of coming up
to do,
so the managing company
will reduce the deposit
and waive the credit checks
for an early decision.
Look around, see what you think.
[door snaps shut]
[poignant music]
[car door slams shut]
[lock clicks]
- You're gonna stay?
- Where do you think I'm going?
- Well, I've had problems
with women who leave town.
- Leave town?
- Yep.
They actually feel they
have to move to another city
after getting involved me.
[Julie chuckling]
- Well, I am going nowhere.
[Julie sighs]
- I've gotta do some work
tonight,
but I don't mind if you wanna-
- No, it's fine.
I can read my book.
What have you got to do?
- Just go through some evidence.
See if I can stop someone
getting away with murder.
- I thought you'd made
a breakthrough today?
You found the person you were
looking for?
- Well, it didn't quite work
out.
- No?
- No, we thought he'd be a
good witness, but he isn't.
- Why?
Isn't he sure what he saw
anymore?
What was this exactly?
- Doesn't matter.
I'm just gonna run a bath.
[water trickling]
- Hi!
Well, that's one less woman in
your life.
- Sorry?
- I've got a flat, I'm moving in
tomorrow.
- Oh.
- Well, you can have your
lover's lair, Maloney.
Is she here?
- Yes, she's
- Okay, well, let's celebrate!
Hi!
- Hi!
- Hi!
- A flat? Wow, I
mean, that's great news.
God!
Oh, god!
- What's the matter?
- Nothing.
- Are you upset because I'm
moving out?
- No.
I'm not upset because
you're moving out, I'm fine.
- Okay, well you've had a face
on you like a slapped arse
since last night, so come on.
- It's Julie, Rose.
She's spying on me.
[Rose sniggers]
She's asking questions.
She's going through my stuff.
- Maloney, you're being
paranoid, you met her-
- When she ran me down in
a supermarket car park.
She set me up.
It was what? Only a week
after we took Roche on.
[phone rings distantly]
- Is she that good in bed?
- Bloody terrific.
- Well, you have your memories.
- Yeah.
- I am sorry, Maloney.
- Why does this keep
happening to me, Rose?
- They don't know you like I
know you.
- Thanks.
- Where are they?!
- You're not allowed in there!
Sir, sorry!
- Hello, Max.
- You told him.
You bastards, you told
him where Kenny was!
They broke in last night and
took him.
- Look, if your dad's got
Kenny, the police will find him.
- You think my father
would be that careless?
- Oh, I'm so sorry, Max.
- I promised my gran I would
look after him and you,
he just,
he's won.
- Mr. Roche, I promise you,
nobody at this agency
gave away any information.
- They led him to me.
Now keep them away, all right?
Keep them away from me.
- No, no, just leave him.
- Max!
[Wallace sighs]
I thought you were supposed to
be good.
- Yeah, we are good, Wallace.
It's just that Roche is better.
- You see, if you say that
he wanted a reconciliation
with his sons, really,
that is a pretty strange
way to go about it.
- Well, he's kept Kenny
away from the retrial.
Mission accomplished.
- You know, Wallace is right.
Something's not showing.
- Fax came through.
- Not now.
- It's from Anna Roche.
She wants to change her
testimony.
She's going back to her original
story.
She'll say she saw Roche at the
farm.
- I'll call her.
- I just did.
She got a cab and left.
- To where?
- She's gone into hiding.
She's gonna stand up to him.
- Well there, that kills the
appeal.
You've got the result you want!
- Why'd she do this now?
Roche has got her grandson.
- Has he?
- Max and Anna, maybe they're
just hiding him from us again.
[phone ringing]
[children shouting]
[train rattling]
[knocker clacking on door]
[door clicks open]
- Nice, hey?
- Jesus, Mike.
- Roche sent me a message.
I've been suspended.
[Glover sighs]
- I used to do this in my
flat,
but I found it got me
down in the mornings.
Who are they?
- The people that died
when he burnt down Arkwright
Court seven years ago.
- Arkwright Court?
- What?
- It's nothing.
- Couldn't nail
him for that, of course.
He walked away.
Just like he's gonna
walk away from this one.
- So what you gonna do?
- Go away.
His friends have made sure
I'll never work again.
He's beaten me.
- So?
What's this?
- It's my wire.
I don't need it anymore.
I'm relying on you,
Rose, don't let me down.
Just find a way to nail him.
- Maloney? The door is open.
[door slams shut]
Maloney!
You sounded funny on the phone.
[bouquet wrapper crinkling]
For you.
Oh, you worked it out then?
- Who are you, Julie?
I'd really like to know.
For example, who you
think you're working for?
- I don't know exactly,
some newspaper guy.
- Yeah, and you don't inquire
too closely
'cause you're some kind of
freelancer and you're getting
paid.
[Julie sighs]
- I'm sorry.
They wanted to find the boy
but they rang me today and paid
me off,
so it doesn't matter-
- Oh, it matters.
- Look, I've never met him,
so I wouldn't be able to
identify him.
- No, no, no, of course not.
Well, you've been paid.
Why don't you go and get your
things?
[hurried footsteps]
[phone keypad beeps]
- Is it worth saying I really
liked you?
- Piss off, Julie.
- Goodbye, Maloney.
[footsteps walking]
[scooter buzzing by]
[door slams shut]
[phone dialling]
- [Joyce] Hello?
- Hello Joyce, it's
Maloney.
Hold on a second.
- [Joyce] Maloney?
Maloney!
- Yes, you've got a contact
on the police computer.
Can he match addresses to
numbers?
- [Joyce] Yeah, sure, give me
the numbers.
[hammer banging]
[footsteps walking]
[siren wailing distantly]
[door clicks open]
[footsteps walking]
- What have you done to my
mother, Rose?
- The landlord.
- Well, it's difficult to
actually
prove I own this building, but
yes.
- Why?
- You needed somewhere to live.
I thought it might make
you think more of me.
- Well, it doesn't.
- So what did you say to my
mother?
- Oh, she did it all by herself,
Marcus.
- I had a deep affection
for all my family.
- Especially Danuta.
- Max told you?
- Yeah.
- I'd never hurt her, never,
couldn't.
I loved her.
I know you find this
difficult to bear Rose,
but I didn't kill them.
Actually, I'm innocent.
- You do kill people
who cross you, Marcus.
Like those Kurdish people who
lived here
before you burnt them out.
- That was different.
They were standing in the way of
commerce.
And I only supplied the
thugs with the fire lighters.
They died.
And look how beautiful this
place is now.
You know I would give you this
flat.
Anything for my son.
[Rose scoffs]
- Oh, I know you have Kenny.
- What?
You disappoint me, Rose.
I thought you were brighter than
that.
I've lost so much.
All I want is my family.
That's all.
- Yeah?
- Rose, I'm onto
something.
Can you pick me up?
- Give him back, Dad.
- Max.
You following me?
- Please.
You can't have him.
- I'm sorry.
I swear to you, Max,
on your mother's grave.
I didn't take him.
I'm sorry I offend you.
- I'd like to kill you.
- That's how it goes with
sons and fathers, sometimes.
Stick with her, Max.
Believe me this once.
She might be our only hope.
- What is this, Maloney?
- Joyce turned up a nail salon
in Peckham,
calls to mobiles in New
Castle, Dublin, and Japan.
And six calls to and from here.
Well, what else have we got,
Rose?
- Yeah?
- Parcel.
- Leave it on the step.
- Gotta sign for it, mate.
- Okay.
Okay.
Just come in.
Really, I think you
should just step inside.
- Oh, shit.
- Go through.
Not very civilised I'm afraid.
Sorry, I'd really rather
not have to kill you,
but I'm not sure there's an
alternative.
- Oh, you have Kenny!
- Upstairs.
Julie proved quite unnecessary
in the end.
You led me straight to him,
thanks.
- Couldn't live with it?
Marriage was a lie, son was a
lie.
Couldn't forgive her.
- Yeah, yeah, whatever.
Will you tell her to be
quiet? I need to think.
- Rose
- Why did you kill them all?
- Because they knew.
They knew long before
stupid little Max told me.
They used me to cover up
their filthy little secret.
They pimped their daughter to me
to make her look respectable.
So I punished them.
- No!
- No, please!
- No!
- What's happening?
Please!
- Oh god, no, no!
No, please, whatever he's
done, I beg of you, please!
Leave us alone, we have
a child, I'm begging you!
- You hurt me, Danuta.
You think I can live with that?
- I'm guessing that they shot
you with a blank cartridge.
'Cause the whole thing turned
on Anna seeing you dead
and Kenny hearing Roche's voice.
- I just taped him in
a couple of meetings.
I carry it with me everywhere.
It cheers me up when I'm down.
- That's enough,
we'll leave him.
Tell the driver we're on the
move.
- Uncle Marcus.
- You went to a lot of trouble,
Alan.
- He screwed my wife, and
now he's suffered for it.
Anyway, I have a lot of things
to do.
And I'm leaving with my son.
- But he isn't yours, Alan.
- Well, that's not his fault.
And I missed him.
It's gonna be tough for Marcus.
No mum to speak up for him.
After I explained to her exactly
what would happen to her
precious grandson if she did.
- You think you'll get away?
- I am away.
I have his boy,
and I think there's a pretty
fair chance
that Marcus will go back to
jail for the rest of his life.
Don't you?
- Max! Max, that's
enough!
That's enough!
- Max!
Enough!
- Ken!
- Mate, make them stop.
Please, please, just make them
stop.
- It's okay!
It's stopped.
It's stopped now.
- Oh my god.
Genius.
Can I hear that again?
That's enough, we're leaving!
Tell the driver we're on the
move.
- We're very grateful to you.
The appeal will be a formality
now, wouldn't you say?
- Oh, absolutely, and I
think our case managers
should be commended.
- You do kill people
who cross you, Marcus.
Like those Kurdish people who
lived here
before you burnt them out.
- Hello, Marcus.
- That was different.
They were standing in the way of
commerce.
And I only supplied the
thugs with the firelighters.
They died.
- We'll supply you with a copy,
of course,
and the police already have the
original.
So, Sergeant Glover, please feel
free
to use this office for
as long as you like.
- Marcus Roche, I'm
arresting you on the suspicion
of murder of seven individuals
at Arkwright Court, Hackney,
on the 17th of March, 1998.
Do I have to say anything?
- Bye-bye, Marcus.
- Bye!
- I told you they were good.
- Does this mean you'll
be moving back in, Rose?
- Have you been missing me,
Maloney?
- Well, I enjoy your company.
Is it okay to say that?
- Yes, it's okay.
- It's customary to repay a
compliment.
- All right, I enjoy your
company too.
- Thank you.
- Now, shall we get on?
- Yeah, next case.
Kenny!
- Alan?
Alan, did you get potatoes?
- Yeah, lovey.
Okay, wash these potatoes
in the sink, please.
- Okay, Dad.
Granny and Granddad are here!
- Alan, Mum and Dad are here!
- Yeah, yeah.
- Morning Granny!
- Ooh, you're getting too
heavy!
- Come on son, I can take
you.
Hup!
- Hi, Dad.
- Oh, lovely to see you.
- Your bloody father!
He won't drive on the motorway.
- Hi, Mum, how are you?
- I'm all right.
- Good, good.
- And he swerved right
through the lot of them,
going like a bullet, didn't you?
- Yeah, and I scored right
between posts, Granddad.
- Well done, my son!
But it's still the wrong game
and the wrong shaped ball.
- I hate footie, I'm a rugga
bugger.
- Kenny, shush!
- But Dad says that.
- Well, I'm not sure that I
actually use the expression.
- Yes, you do.
Pass the spinach and
stop corrupting our son.
- You're a squealer.
- Are you expecting anyone?
- It's Marcus.
I invited him.
- Alan, you know he can't come
here-
- He's your brother!
- You shouldn't have done that,
Alan.
- You had no right.
I thought we said it was all
over!
- Dad! Dad!
- Ben!
Oh god!
- Christ!
- Everybody stay
where you are!
- Oh my god!
- Get back!
Sit down!
Leave the boy!
Leave him!
Leave the boy!
These two first, out!
Out!
- What's happening here?!
Where are you taking us?
Kenny!
Kenny!
- Go!
Come on!
- No!
- No, please!
- No!
- What's happening?!
Please!
- Oh, god, no, no!
No, please! Whatever
he's done, I beg of you!
Please! Leave us alone, we have
a child!
I'm begging you!
- Danuta!
- Gran, what's happening?
- Run, Kenny!
Run!
Run!
Kenny, run!
Run!
- Don't hurt me.
Don't hurt me.
Don't hurt me.
Don't hurt me.
Don't hurt me.
- That's enough,
we're leaving.
- Uncle Marcus.
- Tell the
driver we're on the move.
- Uncle Marcus.
Uncle Marcus.
- We found him in the morning.
He hadn't moved.
He was dehydrated,
suffering from the shock and
hypothermia.
- Who raised the alarm, Sergeant
Glover?
- His grandmother.
They shot her twice and left her
for dead.
She crawled out a mile to the
road.
It took her 16 hours.
- God, that's awful.
How'd she survive?
- She thinks that
something disturbed them.
They were using napalm to burn
the bodies.
- And the boy said that he
recognised his uncle's voice?
Do you think it's possible
that he could've been mistaken?
- It was him, Marcus Roche.
Look, took me nearly seven
years to nail that lizard.
Now you and your precious
miscarriage agency
are saying that he's innocent?
- We're not saying he's
innocent.
- He slaughtered his family.
And I got him, but he got me
back.
- How do you mean, Sergeant
Glover?
- He's got friends.
Look, it doesn't matter.
Just let him rot in jail.
If not for this, for all the
other shit that he's pulled.
- He says he's a respectable
property developer.
- You sound like all the
millions about being
respectable.
Marcus Roche is an extortionist.
He's a blackmailing,
bribe-giving,
knee capping bastard.
- I don't think there's
any evidence of that.
- What are you? His lawyer?
All his contacts are everywhere.
Police, press, the home office.
Couldn't get him out of this.
So you just let that dog sleep,
'cause believe me, he can do
you.
I mean he can really do you.
Just ask that kid, Kenny.
- Uncle Marcus.
Uncle Marcus.
Uncle Marcus.
- This is the murdered
couple, Alan and Danuta,
with her brother, Marcus.
Marcus Roche and Alan
Richmond were partners
in the property development
business for 14 years.
Alan and Danuta had
been married since 1988.
The Benmark Development, Dowling
House,
Waxham Wharf Hotel, Arkwright
Court, Chelsea Mansions.
All owned by Marcus or
Alan or their companies.
Between them, about 200
million quid's worth.
That's Marcus' house.
Or at least it was until Alan
reported him
to the inland revenue for tax
evasion.
And they impounded it.
Two months later, Richmond
and his family were dead.
- Jesus!
So how did he get all this?
- Official or unofficial?
- Unofficial please.
- Usually by buying up slum
properties
in up and coming areas, and
after a while
the residents decide they
don't wanna live there anymore.
- Because?
- Oh, you know, power
cuts, contaminated water,
nasty thugs pissing on the
stairs,
the odd Molotov cocktail in the
mail.
Usually followed by a less
than generous offer to vacate.
- There've been four serious
fires
in residential properties
owned by Marcus Roche.
Seven Kurdish refugees
died in this one in 1998.
It was called a racist attack,
but nobody believed that.
Marcus completed a
residential flat development
on the site two years later.
- You see, he's got friends,
Wallace.
- I know, they keep ringing me.
Very concerned to hear
what we propose to do.
What do we propose to do?
- Find the boy.
Find Kenny Richmond.
- Any problem with that?
- Marcus' lawyers say Alan's
relatives
whisked him away to
France after the trial.
There's no address for them.
- Well, that's 'cause they're
hiding.
- Well, do you want to
hear the funny thing?
- Well, how funny is it?
- I checked the records
office, electoral rolls,
everything; and Alan Richmond
had no living relatives.
His son's disappeared off
the face of the earth.
- It's very good of
Mr. Roche to fit us in.
- Come in!
- You can go in now.
- Mr. Maloney, Ms. Linden.
Nice to meet you at last.
Rose Linden?
I'm told you're the best
investigator in your
organisation.
- Well, I-
- I only deal with the best, of
course.
Kettle is on, can I offer you
some tea?
- Yes, please.
- I have Earl Grey, camomile,
peppermint.
Unfortunately, no lemons.
- Well, I'll have peppermint
please.
[package crinkling]
- How can I help you?
- Mr. Roche, you requested this
meeting
which we don't regard
as strictly necessary.
We're only at initial stages-
- I should like to be released
by the end of the month.
- Oh, I don't think
that's gonna be possible.
- How is Sergeant Glover?
- Pardon?
- Poor old Mike, still a
sergeant after all these years.
I guess you can do your job too
well.
- There's no question of being
released
next month, Mr. Roche.
- But I'm innocent.
- Your brother-in-law, father,
sister were all murdered
after you'd fallen out with
him over a business deal.
- That is ridiculous.
As I said at the trial,
I asked my parents to look
after some money for me.
- Four million pounds in
an off shore trust account.
- I'm a property developer,
sometime you need money to be
invisible.
Alan was jealous because I
hadn't included him in the deal.
Dad got needlessly scrupulous,
but I wouldn't kill them for
that.
Four million isn't so much
at the end of the day.
- Do you still claim that this
family rift was healed and
you got your money back
before they were murdered?
- Voila, there you are.
- But that wasn't believed
in court, Mr. Roche.
We need new evidence or
there's nothing we can do.
- What are you? Some kind of
imbecile?
- There are many problems, Mr.
Roche.
Not least that your mother and
your nephew
both placed you do at the scene.
- I love my mother and
I think that finally,
she understands that.
You know she's withdrawn her
testimony?
That's the new evidence.
Mother knows now that she was
mistaken
and she will say so.
Look, all I need from you is a
referral
to the court of appeal and my
lawyers
will deal with everything else.
How much is an acquittal these
days?
100,000?
150?
- What about Kenny?
Your nephew?
- Alas, young Kenny's
whereabouts are unknown.
Such a pity he won't be able to
testify.
Oh, do I amuse you, Mr. Maloney?
- No.
- Did you say peppermint?
- He's not getting a referral
from me.
- By the book, okay?
If his mother backs him up,
we make the recommendation,
get out of his life.
- Maloney, he slaughtered his
whole family
in total cold blood because
they stole some money from him!
- Yeah, maybe.
I can't get the measure
of him, he's oddly-
- Likeable.
- Yeah.
His wife was killed in
a road accident in 1999.
There's one son, Max, aged
24, lives in Stoke Newington.
Oh, Roche disinherited him
after a family argument.
- What about?
- Doesn't say.
I thought you were giving up.
- Yeah, I am.
- You're wearing a patch.
- Yeah, they're rather good,
I've found,
but you need a bit of topping
up.
- I tell you what?
I'll buy you dinner on Thursday
and you get through it
without smoking if you can.
- No problem, you buy me dinner,
right?
- Well, it's not just
dinner I want you for.
- You're supposed to get me
drunk before you're say that.
- Well, the fact is I've got a
sort of,
well, it is a date actually.
- You want me to come on your
date?
- You can smoke, okay?
I just need someone to-
- Make you look good and
tee you up for a shag?
- No!
Well, yeah.
I'll find someone for you.
- Who is she?
- She backed into my trolley
in the Waitrose car park,
we got talking.
Her name's Julie.
- Is she nice?
- Yeah, really nice.
I mean, really nice.
- Eh?
- And I thought it might be a
good idea
if there wasn't just the
two of us on the first date.
- No.
Okay, but no dross on
my side of the table,
so not Phil from personnel,
okay?
- Oh, Phil's nice.
- He's impotent!
- No, that's just a rumour.
- Not to me, it isn't.
- Anna's very anxious to see
you.
She's a lovely old lady.
And brave.
Here we are.
Anna?
- Thank you, Yvette.
- Mrs. Roche, I'm Mr.
Maloney from the CJRA.
This is Rose Linden.
- Hello.
- Thank you for coming.
- I'm Anna's personal advisor.
I take care of any
issues which might arise.
- Issues?
- Please, sit down.
You wanted to ask me about
Marcus.
About why I said he was there
when
When my family
Family
- It's okay, Anna.
They won't stay long.
Just tell them what you want to
say.
- Anna, at the trial,
you said that you saw your
son Marcus Roche that night.
- I only said that 'cause of
Kenny.
I wanted to back him up.
- And now that's changed?
- I thought
I was wrong.
- There had been a family
disagreement though,
is that right?
- I don't think that's
relevant to this discussion.
Anna is simply saying
that she was mistaken.
- You had fallen out
with your son over money.
- I never understood all that.
- Do you think that I don't
know that you turned me-
- Marcus wanted Ben
to look after some money.
Alan said it was illegal,
we could go to jail.
- Now you're
trying to turn my father-
- All I said was-
til I know it's legal or
straight.
- Don't talk to me about
straight, Dad!
I can only take this much
hypocrisy!
- It was terrible.
Grown men fighting like that.
- Shut it up! And you-
- Why's Uncle Marcus shouting
at Daddy and Grandpop?
- Be quiet, quiet!
Christ, shut up, Marcus!
- Tell him to shut up!
- I said shut up, all of you!
It's Kenny's birthday.
Christ sakes.
Sorry, Mum.
- Ben only wanted to
teach Marcus a lesson.
- What lesson?
- That he couldn't just
trample all over people.
But it's all been sorted out.
It's been explained to me now.
- Mrs. Roche, who do you think
did this?
- Marcus would never have harmed
Danuta.
He loved his sister.
- What about you?
Does he love you?
- He's taking care of me now.
When your children are
adopted, it can be complicated.
- I'm sorry.
You said adopted?
- Yes.
I couldn't have children.
It took us five years to get
Marcus.
Another three to get Danuta.
We thought we'd never be unhappy
again.
- I think you should go now.
- Mrs. Roche, do you know where
Kenny,
where your grandson is?
Because a lot of people
would like to speak to him.
- I don't know.
Alan's family took him.
We lost him.
- You see our infor-
- That must've been terrible for
you.
- Mrs. Roche has told you all
she can.
Okay?
- Why didn't we know that Roche
and his sister were adopted?
- Families have secrets.
- But she must know Alan
Richmond
didn't have any relatives,
so why'd she lie?
- Unless
- Unless Roche has Kenny.
She changes her story, Kenny
gets to carry on living.
- And you really think
he's capable of that?
- She was very guarded,
was very scared, I'd say.
- He's gonna walk, isn't he?
- You're wasting your time.
She's lying.
- Hello, Sergeant Glover.
Is this a coincidence or
do we have a mutual love
of ornamental gardens?
- I lifted your address
off the police computer.
Waited around, and then followed
you.
- I don't think that's quite
the procedure, Sergeant Glover.
- Sod procedure.
You found that kid yet?
Without Kenny Richmond,
nobody's got anything.
Roche knows that.
You're making it easy for him.
And while he's still in jail,
there's still a chance of
finding the boy,
so stop screwing around!
- I wanna tell you something,
Mike.
'Tis Mike, isn't it?
We don't appreciate being
followed, and what is that?
- I'm being careful.
So should you.
- All right, listen, come on,
let's go.
- What'd he do to you?
- I'm overzealous, it seems.
Don't be his friend, Rose,
'cause he'll hurt you.
I mean he'll really hurt you.
- Come on.
? I can make
? My first steps
Max?
- Hi.
Looking for a bike?
- No, I'm Mr. Maloney,
this is Rose Linden.
We're from the Criminal
Justice Review Agency.
We want to talk to you about
your father, Marcus Roche.
- Look, I have nothing to do
with him.
Do you understand?
- Why not?
- I live my own life here.
Just go, please, go away.
- Max?
What'd he do to you?
- He killed my mother.
Is that enough for you?
- Thought she died in a car
crash.
- You don't really know him, do
you?
- What about your grandmother,
Anna?
You ever go and see her?
- Look, I'm very busy.
He got her, he got them all.
- Well, I'm sorry, Max, but we
need to ask
about your cousin, Kenny.
He could be a very important
witness.
- Yeah, kid Kenny really dropped
the old bastard in it, didn't
he?
- Well, he's gone
missing and we're trying-
- Come on.
This is my father, of course
he's missing!
- What d'you mean?
- They'll never find him.
Nobody will.
? Scares me more every day
? On my knees
He writes to me every three
days for the last five years.
- Well, do you reply?
- If you see my father, tell
him
Tell him I'm looking forward
to spitting on his grave.
- What?
- Nothing!
That's a nice jumper.
- You think it's too much?
Shit!
Give me one of those.
- You feeling a bit nervous?
- Shut up.
- So.
Who is it, Maloney?
Who's my date?
- It's a surprise.
- It's Phil from personnel,
isn't it?
- Yes.
Oh, Rose, no, don't!
Look, there was nobody else I
could-
Look, just sit down, will you?
For Christ's sake, bloody hell.
Look, sit down!
You're always on the way out,
aren't you?
I ask you to do this one thing
for me,
just be nice for once in your
life.
I don't get enough sex!
I want some sex!
- Um-
- So unless you're
volunteering, please
don't blow this for me!
- Hi, you must be Julie?
- Hi.
I had a bit of trouble
finding it, so sorry.
- No, it's fine, great.
You came, great! Lovely!
I mean you look lovely.
- Thank you.
- I'll take this for you.
This is Rose Linden,
my colleague from work.
Please, sit down.
I'll
Right, would you like a drink?
- Oh, yes please.
- It's Marcus.
- Hello, Mum.
- Hello, Marcus.
They've been to see me.
- I hope they were
polite.
- Yes.
Oh, yes.
- Is there anything
you need to tell me, Mum?
- No.
It's exactly as it was.
- Good, that's good,
Mum.
I love you.
- Yes.
- Good night!
- Hang on, kid.
Hang on.
- And then I was in
Zimbabwe for three years.
- Oh, fantastic!
I was there in 1993.
- Yeah? Did you like it?
- Oh, god yeah.
It's a bit hairy, but-
- Oh, tell me about it.
- What were you doing?
- I was doing some volunteer
work
for a charity organisation.
What were you doing there?
- Oh, that's a long
story.
- Go on.
- Well, I went
out to design a software.
- Yes?
- How are your chops?
- Sorry?
- Your chops.
- Memorable.
- That's good.
You can't beat a good chop.
- Jacket's on fire, Phil.
- What?
- So, yeah.
So how long did you spend out
there?
- Shall we get the bill?
Maloney?
- Well, we haven't had dessert
yet.
Fancy some pud, Julie?
- I quite fancy sticky toffee
pudding.
Would you like some?
- Yes, please.
- Yeah, the night's young, huh?
Cheers!
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
- Result.
- What did you say?
- Nothing.
You all right?
- I'm fine.
I had a great time last night.
It wasn't quite what I expected.
- Yeah.
Me neither.
Didn't hear you come in last
night.
Did you-?
- Nope.
- What, didn't Phil-
- He tried.
- Still got the-
- Yes.
Went for a walk.
Seemed like the best thing.
- So how long have you two lived
together?
- It's just temporary, I
got kicked out my flat.
- Oh.
- Really nice of Maloney to take
me in.
- Yeah, but it's just temporary.
- Yeah.
- I see.
Fine.
- Think I'll go to work.
You coming?
- No, I thought I might
come in a bit later and
go over some stuff here.
- Okay.
You go over your stuff.
It's really nice to meet you,
Julie.
- Yeah.
Quite the personality.
- Yeah.
Rose really is
Yeah.
- I think I'd like to go
back to bed now, please.
- No problem.
Sorry.
Can't believe I've
- Then I want to know
everything about you.
Everything.
- Ms. Linden, you've
finished your preliminary-
- As a matter of fact, I was in
the area,
looking for a flat.
- Really?
To rent or buy?
- They don't pay very much at
the CJRA.
- No, oh well.
The renting sector is so
flexible, I find.
- Well, it would be.
I don't do so well on the credit
checks.
- Chaotic with your money,
hapless with your personal life,
and yet you are so efficient in
your work.
- I am good at my job, yeah.
- You think I'm a very bad man,
but somehow you've sensed
it's all a bit too convenient
that I should kill my family
so clumsily, so ineffectively.
Say it isn't so.
- Do you have the boy?
- Oh, really?
You think I'm capable of that?
My own nephew?
- Well, if you didn't commit
these murders, then who?
- What do you think I've
thought about in here
for four years?
- Let go.
- Shut up.
- Can I help you?
- That idiot, Glover,
took to wearing a wire
every time he spoke to me.
- Wires are not our style,
Marcus.
- I'm very glad to hear it.
- Sergeant Glover,
he really despises you.
- Well, he has good reason.
I ruined his career.
- Why?
- Because I could.
He got fixated about a
fire in a building I owned
and he was suspicious.
- Rightly so.
- Oh, come on.
You can do better than that.
Somehow, I offend Mike's
sensibilities,
but I don't think he recruited
the plods
to off my family to frame me up.
That would require imagination.
Your son?
- Ah, Max.
Oh, you've seen Max.
How is my little Quisling?
- He says you killed his mother.
- Yes.
He says that.
He was a drunk, he drove
a car over the bridge,
and maybe I contributed to that.
- I know you write to him.
- Does he read my letters?
- Yes.
- I'm getting out.
- It isn't decided.
- I've thought about things in
here.
About change.
I am getting out.
Watch in wonder, Ms. Linden.
And now, if you'll excuse me,
I have toilets I have to clean.
- Good morning, CJRA?
Yes, that may -
Good morning, CJRA?
- Productive day so far?
- Yep.
Not too tiring?
- No.
- Maloney, is that a love bite?
- Jesus!
Am I not allowed any private
life?
- Not when that much suction's
involved.
- All right, all right, listen.
I think Julie's terrific, okay?
She's interesting and clever
and we got loads in common,
and yes, she's fantastic in bed,
and she thinks I'm fantastic as
well
and we did the lot several
times!
I didn't know I had it in me!
Now, is there anything
else you'd like to know?
- Joyce!
- You're wanted in Wallace's
office.
- Thanks.
- Rose.
Maloney.
This is Sir Andy Ross QC.
He's counsel to Mr. Roche.
- We've arranged to speak
to you next week about it.
- Well, that won't be necessary
now that the CJRA has
referred Mr. Roche's case
to the court of appeal.
- And I made the referral.
- On what grounds?
- Mrs. Roche has changed her
testimony.
- Yes, we think there's a
possibility
she may be acting under duress.
- Let me tell you Mr. Maloney,
that would be a very,
very expensive allegation
to repeat in public.
I expect Mr. Roche to be
released on bail,
pending the appeal.
- Just hang on-
- So I would like to commend
the CJRA on Mr. Roche's behalf
for all your splendid work.
- Thank you.
- Yes.
I believe that concludes
your investigation for now.
It does conclude it, does it
not?
- Oh yes, indeed.
- Thank you for all you've done.
- You had no right, you had
no authority to do that.
- Sit down, Rose.
- What's the matter, Wallace?
Too many friends?
Too much wind
in his trees for you?
- Yes, sit down.
I am not dragging this
agency into a dog fight
with the most expensive lawyer
in Britain.
- That is not the way we do
things here.
We don't shortcut the whole
process
just because somebody has money.
- We have no brief to continue.
Officially, you are off it!
Unofficial, of course,
that's a different matter.
Well, I can't be
responsible for what you do
in your spare time, can I?
Which, as of now, I'm
giving you quite a lot of.
- Okay.
- So, is Roche
making a monkey out of us?
- Yep.
- Well, in that case, I
want you to take him down.
Hard.
Okay?
- Sir Andrew, hi.
I'm just very, very pleased to
be taking
a first step towards justice,
I really don't want to answer
questions,
but I would like to thank you
for coming.
- That's all for now,
nothing further will be said
until Mr. Roche is cleared
at appeal, thank you.
- Killed them, Roche.
You killed them.
What makes you think you
can get away with it?
- I really think you ought
to move on, don't you?
- What is that? The eighth,
ninth,
tenth person you've killed now?
Eh? What about others, hey?
What about the people who
died in the flats you burnt?
- They're in the past,
Glover, rather like you.
- What are
these allegations about?
- They burnt alive 'cause
they couldn't get out!
You killed them, Roche!
- What are we doing here, Rose?
- Just letting him know we care.
- He's too clever.
- Oh, we're clever too.
Well, I am, anyway, you're
just a girl with a hickey.
- You a little bit jealous Rose?
- You know I am, Maloney.
- Rose.
- Hello, Max.
- Well, what was all that about?
- I suppose you can hate someone
and I miss them like crazy too.
Come on.
- So what do we do now?
Now we've put the fear
of god into Roche, not?
- What are we leaving out here?
- Well, I suppose we're
leaving out the possibility
that Roche may be innocent.
But what do we really know about
Alan Richmond and his wife?
Perhaps they had other enemies.
- He'd certainly fallen out with
Roche,
he'd caused a rift between
father and son over money.
- What? And Roche caused a
bloodbath because of that?
No, why did he want Alan dead?
There must be something bigger.
Maybe something hidden in
the business relationship.
- So how do we find that out?
- Well, I'll go through
the financial stuff again
and see if I can pin down
the nominee relationships
within the overall holding
company frameworks.
- You see Maloney, this is why I
need you.
That only sounds like English
on a superficial level.
- Okay.
I'll take you home tonight.
- This came through for
you from an estate agent.
You still looking for somewhere
to live?
Now that Maloney's in love's
tender grasp and everything?
- Yeah, okay, I'm really
good about this, aren't I?
- Yes, yes she is.
- Apart from Roche,
who's still alive who knew
Alan Richmond really well?
Who really knew him?
Hello?
- You didn't say you were
coming.
Yvette needs to be here when
people come.
- I'm sure you can manage
perfectly well without Yvette.
- Well, what do you want?
I can't tell you any more about
this.
- Can't or won't?
Can I ask, how does it make you
feel
to think your own son killed
your husband and daughter,
and would've killed you if he
could?
- I don't believe that.
I won't believe it.
- I know about Alan and Marcus.
Why they hated each other so
much.
- No, you can't.
Who told you?
Max.
Max told you.
- Yes.
- He's such a bloody fool!
He'll ruin everything.
It was all for the boy.
- For Kenny?
- Oh god.
We can't let Marcus have him.
Don't you see?
We had to hide him.
- Yes, I see.
? Please keep your hands down
and stop raising your voice ?
? It's hardly what I'd be
doing if you gave me a choice ?
? It's a simple suggestion
- We know you've got it, Max.
And your father's free.
How long do you think it's gonna
take him
to get it out of her?
- You did this!
- No.
Truth comes out, Max.
It's just a matter of how and
when.
- All right, boys?
- [Boy] Hey, Max!
- Which one is he?
- Kenny's 15.
They grow up, you know?
[door creaks open]
- Whose house is this?
- Jenny's, a friend.
She has her own kids, so
no one notices one extra.
You can't come up.
He's scared of men, he'll run.
[stairs creak]
[phone dialling]
- Hello?
- Hello?
- Yeah, hi, it's me.
- Hi, stranger.
- Yeah, yeah, I've been busy.
But we've just found
someone we're looking for.
But what are you doing later?
- I was thinking I'd
come around to your place.
[Maloney chuckling]
- Well, you can do that if you'd
like.
It's a big bath.
Well, big enough for us two.
Yeah, you can light my candle.
- Okay [chuckling
seductively]
I'll see you at seven.
Maloney?
Hello?
- He won't be able to tell you
anything.
- Max, we need to put this
right.
If you father's guilty, can he
say-
- You think I'm gonna put
him through all that again?
- He's 15, like you say.
He's growing up.
[knocks on door]
- Hey!
I've brought someone.
- Who's she?
- She wants to be a friend.
- Hi, Kenny.
How are you?
I was wondering if you
could tell me some things.
- What things?
- I want
I'd like to talk to you
about your Uncle Marcus.
[Kenny inhales sharply]
[poignant music]
Kenny.
- I'm deaf.
Tell her, Max.
I can't hear what people say.
- That's how it goes.
- [Kenny] That's how it goes.
- I know this must be a terrible
thing
for you to think about.
But can you remember about the
night
your uncle Marcus came
to your father's farm?
[Kenny sniffs nervously]
- She's not a friend.
I don't hear things, that's how
it goes.
- Listen, I can have him
out of here in 20 minutes.
We've practised.
You'd never see us again.
- You think your father would
harm Kenny,
perhaps even kill him, to stop
him from testifying again?
[Max chuckling]
- Dad doesn't wanna hurt Kenny,
that's the last thing he wants.
- Do you want to illuminate us?
[Max sighs]
- My mother three days before
she died.
I'd just got four A levels at
Radley.
Starred As, the lot, not
that he'd bloody notice.
But we went up to London anyway
so that he could at least
take us out for dinner.
Only, we got there early.
[heavy breathing]
He was entertaining his sister.
- Yes, yes!
[Marcus and Danuta breathing
heavily]
- Oh god.
Oh god, god.
- Elizabeth.
You're early.
- Wait outside, Max.
- No.
- How long, Danuta?
- Always.
I love him, Elizabeth.
[traffic rumbling distantly]
- Get out, boy.
Get out of here.
[cutlery clinking]
I think it took my mum a
couple of days to work it out.
Why dad loved Kenny so much.
And that's when she drank
herself stupid
and went out in the BMW.
Dad's sorry, he writes to me.
He understands what I did.
[poignant music]
- Max.
What are you doing here?
- Technically, Dad and
Danuta weren't related.
But that wasn't much
compensation to Alan.
Especially when he
realised Kenny wasn't his.
[Alan retching]
Alan told him he would kill him.
I wish he had.
Instead, he went to my
grandfather.
Granddad gave Danuta a choice;
you either stay with your
husband and keep quiet-
- Or be cast out.
- And that's why he killed them
all.
He wants my brother and he can't
have him.
He can't have him.
- So now what do we do?
- I don't know.
Can't let him testify again.
- No, I suppose not.
- I need to think.
[engine rumbling]
[engine rumbling]
[power tool buzzing]
- Sorry about that, Rose Linden.
- Yeah, hi.
- It's this way.
- Okay.
- [Agent] They're not selling
very well.
- No?
- Area's got a bit of coming up
to do,
so the managing company
will reduce the deposit
and waive the credit checks
for an early decision.
Look around, see what you think.
[door snaps shut]
[poignant music]
[car door slams shut]
[lock clicks]
- You're gonna stay?
- Where do you think I'm going?
- Well, I've had problems
with women who leave town.
- Leave town?
- Yep.
They actually feel they
have to move to another city
after getting involved me.
[Julie chuckling]
- Well, I am going nowhere.
[Julie sighs]
- I've gotta do some work
tonight,
but I don't mind if you wanna-
- No, it's fine.
I can read my book.
What have you got to do?
- Just go through some evidence.
See if I can stop someone
getting away with murder.
- I thought you'd made
a breakthrough today?
You found the person you were
looking for?
- Well, it didn't quite work
out.
- No?
- No, we thought he'd be a
good witness, but he isn't.
- Why?
Isn't he sure what he saw
anymore?
What was this exactly?
- Doesn't matter.
I'm just gonna run a bath.
[water trickling]
- Hi!
Well, that's one less woman in
your life.
- Sorry?
- I've got a flat, I'm moving in
tomorrow.
- Oh.
- Well, you can have your
lover's lair, Maloney.
Is she here?
- Yes, she's
- Okay, well, let's celebrate!
Hi!
- Hi!
- Hi!
- A flat? Wow, I
mean, that's great news.
God!
Oh, god!
- What's the matter?
- Nothing.
- Are you upset because I'm
moving out?
- No.
I'm not upset because
you're moving out, I'm fine.
- Okay, well you've had a face
on you like a slapped arse
since last night, so come on.
- It's Julie, Rose.
She's spying on me.
[Rose sniggers]
She's asking questions.
She's going through my stuff.
- Maloney, you're being
paranoid, you met her-
- When she ran me down in
a supermarket car park.
She set me up.
It was what? Only a week
after we took Roche on.
[phone rings distantly]
- Is she that good in bed?
- Bloody terrific.
- Well, you have your memories.
- Yeah.
- I am sorry, Maloney.
- Why does this keep
happening to me, Rose?
- They don't know you like I
know you.
- Thanks.
- Where are they?!
- You're not allowed in there!
Sir, sorry!
- Hello, Max.
- You told him.
You bastards, you told
him where Kenny was!
They broke in last night and
took him.
- Look, if your dad's got
Kenny, the police will find him.
- You think my father
would be that careless?
- Oh, I'm so sorry, Max.
- I promised my gran I would
look after him and you,
he just,
he's won.
- Mr. Roche, I promise you,
nobody at this agency
gave away any information.
- They led him to me.
Now keep them away, all right?
Keep them away from me.
- No, no, just leave him.
- Max!
[Wallace sighs]
I thought you were supposed to
be good.
- Yeah, we are good, Wallace.
It's just that Roche is better.
- You see, if you say that
he wanted a reconciliation
with his sons, really,
that is a pretty strange
way to go about it.
- Well, he's kept Kenny
away from the retrial.
Mission accomplished.
- You know, Wallace is right.
Something's not showing.
- Fax came through.
- Not now.
- It's from Anna Roche.
She wants to change her
testimony.
She's going back to her original
story.
She'll say she saw Roche at the
farm.
- I'll call her.
- I just did.
She got a cab and left.
- To where?
- She's gone into hiding.
She's gonna stand up to him.
- Well there, that kills the
appeal.
You've got the result you want!
- Why'd she do this now?
Roche has got her grandson.
- Has he?
- Max and Anna, maybe they're
just hiding him from us again.
[phone ringing]
[children shouting]
[train rattling]
[knocker clacking on door]
[door clicks open]
- Nice, hey?
- Jesus, Mike.
- Roche sent me a message.
I've been suspended.
[Glover sighs]
- I used to do this in my
flat,
but I found it got me
down in the mornings.
Who are they?
- The people that died
when he burnt down Arkwright
Court seven years ago.
- Arkwright Court?
- What?
- It's nothing.
- Couldn't nail
him for that, of course.
He walked away.
Just like he's gonna
walk away from this one.
- So what you gonna do?
- Go away.
His friends have made sure
I'll never work again.
He's beaten me.
- So?
What's this?
- It's my wire.
I don't need it anymore.
I'm relying on you,
Rose, don't let me down.
Just find a way to nail him.
- Maloney? The door is open.
[door slams shut]
Maloney!
You sounded funny on the phone.
[bouquet wrapper crinkling]
For you.
Oh, you worked it out then?
- Who are you, Julie?
I'd really like to know.
For example, who you
think you're working for?
- I don't know exactly,
some newspaper guy.
- Yeah, and you don't inquire
too closely
'cause you're some kind of
freelancer and you're getting
paid.
[Julie sighs]
- I'm sorry.
They wanted to find the boy
but they rang me today and paid
me off,
so it doesn't matter-
- Oh, it matters.
- Look, I've never met him,
so I wouldn't be able to
identify him.
- No, no, no, of course not.
Well, you've been paid.
Why don't you go and get your
things?
[hurried footsteps]
[phone keypad beeps]
- Is it worth saying I really
liked you?
- Piss off, Julie.
- Goodbye, Maloney.
[footsteps walking]
[scooter buzzing by]
[door slams shut]
[phone dialling]
- [Joyce] Hello?
- Hello Joyce, it's
Maloney.
Hold on a second.
- [Joyce] Maloney?
Maloney!
- Yes, you've got a contact
on the police computer.
Can he match addresses to
numbers?
- [Joyce] Yeah, sure, give me
the numbers.
[hammer banging]
[footsteps walking]
[siren wailing distantly]
[door clicks open]
[footsteps walking]
- What have you done to my
mother, Rose?
- The landlord.
- Well, it's difficult to
actually
prove I own this building, but
yes.
- Why?
- You needed somewhere to live.
I thought it might make
you think more of me.
- Well, it doesn't.
- So what did you say to my
mother?
- Oh, she did it all by herself,
Marcus.
- I had a deep affection
for all my family.
- Especially Danuta.
- Max told you?
- Yeah.
- I'd never hurt her, never,
couldn't.
I loved her.
I know you find this
difficult to bear Rose,
but I didn't kill them.
Actually, I'm innocent.
- You do kill people
who cross you, Marcus.
Like those Kurdish people who
lived here
before you burnt them out.
- That was different.
They were standing in the way of
commerce.
And I only supplied the
thugs with the fire lighters.
They died.
And look how beautiful this
place is now.
You know I would give you this
flat.
Anything for my son.
[Rose scoffs]
- Oh, I know you have Kenny.
- What?
You disappoint me, Rose.
I thought you were brighter than
that.
I've lost so much.
All I want is my family.
That's all.
- Yeah?
- Rose, I'm onto
something.
Can you pick me up?
- Give him back, Dad.
- Max.
You following me?
- Please.
You can't have him.
- I'm sorry.
I swear to you, Max,
on your mother's grave.
I didn't take him.
I'm sorry I offend you.
- I'd like to kill you.
- That's how it goes with
sons and fathers, sometimes.
Stick with her, Max.
Believe me this once.
She might be our only hope.
- What is this, Maloney?
- Joyce turned up a nail salon
in Peckham,
calls to mobiles in New
Castle, Dublin, and Japan.
And six calls to and from here.
Well, what else have we got,
Rose?
- Yeah?
- Parcel.
- Leave it on the step.
- Gotta sign for it, mate.
- Okay.
Okay.
Just come in.
Really, I think you
should just step inside.
- Oh, shit.
- Go through.
Not very civilised I'm afraid.
Sorry, I'd really rather
not have to kill you,
but I'm not sure there's an
alternative.
- Oh, you have Kenny!
- Upstairs.
Julie proved quite unnecessary
in the end.
You led me straight to him,
thanks.
- Couldn't live with it?
Marriage was a lie, son was a
lie.
Couldn't forgive her.
- Yeah, yeah, whatever.
Will you tell her to be
quiet? I need to think.
- Rose
- Why did you kill them all?
- Because they knew.
They knew long before
stupid little Max told me.
They used me to cover up
their filthy little secret.
They pimped their daughter to me
to make her look respectable.
So I punished them.
- No!
- No, please!
- No!
- What's happening?
Please!
- Oh god, no, no!
No, please, whatever he's
done, I beg of you, please!
Leave us alone, we have
a child, I'm begging you!
- You hurt me, Danuta.
You think I can live with that?
- I'm guessing that they shot
you with a blank cartridge.
'Cause the whole thing turned
on Anna seeing you dead
and Kenny hearing Roche's voice.
- I just taped him in
a couple of meetings.
I carry it with me everywhere.
It cheers me up when I'm down.
- That's enough,
we'll leave him.
Tell the driver we're on the
move.
- Uncle Marcus.
- You went to a lot of trouble,
Alan.
- He screwed my wife, and
now he's suffered for it.
Anyway, I have a lot of things
to do.
And I'm leaving with my son.
- But he isn't yours, Alan.
- Well, that's not his fault.
And I missed him.
It's gonna be tough for Marcus.
No mum to speak up for him.
After I explained to her exactly
what would happen to her
precious grandson if she did.
- You think you'll get away?
- I am away.
I have his boy,
and I think there's a pretty
fair chance
that Marcus will go back to
jail for the rest of his life.
Don't you?
- Max! Max, that's
enough!
That's enough!
- Max!
Enough!
- Ken!
- Mate, make them stop.
Please, please, just make them
stop.
- It's okay!
It's stopped.
It's stopped now.
- Oh my god.
Genius.
Can I hear that again?
That's enough, we're leaving!
Tell the driver we're on the
move.
- We're very grateful to you.
The appeal will be a formality
now, wouldn't you say?
- Oh, absolutely, and I
think our case managers
should be commended.
- You do kill people
who cross you, Marcus.
Like those Kurdish people who
lived here
before you burnt them out.
- Hello, Marcus.
- That was different.
They were standing in the way of
commerce.
And I only supplied the
thugs with the firelighters.
They died.
- We'll supply you with a copy,
of course,
and the police already have the
original.
So, Sergeant Glover, please feel
free
to use this office for
as long as you like.
- Marcus Roche, I'm
arresting you on the suspicion
of murder of seven individuals
at Arkwright Court, Hackney,
on the 17th of March, 1998.
Do I have to say anything?
- Bye-bye, Marcus.
- Bye!
- I told you they were good.
- Does this mean you'll
be moving back in, Rose?
- Have you been missing me,
Maloney?
- Well, I enjoy your company.
Is it okay to say that?
- Yes, it's okay.
- It's customary to repay a
compliment.
- All right, I enjoy your
company too.
- Thank you.
- Now, shall we get on?
- Yeah, next case.