Trial and Retribution (1997) s11e05 Episode Script
Conviction (1)
CHOIR SINGS ONGOING EERIE CHORD SOFT GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS SIREN WAILS Uh! Sarah.
Oh! No! We need to talk.
I want to talk! I WANT TO TALK! Ah! Sarah! (PANTS) Sarah! (PANTS) SARAH! Boo! Oi! (GASPS) SARAH! Dad! Dad! DOG BARKS Dad! Dyer's back.
What? He's out of prison.
Where? Where, Sarah? Downstairs.
He grabbed me.
Sarah! (BANGS) Police? Please I'll sort this.
Dad! (BANGS HEAVILY) Sarah, open the door.
(CONTINUES BANGING) (PANTS) Open the door! Calling them again.
(KNOCKS FEROCIOUSLY) Police? (COCKS GUN) Dad! WAIT THERE! Shit.
I only want to talk to her.
You bastard.
NO! GUNSHOT CRACKS, SHELL-CASING TINKLES SOFT EERIE TONES RESONATE SIREN WAILS Boss? Yeah? Oh, God! The press are going to be all over this.
Sam? Any sign of the victim? No.
I've got a witness who says he saw him holding his arm as he ran off.
So hospitals on alert? Oh, yeah.
London-wide.
So, what have we got now? Terry Sean Dyer - released five days ago, after a 12-stretch.
Murdered a Mark Randle, aged 18, in 1996.
Mark Randle, being our shooter's son? Yeah.
Dyer denies it, but he was caught red-handed.
His father saw him.
(SIGHS) Charles Bronson calmed down yet, has he? Oh, yeah.
FME's has cleared him for interview.
They're taking him through now.
Great.
Well, let's do him.
Ah! Can I join you? This one too big for us, is it? Now, the DAC want this kid-gloved.
The press are swarming.
Ah, yeah.
I'm aware of that.
I'd like to hear what he's got to say.
Do you mind? No.
I've got an address for Dyer from his parole officer.
It's a bail hostel on Dalston Lane.
Great.
Satch, go with him.
Take some backup, yeah? Right, the rest of you, I want you to get Dyer's description circulated, please.
Remember, we don't know if he's armed or if he's dangerous.
So, please, err on the side of caution? Understand? Mr RandleI'm Chief Superintendent Mike Walker.
This is Chief Inspector Roisin Connor.
Finally.
Can I go now? Not really an option.
I was attacked in my own home.
Yes.
You also shot a man, Mr Randle.
Heh! He was trying to hurt my daughter.
Is she all right? I'm sure she'll be fine.
What? You don't know? I think you should be more worried about yourself.
FAINT POLICE RADIO CHATTERS He went out early this morning.
Haven't seen him since.
Mr Dyer? Mr Dyer, it's the police! Key? (SIGHS) We've missed him.
He's gone.
Do a local sweep.
He may not have gone far, yeah? Will do.
Let's go! Hey, Satch, look at this.
Stuff from his trial.
Masses of it.
SIREN WAILS (RADIO CHATTER INDISTINCT) CHILLING MUSIC PLAYS OK.
Well, let's talk about the gun.
Is this necessary? It's an illegal firearm, Mr Randle.
Where did you get it? (SIGHS) Ex-army mate.
I've had it for years.
Never used it.
Never even thought of using it.
What was his name? (LAUGHS) I'm hardly gonna tell you that, am I? OK, you say, Dyer wanted to hurt Sarah.
He did! Well, how can you be so sure? He attacked her on the estate.
She was lucky she was escaped.
You see, according to Sarah's statement, hegrabbed by her arm.
Now, that's a little short of an attack.
He battered my front door down to get at her.
Why didn't you call us? There wasn't enough time.
Oh, was he armed? I don't know! So you shot an unarmed man? For CHRIST'S sake - he murdered my son, then turns up after my daughter?! Why would he want to hurt her? (SIGHS EXASPERATEDLY) Must have been one hell of a shock, him turning up like that.
(SIGHS) It's Sarah I'm thinking about.
Dyer's scum! Sarah went to pieces after he he killed her brother.
God alone, knows what this is gonna do to her.
Ken, the problem we have with this is, we don't know whether Dyer was armed and we don't know why he came round.
He was (BANGS TABLE) .
.
after Sarah! Sit DOWN, Mr Randle.
(SIGHS) Sarah says when Dyer got in to your hallway he said he wanted to talk.
When I pointed the gun at him, aye.
Well, what if that was the truth? Oh, come off it! Kenyou shot a potentially unarmed man with an illegal firearm.
That's attempted murder.
(SCOFFS) You're sayin' I could go to prison? It's possible.
Yeah.
Mike.
We should have pushed him further.
He wanted to kill Dyer.
He as good as said it.
Yeah.
That wouldn't help him in court.
I'm sorry.
Why are we helping him? He's just a father protecting his daughter.
Mike, he just shot a man! I'm releasing him, pending further inquiries.
YOUare not serious?! (SIGHS) He's alleging it was self-defence.
You have no victim.
Discharging an illegal firearm - attempted murder, Mike.
You want to charge him, you find Dyer.
Right now, I've got to talk to the press.
(BEEPS ELECTRONIC DOOR LOCK) Right.
What have we got? There's still no sign of Dyer.
We're checking for friends and family.
Ah? Father's unknown.
Mother disowned him when he was found guilty.
I've just spoken to Prison Records - Dyer had no visitors, andno letters either.
What? In 12 years? What did he want with the daughter? We don't know.
The father shot him before he had a chance to explain.
Yeah.
Very helpful.
Got a sighting in Stepney.
Dyer turned up at someone's door, asking for a Nick.
Nick who? Don't know.
Local boys are there, Dyer's long gone.
Hang on a second.
Back in '96, Dyer blamed a Nick-someone for the murder.
He said he'd had aa row with the dead boy before he was killed.
Nick Fisher.
They say, the alibi checked out - ".
.
to be pursued no further".
What address did Dyer turn up at? Ah? 27 Stepney Place.
He's going through the phonebook.
Stepney Place is second on the list.
Out of how many? Ah 10.
You guys better find Nick Fisher before Dyer does.
EERIE TONES RESONATE Why do you think Dyer came round, Mr Walker? We're not sure.
Do you know when he was first arrested, he insisted he was innocent? (SCOFFS) You saw him, didn't you? I saw enough.
Dyer had the bottle.
He was covered in Mark's blood.
It's not something you forget.
I can imagine.
I thought he was gonna kill Sarah too.
She must mean a lot to you.
Come on.
Let's get you a lift home.
Go check, see if anyone's seen Dyer.
DING-DONG! Bloody hell! Dave Satchell! Long time, aye? You two know each other? Well, he's ex-job.
We were at Camley Street together.
Can we come in, please? Yeah, sure.
I only ever knew him as 'Chips', yeah? How you doin'? I'm good, bro, good.
Come in.
Ken, was your daughter friends with Terry Dyer? Before the murder, I mean.
Dyer was roughout of control.
Never saw the father.
And the mother didn't give a toss, you could tell.
What about Nick Fisher? Remember him? Not really.
Dyer's trying to find him.
Why would he do that? I was hoping you could tell me.
(SIGHS) No way, if those two were mates.
When he was arrested, Dyer said that Fisher and your son had a fight.
This was a couple of days before Mark was murdered.
I didn't know that.
Yeah.
Dyer reckons the fight was over Sarah.
You'd have thought Dyer would want to keep his head down.
Tried to blame you for the murder, didn't he? Yeah, well, he picked the wrong guy.
I was working that night.
Used to do shifts, stacking shelves, at a supermarket.
In his statement he mentioned a fight between you and Mark.
(SIGHS) It was nothing.
I mean, II don't like to speak ill of the dead.
But he was an aggressive little sod, took after his father.
Was Ken Randle violent, then? Ex-army, wasn't he? Scared the hell out of me.
Mark wanted to be just like him.
When he tried to take me on, I justI just walked away.
Do you think Sarah might have any idea what Dyer's up to? No.
(LAUGHS) Why should she? Leave her, please? There's your car, Ken.
Someone will be round to fix your panic alarm.
If Dyer appears, use it.
Thanks.
And you don't know why Terry Dyer would want to see you? You really think he's dangerous? Mm.
We have to assume so, yeah.
Daddy! Hello, mate.
(GRUNTS) How you doin'? Did you get any shopping done? No.
No! (LAUGHS) This is my wife, Leigh.
Nice to meet you.
You're police, right? Yeah, Dave here was in the Force with me.
I thought something had happened.
Yeah, well, it sort of has.
That guy that's on the run They think he's trying to find me.
Why would he wanna do that? Look, are you sure you haven't seen him? Oh, my God.
He was on the corner.
Where? By the newsagents.
Finn dropped Zebra and he picked it up.
Ah? Excuse me? I see something fell there.
Oh, thanks.
Thank you.
Heh! (LAUGHS) Don't worry.
Don't worry.
We won't let anything happen.
It's fine.
Sarah? SATCH: Any sign.
No.
He would have seen her car.
Are we all set here? The panic alarm's on its way.
It's being like we're royalty.
You sure you two are gonna be all right? We'll be here in minutes, OK? Thanks.
Look, I'll pop back end-of-shift.
We'll catch up then.
Cheers, mate.
See you later.
If Dyer is looking for Nick Fisher, he's got to at least have been there.
The father's adamant Dyer did it.
He saw him holding the weapon.
But in his original statement Dyer insisted he was innocent.
Most of the prison population do that, don't they? What'd Nick Fisher think? Well, he hasn't got a clue.
He says he barely knew Dyer.
We need to talk to the daughter again.
Not tonight, huh? (MOANS SOFTLY) Dad! Why didn't you wake me? You OK? Fine.
I'll make us a tea.
Sit down.
What? Sit down, Sarah.
Why didn't I know? We were just mucking about.
You're kissing him.
I was being silly.
Nick Fisher?! Did Did you have sex with him? No! DID YOU? Jesus Christ! I'm sorry.
(SNIVELS) (LAUGHS) He made you, did he? It wasn't like that.
He's the same age as your brother, for fuck's sake, Sarah.
He never hurt me.
You were 13 years of age.
A A child.
Why didn't you talk to me? I'd have sorted him.
I liked him, Dad.
Your brother found out, didn't he? Warned him off.
Why didn't the pair of you talk to me? (GASPS) Mark said he'd handle it.
Oh! I was drunk, wasn't I? Course you were drunk! (YELLS) You were always drunk, ever since you got back.
That's why Mum left! Nobody could talk to you then.
NOT ME! NOT MARK! (SOBS) (GASPS) (GRUNTS) Checked with the hospitals, they're still on alert.
Anything else? Not unless Dyer shows himself, no.
Well, I promised Nick Fisher I'd drop by.
See you tomorrow.
Good night.
Night, Satch.
Good night, Mike.
Seen this? Oh, the people's bloody hero.
Good job we released him, then.
They got anything on Dyer? Hm? God, I wish, Mike.
Oh, he can't just disappear.
Told him that, have you? No way! (LAUGHS) No way Paul! What are doing here? Who the hell's he? Gosh.
You look incredible.
I've got no idea.
Oh, hang on.
Um But he's certainly popular.
Dad! No! Please, don't do this? (COUGHS) It's been four years now.
Don't you dare tell me what to do! Fisher must be part of this.
You saw Dyer kill Mark, not Fisher.
I didn't see him stab Mark.
He was there.
But I didn't see him kill him You gotta stop this.
Fisher knows something.
No, Dad, he doesn't.
And Dyer's trying to find him.
No.
Nick wasn't involved.
Dad, no.
Please? You should have told me what that bastard was up to with you! No wonder Mark had a go at him! (SLAMS DOOR) BANG! BANG! (MUTTERS) You wanna go down.
Wanna bring me down? Yeah? Well, HOW'S THAT! (GRUNTS) I said! Hah! I said! ME! MENACING MUSIC PLAYS LOW-LEVEL CONVERSATION WOMAN: Hurts So Good Computers is easily money, mate, I'm telling you.
Wouldn't know where to start.
I taught myself.
Needed to feed the wife's credit card habit.
And that was before Finn was around.
She expensive, is she? Mmm Just a bit.
Heh.
Can't believe she let you out.
Oh, she knows me too well - lousy with stress, I needed a pint.
Soum when Leigh let's you go down the pub (RATTLES COINS) Mmm Yeah.
She don't know it's here.
Spot on, mate.
You should be a detective.
(BOTH LAUGH) Yes, Dave.
Any sign, yet? Ah, he's probably tucked up somewhere safe for the night.
Got another one of those? Oh.
Ah.
Thought you had a better offer.
It's not what you think.
Paul's my little brother, Mike.
What? Mm.
(LAUGHS) God, you really had them going.
Not you though, hey? So, where is he? Ah, I give him the keys to my flat.
I'm gonna meet him there.
What's wrong? Hm? Ah? My dad is dying.
Oh, Roisin, I'm sorry.
No-no.
No-no.
There's no need, no need.
He's gotcancer apparently.
It's in is bones, spread to his liver.
Paul just came to get me.
(SIGHS) So, why didn't you phone? Oh, he knows me too well.
Get on well, you and your Dad? Mch! Roisin.
Mm-hm.
Come and sit down.
Mch.
Sure.
You know, the last time I saw him, Mike, I I tried so hard.
I tried soff I tried sofuckin' hard.
And all he did was tear strips off me for doing the washing-up.
For the washing-up, Mike.
And you had a go back at him.
Mm-hm.
We've haven't spoken since.
All we do is argue, and he doesn't need that right now.
You know.
Imagine the scene.
"Hi, Dad.
Hear you're dying.
Fancy a round? Might speed things up.
" (BOTH CHUCKLE) Hey, he might just surprise you.
No.
He doesn't need me right now.
He doesn't even like me.
What do you need? Nothing.
I've moved on, I've got my life here.
Moved on, or run away? (SIGHS) He's your Dad, Roisin, and he's dying, and you should be there.
(CLEARS THROAT) (LABOURED BREATHING) I don't I don't know.
(PATS ROISIN'S HAND) I'm sorry.
(SNIFFS) I'm sorry.
This isstupid.
(SIGHS) Thank you.
Ah! UNIDENTIFIABLE SONG PLAYS Cheers.
So married life suits you, then? There are moments.
Heh! Comes with the territory, don't it? Don't suppose you know I got a kid? Ah! So your sex life's as good as mine, then, aye? (LAUGHS) You sure you gonna go to work? Oh, promised the client, didn't I? Well, you've had a few.
I've done it on more, mate, believe me.
Besides, it's just me up there.
(LAUGHS) Right, so a little nap won't go - Oi! You bastard! Wait.
Mr Randle Thought you'd get away with it, didn't you? Oi-oi-oi What is this about? Sarah! Heh! That was a very long time ago.
She was 13, a little kid! Oi! Oi-oi! I was only a kid as well.
She was underage! YOU took advantage! Right, I It wasn't like that, OK.
She pushed herself on me.
She was (DROWNED OUT) OI! OI! Mark should have finished you off.
Well, he had a good go, didn't he? What is all this about? Ask him.
The pervert.
When we were younger, Sarah and I saw each other for a while.
You piece of shit.
Mr Randle, please?! Turns you on, does it, little girls? Pah! She wasn't that little! She was a child! OK.
OK.
I'm sorry.
All right? I'm not finished! Yeah, well, I am.
I'm sorry, OK.
So let's leave it.
Where is Dyer? I want to see him.
How should I know? Dyer saw you and Mark fighting.
So? Sodid you go back to get him? Did you and Dyer sort out Mark together? What? I need to know! Mr Randle! Nick had an alibi.
It was checked at the time, he wasn't there.
So why does Dyer want him, huh? It's to do with Mark, it has to - Oi! Come on.
Look.
You have to go home now.
Yeah? GET OFF ME! OI! OI! Last chance or I arrest you and you get locked up, all right? Now go home.
Sleep it off.
Go on.
I want answers, Fisher! You listenin'? Go home.
(ANGUISHED BELLOW) Fucking hell! Fucking hell.
Thanks, mate.
Why didn't you tell me about Sarah? She was 13? I'm not surprised he had a go.
OK.
I was 17, Satch, all right.
I'm not proud of it.
But don't make me a paedo, does it? Yeah.
All right.
You sure you know why Dyer wants to speak to you? Honestly, Dave, mate, I ain't got a clue.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS Oh, shit! Leigh.
Yes, it's me.
Where are you? I was onanother call.
You been in all night? Yeah.
It's taken longer than I thought it would.
(INDISTINCT) You OK? Finn just said that he really misses you.
Well, umgive him a kiss for me, will you? Yeah, OK.
Bye.
(SIGHS HEAVILY) EERIE TONES RESONATE EERIE MUSIC BECOMES MENACING I thought I was gonna have to arrest him.
Did you take him home? Well, I didn't want to leave Fisher.
Randle was pissed.
I need to give him a call.
Let him know what'll happen if he gets into any more trouble.
Yeah.
I already did that.
He's fine, honestly.
What the hell are you doing here? Running away, Mike.
Is that what you want him to remember? Roisin, my father died and I wasn't there.
Did you regret it? I hated him.
I hated him more than anything.
But, yes.
Yes, I should have been there.
He won't even notice.
Yes, he will.
And so will you.
Go on, bugger off.
The sooner you go, the sooner you get back.
No question.
Beat it.
Thank you.
Oh, heavy night, was it? I (SIGHS) Good bye.
TELEPHONE RINGS Satchell.
Sam, the guy last night was Roisin's brother.
And her father's dying.
Oh, shit! Nick Fisher's activated the panic alarm.
Well, get over there.
ALARM BLARES SIREN WAILS (SIREN DROWNS OUT) Go.
Go.
(PANTS) (GRUNTS) WAILING SIREN NEARS Ah! Ahhh Where is he? I don't know.
We've lost him.
Shit! Satch? Sam.
What have you got? Yeah.
We've lost him.
No.
No-no-no, there's no need.
You just (SIGHS) All right, well, just bring me up a bacon sarny, then.
Leigh, sweetheart, please, stop worrying? Yeah, Dave's right here with me.
(Sorry.
) Yeah.
Yeah-yeah.
All right.
I'll see you later.
I love you.
Sure you're all right? Don't you start.
Listen, mate, I better motor.
I must have slept most of the night.
(SIGHS) If I lose this contract, it's on your head.
ENGINE IGNITES, THEN REVS SUDDEN SILENCE Dad? DOOR CLOSES Dad! How many times do we have to miss this guy? Well, uniform were there in seconds.
So, how did he get away? Well, he's obviously fit.
Oh.
I've got a press conference in an hour, Sam.
I'll mention that to them, shall I? We could put a watch on Fisher.
Nah, we haven't got the manpower.
We lost the DCI, remember? Oh, well, let's just hope her father dies quickly, then.
Well, it'll be at least a month, won't it? What? Well, he's gotta die yet.
Then there's the funeral, or whatever.
(SIGHS) Jesus.
Nick Fisher's activated the panic alarm again.
I'm going this time.
Satch, let's catch this bastard.
Nick? Nick, it's Dave! It's not locked.
(GRUNTS) Oh! (GASPS) Oh, shit.
Jean? You got anything? Might have, if someone hadn't moved the body.
We couldn't get in.
Multiple stab wounds.
Yeah, I could have told you that.
Attack mostly happened over here.
Blood's gone a long way.
Here.
Here.
(EXHALES) Used a lot of force.
Frenzied, comes to mind.
DING-DONG! Do you want me to do - No.
Where is he, Dave? (GASPS) (SOBS) The killer leaves - he managed to drag himself to the panic alarm, collapses by the door, and bleeds to death.
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS Yeah.
And no sign of a break-in.
Well, there wouldn't be.
Why? Looks like your victim made his killer a coffee.
What? Kettle was still warm when I arrived.
Two cups.
I'll rush them through.
You think you know who did this, don't you? Yeah.
But I can't understand why he would let him in.
Could have tricked him.
Yeah, tricking's one thing, Jean.
Coffee's another.
Well, I'd say, the argument started here, which is why the coffee's all over the place.
So the coffee was made.
The first blow spilt it? I'm not 100%, but The first injury - possibly a cut to the arm.
Shit! Coffee's spilt.
The blood-tracks lead us back to here, and your victim's on the floor at this point.
So he fell.
Mm! And then the rest of the attack.
(MAN GRUNTS) I still don't know why he let him in.
I'm glad to say, that's your problem.
BIRDSONG Is she with Satch? Yeah, and a WPC.
I've called her parents, they're on their way.
What about the kid? He was at nursery, thank God.
Now, I'll get back to the Incident Room - keep the pressure on.
All right.
(WOMAN CRIES SOFTLY) (POLICEWOMAN MURMURS SOFTLY) Satch.
She's all over the place.
Yeah, I heard.
Looks like Nick let him in.
What? Why would he do that? Hey.
I'm Chief Superintendent Mike Walker.
I'm really sorry.
Do you want some tea? That's Nick's.
Finn got it for him for Father's Day! (GASPS) Let me.
NO! Leigh.
BROKEN CUP CLINKS (SNIFFS) Sit down.
CLINKING How did it happen? We think Nick let him in.
He wouldn't.
There was no sign of a break-in, Leigh.
I was there earlier.
He was paranoid.
He even came down to make sure I shut the door properly.
What time? (SOFTLY) I don't Half 11-ish? (GASPS) I was gonna stay, but he got so much to do.
Was it Dyer? We can't say, for sure.
Leigh, we need to know - did you see anyone either on your way in or when you left? No.
Hang on a second.
Leigh? Oi! Oi! You lookin' for me? Yeah, you.
You mother-fuckers! Whoa.
You looking for Terry Dyer? Stay still.
Stop there.
Here I am.
Yeah? Come on.
Huh? (SPITS) Yeah, fuck you! TURN AROUND! (BELLOWS) What's your name? Arghhhhh (SOBS) What ya got? No sign of the weapon.
Loads of prints, but none of them are Dyer's yet.
Great.
It's good that we got him, though.
Not if we can't put him at the murder scene.
You up for questioning? Mike.
I thought I'd be interviewing? Nick Fisher's a friend.
That's all the more reason, innit? Sorry, Satch.
Got to get this one right.
Don't want any cries of "bias" from the CPS.
Fisher deserved it.
And why is that? I lost 12 years.
They should have been his.
You're suggesting that HE killed Mark Randle.
Well, he had a motive.
I didn't.
Hm! You were tried and found guilty, son.
Mark's father saw you covered in his son's blood.
You were still holding the bottle of Keller.
It was the wrong placewrong time.
Do you think anyone's going to believe that? That's why I wanted to talk to Fisher.
Make him own up.
With a knife.
Oh, what's the fucking point? Huh? Terry.
This isn't going to help.
Makes no difference.
Hm? Look at him there.
I did it, didn't I? Ah-hah.
Isthat a confession? I didn't confess last time.
I still got life.
Where were you at about 10am this morning, Mr Dyer? Terry? Terry, you have to help yourself.
Now, you told me.
Tell me.
THERE'S NO FUCKING POINT! ALL RIGHT?! Try.
I caught some buses.
(LAUGHS) Oh, fff I got a few cabs.
Oh, buses.
Where'd you buy your cards? What bus stop? Which shop? I can't remember.
Do you remember being outside Nick Fisher's work this morning? Come on, Terry, we've got witnesses.
Two of whom were police officers.
I wanted to talk to Fisher, didn't I? So, yeah, I was there.
Why did you run? Because you want to lock me up.
I'm not fucking stupid! But you went back there later, didn't you? No.
No.
I didn't.
You see? Uh? Nick Fisher's dead, Terry.
Multiple stab wounds.
Looks like he knew his killer.
That's a bit of a coincidence, isn't it? Oh, well, prove it, then.
Eh? Go on.
Yeah.
I intend to, son, and I don't think it's gonna take me very long.
In his possession he's got an Oyster Card, so check it out.
He wasn't on a bus.
Well, let's prove he wasn't.
Fisher is lying.
He's clammed-up.
Look, if we don't get him on something he's going to walk.
What do you want me to do? Beat a confession out of him - We all know he did it.
Let me interview him.
No.
If anybody is gonna, it'll be me.
So what the FUCK are you doing (SOFTER) .
.
out here, then? Maybe you should go home, Satch.
You might handle this a bit better with a bit of distance.
ABSOLUTE SILENCE I know this is hard, Leigh.
Dave, this is pointless.
I really can't remember.
Try.
Please? You walked towards Nick's office, yeah? It was busy - cars passing, lots of people.
You saw someone by the bins.
Nick's dead! I know.
I can't think.
OK?! Leigh, we really need this.
But you know who did it.
(SNIFFS) Dyer.
No.
You got him locked up.
Nobody saw him and we've gotwe've got no forensics.
So he could walk? I need you to remember.
(SNIFFS) He were by the bins - I glanced, but I don't know.
Come on, Leigh.
I don't know! All right! I want to help, but OK.
So this person, what were they wearing, what did they look like? I don't know.
Oh, come on, Leigh, you saw him.
(SOBS) No.
(INDISTINCT) I'm gonna make a cup of tea.
See what you can remember when I'm away, yeah? (SNIFFS) So this man was by the bins? Yes.
But he had his back to me.
But he was definitely wearing combat clothes? This really helps, Leigh.
Well, we can do a lot of things, Satch, but we can't bring back the dead.
Hey, another one of those might help, huh? Yeah, all right.
Sam, you're just in time.
Your round.
(SIGHS) I don't think you'll be wanting another drink.
Why what's happening? The Oyster Card What about it? We've checked the journeys made against the bus footage.
We've got Dyer at 11:30 standing at a bus stop in Paddington.
No way.
Paddington's too far away.
Exactly.
Dyer couldn't have murdered Nick Fisher.
We've got the wrong man.
STIRRING VIOLINS I've 12 years of my life.
Mm? I've got nothing.
No family.
No friends.
NOTHING! I've waited all this time.
And I want a chance, that's all - a life.
DING-DONG! I got it wrong.
But you said Terry Dyer killed Nick.
You stood right there and told me.
I'm sorry.
You lied to me! (SIGHS) I thought it was him.
We all did.
So, who did kill Nick? We don't know yet.
How can you promise something like that and be so wrong? I'm sorry, all right.
How could you?! I think we better go.
Yeah, I think you better had.
We'll keep you up to date with any developments.
Just go.
Look, she's pissed off because I promised we'd got him, that's all.
Oh, is it? We all thought Dyer was the killer.
Yeah, but you're the one who got the statement out of her.
Yeah.
Oh, you fucking idiot! If this gets out - It won't.
She'll calm down.
Yeah, or she'll make a complaint.
What about you? (SIGHS) You're in enough shit without me stirring it.
Walker's not going to turn a blind-eye, though.
So, you don't accept the Robinson's behaved inappropriately? Your client's been released - Satch, that's Dyer's solicitor.
I'd like to see all related paperwork, unless you have something to hide, that is.
Found a new cause, have we? Something to get yourself noticed.
Anything you wish to have a look at, I'm sure we can assist.
I should warn you - I want the Mark Randle murder reviewed.
Ohhh You really are ambitious, aren't you? He was wrongly convicted.
You want that case reopened, I'm not the one to ask.
You can speed the process, though.
As far as I'm concerned, Terry Dyer had a fair trial and was convicted.
So I can't count on your support? I think you know the answer to that one.
I'll be seeing you again, Mr Walker.
I really look forward to it, Ms Clarkson.
Hm! OK.
Have we got everyone? We're in a hell of a mess.
We're the ones that made it.
We've been chasing the wrong guy.
That is an unfortunate fact.
Yes.
Satch.
Tell them about Ken Randle.
Oh, um Night before he died I was out with Nick Fisher.
Ken Randle had a pop at him.
Oi! OI! OI! GET OFF ME! Last chance, or I arrest you and you get locked up, all right? You're joking.
No.
We told him that Dyer was looking for Fisher andhe thought it was to do with his son's murder.
Sohe's a suspect? He's got to be.
Yeah.
Doesn't mean he's the killer, Sam.
But we're still gonna pick him up, though? Yeah, we are.
Satch, go with him.
The rest of you stay focussed.
I want forensics chased, CCTV trawled, anyone near Nick Fisher's place of work questioned again.
Claire, I want to recheck everything we've got on Terry Dyer.
RUSTLING Yeah, when? Yeah, make it as soon as possible, please? Yeah.
We're under a lot of pressure.
Thanks.
Take my car, yeah? I'll give himah15, tops.
As soon as he sees Leigh Fisher's statement Dad? .
.
he'll know.
Samjust Dad! You've tidied up.
Come in, luv.
Sit down.
Why? What have you done? TELEPHONE RINGS Satch back? No, sir.
MOBILE PHONE BLEEPS Shit! Walker? MOBILE PHONE BLEEPS Oh, 20 minutes.
I was close.
He's hardly going to go away, Satch.
Now, let's justdo what we've gotta do, yeah? (SIGHS) I did it for Mark.
It was you?! It's all right, luv.
I had to.
Tell the truth! I am! I had nothing to do with it! What? Like you had nothing to do with my daughter?! It's over now.
But, Nick? (GASPS) This is wrong.
I didn't go there to kill him.
I need you to understand that.
Is that ours? I needed him to tell me what he'd done.
You took it with you?! I liked Sarah! Please? YOU HAD SEX WITH HER! (PANTS) My little girl.
It wasn't like that.
He wouldn't listen, Sarah.
He only had to tell the truth.
You're scum! Last chance.
Tell me about Mark! Fuck, will I! (GRUNTS) Ugh I didn't want this.
I didn't! It's all right, luv.
I had to.
It's not your fault.
We'll think of something.
No, Sarah.
It's the right thing.
It's not! It's so not.
(GASPS) They'll lock you up.
It doesn't matter! Mark's had justice.
He hasn't.
Nick didn't kill Mark.
Dyer didn't do it, luv.
I was wrong about that.
But Nick didn't.
I know he didn't.
Don't! Bastard deserved it.
Mr Randle, can you open the door, please? Stay quiet.
These need postin'.
It's the bills, up to date.
Heh.
I forget we'd run out of stamps.
No! Mr Randle, it's the police.
We need to talk to you.
It's time, Sarah.
Dad, I can't lose you.
You'll be all right.
Open the door, please, Mr Randle? We'll say you were with me, yeah? That's what we will do.
We-we were in all morning, watching telly.
Yeah.
You'll get my army pension.
I'll sort it out, somehow.
No.
Dad, listen.
We were watching a DVD Ah? Saving Private Ryan.
Sarah! You love it.
Sarah, no! First 20 minutes.
When they pull up on the beaches.
Dad.
Mr Randle? You've got to remember.
They're gonna ask you.
Dad, read the back.
Mr Randle, can you open the door, please? Sarah.
(SOBS) You've got to be strong.
Mr Randle! Be proud of Mark.
Be proud of me.
(SOBS) No Dad! Dad, please?! Go on.
Take it.
It's what I used to kill Nick Fisher.
(INDISTINCT) Mr Ken Randle.
Process him.
Bit of a result.
Is that the weapon? He just handed it in to us.
Yeah.
OK.
Sam, well interview him as soon as he's booked in.
Satch.
OK.
Satch, yes or no? Did you help Leigh Fisher identify Dyer? (SIGHS) What do you want me to say? Try the truth.
I am not a bent copper - Coercing a witness, framing a man for murder - what the hell were you thinking about, Sat- We had nothing! (YELLS) So you made something up? I thought it was him.
So did I! Jesus, Satch, what a place to put me in?! If this gets out, you won't just lose your job, you can go to prison.
You know that? Well, you won't let that happen, will you? Oh, really? Who says I won't? If I don't turn this in, Satch, it's more than just your arse on the line.
So, what you gonna do? Right nowI haven't got a fucking clue.
(SIGHS) Jesus.
You put your faith in me, Mr Walker.
You let me go.
I did, yes.
I'm sorry to have let you down.
Let me down?! You've killed a man.
You do know that, don't you, Ken? It was the right thing.
How can it be right, Ken? How can killing a man be right? Nick Fisher killed my son.
Oh! You thought it was Terry Dyer, remember? You shot him.
Who's next, huh? Want to take a pop at me? I was wrong about Dyer.
I'll hold my hands up to that.
He didn't do it.
Dyer was found guilty.
You saw him at the crime scene.
He even gave evidence at his trial, for Christ's sakes.
Poor kid was innocent.
I know that now.
Have you got any evidence for that? Any proof? Fisher was a coward.
He let Terry Dyer serve his time.
How can you be so sure? The scum was having it off with my daughter.
It doesn't mean he killed your son.
Mark found out about it.
He tried to stop them.
It still doesn't mean Nick Fisher killed your son.
He was 17.
My daughter Sarah was only 13.
Ken! That's not proof.
(SNIFFS) (SOBS) (KEENS) DING-DONG! (SOBS) I was gonna call you.
Yeah? I'm sorry about before.
I know you was trying to help.
We've arrested someone.
Who? Ken Randle.
He's Yeah.
I know who he is.
He's confessed to killing Nick.
Hm! He was the one who had a go at Nick on the street.
Nick told you? He said he and the daughter had a stupid snog when they were kids.
That can't be why he did it.
(SIGHS) I don't think he ever got over his son's murder.
What? So he kills my husband?! Yeah.
Are you saying he's mad or something? Well, helost his son, didn't he, then he finds out about Nick and his daughter.
That was years ago.
Nick's not a (SIGHS) Well, I mean, he was just a kid too.
I think it was just the final straw.
Am I supposed to feel sorry for him? Of course, not.
I Sometimes it helps to understand.
He is going to prison, though, isn't he? Yeah.
That bastard should be strung-up.
Yep.
No doubt.
I promise.
I'm glad you got him.
Yeah.
(BABY CRIES) Oh, that's Finn waking up.
It never stops, does it? Leigh about Terry Dyer Look, forget it, Dave.
I better go, yeah? Look, they're asking questions, they want to know how you managed to identify him.
Am I in trouble? No.
But you are? If it comes out.
I know I've got no right to ask.
You've got enough on your plate as it is.
You want me to make something up.
Yeah, well, it won't be easy.
The way you described his clothes was spot on.
Dave, tell me what to say and I'll say it.
I left the room, you opened the file and got Dyer clothes and description from there.
OK.
Now, honestly Yeah.
(BABY WAILS) Thanks, Leigh.
(CLOSES DOOR) Saved my life.
So, you tricked your way in? Fisher buzzed me up.
How did you get him to do that? Told him I wanted to apologise.
He was lovin' it.
Even made me a coffee.
Then you stabbed him.
He deserved it.
How can you know he killed your son? He did! He made his alibi up.
And your proof is? For Christ's sake! He's scum! He was screwing a 13-year-old girl.
No-no-no-no.
This doesn't make sense, Ken.
Look, let's go back to the beginning.
You stated you saw Terry Dyer standing over your son, Mark.
You saw Terry Dyer holding the weapon, the bottle that killed Mark.
You saw it, didn't you? Terry Dyer holding the weapon.
I got it wrong.
I'm must have.
What if you didn't? Nick Fisher killed Mark.
Except you didn't see Nick standing over your son's body.
It was Dyer.
You stood up in court and said so.
No.
No.
Nick Fisher murdered my son.
Well, you're not sure, are you? You can't be.
Nick Fisher had a wife and a son.
Fisherkilledmy son.
Even if he did, they don't deserve this, do they? You've been there, Mr Randle, you know exactly how his wife's feeling.
Why the hell didn't you call us? I just wanted to end it! Whoever killed your son, Ken, this isn't justice.
You got a minute? You must be knackered.
Cut the crap, Satch.
What do you want? I talked to Leigh Fisher.
You what? Well, she needed to know about her husband, didn't she? Now, what else did you talk to her about? If anyone asks she's gonna confirm I left my file, I went out and she lifted Dyer's description.
So now you're putting pressure on her to perjure herself? Not to mention, perverting the course of justice.
Well, it won't come out.
Dyer didn't kill Nick.
There won't be a trial, will there? No thanks to you.
He's a convicted killer, Mi- Sure about that, are you, Satch? What? If Dyer was the fucking Antichrist, what you did was wrong! I tried to get a killer locked up.
Come on! Jesus! I got it wrong.
You all of all people, Mike, you can't send me down for one mistake, can you? One HELL of a mistake, Satch! But what about you? It was your call to release Ken Randle, weren't it? How is that the same? OK.
I fucked up.
But I made an error of judgment, it was not corrupt! WAS IT?! No.
Fuck's sake, son.
Please, Mike? This doesn't need to come out.
(SIGHS) Dyer's solicitor has requested all the paperwork surrounding his arrest.
Well We don't need to give it to her, do we? If we don't, it looks like we've got something to hide.
You better pray that Leigh Fisher sticks to her story.
You've got some front.
What? Just dropped in to make sure I'm still onside of you? I said I'd lie for you and I meant it.
Leigh, I came to pay my respects Nick was good mate.
Hm! You don't want to lose your job over him, though, do you? (SIGHS) Yeah.
Go on.
Go back to what you do so well.
Leigh, look, I didn't want any of this to happen.
If I could have stopped it, then I would have.
You didn't, though, did you?! Nick's dead! Look at him! Well, go on! You can hardly miss him! I've got the rest of my life to get through.
(SNIFFS) And then what? Funeral next? Then we'll all be forgotten, won't we? Case closed.
There's still a trial.
There won't be, while he admitted it.
Ken Randle's only admitted manslaughter.
Oh, well, he'll be tried for murder, though.
There will be jury.
He's trying to get out of it? Well, he'll still go to prison.
It's not right.
He has to go down for murder, he has to! What time's the funeral? 12:00.
Morning, Sam.
Oh, are you going too? Yeah, well, he's ex-job, isn't he? Sarah Randle's downstairs.
She's with a solicitor.
You've read the form, Sarah? Yes.
So you understand that if you make a false statement you're liable for prosecution? Is this really necessary? Yes.
Sarah? You're stating that on the evening your brother was killed you met with Nick Fisher? Yes.
We have your original statement from 1996.
There's no mention of Nick Fisher.
In fact, you said you were home all evening.
Can I remind you that was made when Miss Randle was only 13? It's still a false statement, though, isn't it? Sarah, it's pretty obvious you're saying all these things to help your father's defence.
Miss Randle's come forward to - I know why.
That's a bit of coincidence, don't you think? Sarah, if you're lying, you are perverting the course of justice.
Do you understand how serious this is? But it's true.
I did see Nick.
So, why only mention it now? They'd arrested Dyer.
Everyone had said it was him.
Dad had seen him.
But you still lied.
You said you were home all evening.
Well, Dad didn't know I had a boyfriend.
Let alone one who was 17.
He'd have gone mad.
So, you lied to stop your father finding out? Well, they had Terry Dyer locked up.
I really didn't think Nick had done it.
But you do now? When Nick left me, it was 20 minutes.
At most, half an hour before Mark died.
Was he angry? Nick said he was gonna have it out with Mark, make him leave us alone.
What did you say? Oh, I tried to stop him, didn't I? To tell you the truth, I thought Mark might kill him.
Where did you meet Nick? At home? Would have been way too risky.
We sat in the little park.
The one next to the estate? How come Mark didn't find you there? It was a kids' place.
He wouldn't have been seen dead there.
Was anyone else there? Just us.
We sat on the roundabout for ages.
We went round and round, holding hands.
Nick said he loved me.
I thought he meant it.
Maybe he did.
Nick Fisher killed my brother.
Nothing else matters.
You can't know that, Sarah.
Terry Dyer didn't do it.
That's why he wanted to talk to Nick.
OK, Sarah, I'm gonna leave you with Detective Sergeant Satchell who is gonna write everything down.
And once he's finished you can read the statement and make any changes you wish to, OK? DOOR-LOCK MECHANISM BUZZERS Went well, then, did it? (SIGHS) Yeah.
Dyer's bitchy solicitor is gonna be all over this like a rash.
Is Sarah Randle blaming Nick? Yeah.
She's gonna say so in court.
He'll get manslaughter, won't he? Yep.
Right.
I'm gonna go to the Yard, spread the joy.
Tell Satch to meet me at the crematorium.
ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY MOBILE PHONE BLEEPS Ah? Yeah.
Hello.
Can you put me through to your Personnel Department, please? (PEOPLE CONVERSE SOFTLY) Leigh, on behalf of us in the Force, I'm really sorry.
Right.
You have my sympathies.
Thank you.
Satch? Hi.
How was it? Bleak.
She did well.
Where have the hell you been? Trying to get Nick Fisher's alibi to stand up.
And you had to do that during the guy's funeral? Yeah, well, I didn't think I was missed, was I? What happened? The supermarket he worked at has closed down.
The bloke who gave him his alibi diedsix months ago.
Shit.
Well, at least you tried.
Yeah.
I really think she's gonna find this trial hard-hard-hard.
Yeah, it'll be better if she stayed away all together, wouldn't it? SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYS Leigh? Can I come in? I'd rather you didn't.
Leigh, it's about the trial.
Something's are gonna get said.
She's gonna say Nick killed her brother? She can't actually say that.
She can make it sound like he did.
They're gonna use the underage relationship as well.
That's mad! Nick wasn't much older than her.
I found this when I was sorting through his things.
Is that her? Yeah.
Hm! He kept it all this time? Must have meant something to him.
Look at them! You can tell he liked her.
Nick wasn't just some nonce! I know, I know that, Leigh.
I'll see you in court, yeah? If you want anything, you just call me, yeah? Just take that, will ya.
Stupid little bitch! Last thing I want is that in the house.
Mr Randle, you went to Nick Fisher's work to talk to him.
Yes.
And only to talk? Yes.
So how do you explain taking a kitchen knife with you? I wasn't gonna use it.
But you did, didn't you? You stabbed Nick Fisher ten times.
Would you say that's a fair summary of your actions, Mr Randle? It wasn't like that.
Mr Randle, you took a knife from home, you stabbed a man several times, which led to his death.
Yes or no? Yes.
Do you really expect the jury to believe that you didn't know what you were doing? He wound me up.
I kept seeing Mark.
But you knew exactly what you were doing.
You knew that you were going to kill Nick Fisher.
No! I went to get him to confess.
You've admitted you deliberately took a knife.
So, presumably, you intended to use it for something.
It was only if he wouldn't talk.
You took the knife intending to threaten Nick Fisher, didn't you? If he wouldn't listen.
Yes.
And he didn't.
Hehe laughed at me.
Mr Fisher? Laughed? He only had to say he'd done it.
So you tried to make him.
Ten stab wounds.
The pathologist has reported deep piercing wounds displaying a degree of force consistent with uncontrolled anger.
Tell me about Mark! Like fuck, I will! Mr Randle.
Are you capable of continuing? Mr Randle.
I kept seeing my son dying.
All he had to say was the truth.
But he wouldn't, would he? I had to keep stabbing him! Bastard! Bastard! (SOBS) Oh! Leigh.
Are you all right? Not what I was expecting.
Yeah, well Doesn't make it any easier, does it? I've got to go back in.
She's up next.
I can't miss that.
My dead husband, Nick Fisher, the murderer and paedophile.
Leigh, let me take you home.
No.
Fuck off, and leave me alone.
Leigh! Shit.
See, I'm right, aren't I? Yeah, maybe.
Look, sit in the swings.
That one.
There.
It's not there.
Roundabout wasn't there when the photo was taken.
Yeah, but maybe she just made a mistake.
Oh, come on, mate.
She's lying.
In her statement she said, "We sat on the roundabout going around for ages, going round and round.
" Satch, look at this.
What year did Mark die? She must be lying.
Your father had recently discovered that you had a relationship with the victim when you were still at school.
Is that correct? Yes.
And when you were having this relationship was it sexual? My Lord.
Is this relevant, Ms Dyson? Absolutely.
Was your relationship with Nick Fisher sexual, Sarah? Yes.
Yes, it was.
Yet you were only 13, weren't you? Yes.
So you were underage.
And how old was Nick Fisher? He was 17.
Was I all right? You did very well.
Your father would be proud.
Enjoy that, did you? I was only telling the truth.
You stood there and told the world my husband's a pervert.
I didn't say that.
You might as well have! If Nick's dead, I-I What? So he can't argue back? Mrs Fisher, please! Leave this to us.
Sarah, I'd like you to come with us.
Where to? To the police station.
We need to ask you a few questions.
This way.
I meant, the swings.
You don't go round and round on swings! I didn't make it up.
You have to stop this.
We sat on the swings.
It was like that.
Do you realise how much trouble you're in, Sarah? What? You're perverting the course of justice.
But-but Dad believed me.
You didn't meet Nick that night, did you? DID YOU? No! You want one? Hm? No.
Are they gonna charge her? I think we should keep going.
Well, she's already admitted she lied.
Yeah, I know.
But why is she in so deep? Yeah.
I'm sorry, all right.
He didn't do it, yeah? It was lovely, really gentle.
I loved him.
Your lie made Nick Fisher look like a killer, Sarah.
You stood up in court and repeated it in front of his widow.
I didn't mean for this to happen.
Really? So, why did you lie? For Dad.
He was in bits.
He-he needed to be sure he was right.
What? That he was right to kill Nick? He was going mad, not knowing.
He thought is was Nick, but he wasn't sure.
So you told your Dad you'd seen him.
I only did it so he could sleep at night.
He was all over the place.
I had to do something.
I didn't know they'd make me say it in court.
Really? Can I go? Please? I'm really sorry! Nick Fisher could have murdered your brother.
No.
Nick hated Mark, but he wouldn't do something like that.
He'd been badly beaten up, humiliated in front of you.
It wasn't him.
How do you know? Nick had an alibi.
He could have lied.
He didn't.
How can you be so sure? I just am! Sarah, the only way you could know Nick didn't kill your brother is if you know who did.
It was Terry Dyer.
Dad saw him.
So, why did you make the story up about Nick, then? You're scared of your father, aren't you? No.
I would be.
I seen him when he's angry, especially, when he's pissed.
Dad would never hurt me.
It doesn't stop you being scared of him, though, does it? And Mark was the same as him, wasn't he? Yeah, he had his father's temper too.
He beat your boyfriend up in front of you.
That must have been quite something.
I tried to stop him.
Yeah, well, he's bigger than you, isn't he? He was four years older, about to go into the army.
You didn't stand a chance.
I had a go.
Yeah, good for you.
(SNIFFS) What your brother do? He slapped me about a bit.
Nick couldn't stop him.
Mark was only looking out for me.
Bet you hated him for it.
No.
I loved my brother.
Yeah, but he was a race with you, wasn't he? Don't blame him, his baby sister giving him a showing-up like that.
It wasn't like that.
Yeah.
You deserved a slap, though, didn't you? Having sex at 13, that's disgusting, Sarah.
I bet Mark couldn't wait to tell your Daddy.
I begged him not to.
He had no right.
Yeah.
He had every right, Sarah, you were his baby sister.
You were shagging a grown man.
I loved Nick! Yeah, but it was a real turn-on for that pervert, wasn't it? A little girl pouring all over him.
No.
Nick loved me, he told me he did.
Was that before or after he fucked you? Stop it! Nick killed Mark, didn't he? No.
I told you, he didn't.
You know what, Sarah? I think you were there.
NO! But you're sure he didn't do it.
You've got to help me out with this one, sweetheart.
How can you be so sure when you say you weren't with him? Maybe I was.
(SOBS) It's time to tell the truth, Sarah.
I am.
The night your brother died, you weren't in the flat, were you? I was! I don't think you can live with his any longer.
You have to let it go.
Come on.
Trust me, Sarah.
It's time.
Tell me what happened that night.
Did you go out? I told Mark I was gonna see a friend.
But you went to see Nick.
I wanted to know that he was all right.
After the fight.
(SNIFFS) Mark ruined everything! He was worse than Dad.
(SNIFFS) I rangrang Nick.
He wouldn't even answer the phone.
And you needed to see him, didn't you? Yeah.
What happened then, sweetheart? Mark came after me.
He was angry.
Yes.
Sarah! You're going home! No! You little slut! Come on! It isn't like that! How did you get the bottle? When I fell.
Was it on the ground? (GRUNTS) I mean it, Mark! Home! NOW! UGHHH (GASPS) Oh, shit! Mark! It's all right, mate.
Terry Dyer was just trying to help.
Then Dad arrived.
He screamed at Dyer.
YOU BASTARD! GET OFF HIM! And Dyer ran.
Ma-Mark died.
No! No! Stay with me.
Stay with me.
There was blood.
(WHIMPERS) So much blood! (SOBS) It was an accident, Sarah.
No.
I wanted to hurt him.
I HATED HIM! But you didn't mean to kill him.
Why didn't you tell your father? He was so sure of what he'd seen, everyone was.
They thought it was Dyer.
They hated him.
So much hate.
They said what they'd do to him if they got hold of him.
Everyone was hugging me cos of Mark dying.
I wanted to tell the truth, but the house was full.
People were saying how sorry they were.
No-one asked me! (SOBS) Please don't tell my Dad? PLEASE? (SOBS) KEYS RATTLE You all right? Yeah, nothing a fag won't help.
Ahem.
Look, um Mike Satch .
.
let it go.
Let's just hope we've both learned something.
Now, you hang back.
This one's down to me.
(GASPS) (GROANS) (SOBS) SAD VIOLINS PLAY Members of the jury, you are still in charge of the defendant.
In a moment I will ask one of you, the Foreman, to stand.
The defendant in this matter has indicated he wishes to change his plea.
Therefore, I direct you to find the Defendant guilty.
Will the Foreman, please, stand? Do you find the Defendant, Kenneth Peter Randle, by direction of the Court, guilty of the murder of Nicholas Fisher? Yes.
And is that the verdict of you all? Yes.
This is a tragic case, Mr Randle.
And I have some sympathy for your actions.
However, there is only one sentence I can give.
You will be sent to prison for life.
Take him down.
I'm sorry.
I know it's not enough.
But I am.
SAD VIOLINS PLAY YOUBITCH! You bitch! You fucking bitch! Closed Captions Provided By CSI
Oh! No! We need to talk.
I want to talk! I WANT TO TALK! Ah! Sarah! (PANTS) Sarah! (PANTS) SARAH! Boo! Oi! (GASPS) SARAH! Dad! Dad! DOG BARKS Dad! Dyer's back.
What? He's out of prison.
Where? Where, Sarah? Downstairs.
He grabbed me.
Sarah! (BANGS) Police? Please I'll sort this.
Dad! (BANGS HEAVILY) Sarah, open the door.
(CONTINUES BANGING) (PANTS) Open the door! Calling them again.
(KNOCKS FEROCIOUSLY) Police? (COCKS GUN) Dad! WAIT THERE! Shit.
I only want to talk to her.
You bastard.
NO! GUNSHOT CRACKS, SHELL-CASING TINKLES SOFT EERIE TONES RESONATE SIREN WAILS Boss? Yeah? Oh, God! The press are going to be all over this.
Sam? Any sign of the victim? No.
I've got a witness who says he saw him holding his arm as he ran off.
So hospitals on alert? Oh, yeah.
London-wide.
So, what have we got now? Terry Sean Dyer - released five days ago, after a 12-stretch.
Murdered a Mark Randle, aged 18, in 1996.
Mark Randle, being our shooter's son? Yeah.
Dyer denies it, but he was caught red-handed.
His father saw him.
(SIGHS) Charles Bronson calmed down yet, has he? Oh, yeah.
FME's has cleared him for interview.
They're taking him through now.
Great.
Well, let's do him.
Ah! Can I join you? This one too big for us, is it? Now, the DAC want this kid-gloved.
The press are swarming.
Ah, yeah.
I'm aware of that.
I'd like to hear what he's got to say.
Do you mind? No.
I've got an address for Dyer from his parole officer.
It's a bail hostel on Dalston Lane.
Great.
Satch, go with him.
Take some backup, yeah? Right, the rest of you, I want you to get Dyer's description circulated, please.
Remember, we don't know if he's armed or if he's dangerous.
So, please, err on the side of caution? Understand? Mr RandleI'm Chief Superintendent Mike Walker.
This is Chief Inspector Roisin Connor.
Finally.
Can I go now? Not really an option.
I was attacked in my own home.
Yes.
You also shot a man, Mr Randle.
Heh! He was trying to hurt my daughter.
Is she all right? I'm sure she'll be fine.
What? You don't know? I think you should be more worried about yourself.
FAINT POLICE RADIO CHATTERS He went out early this morning.
Haven't seen him since.
Mr Dyer? Mr Dyer, it's the police! Key? (SIGHS) We've missed him.
He's gone.
Do a local sweep.
He may not have gone far, yeah? Will do.
Let's go! Hey, Satch, look at this.
Stuff from his trial.
Masses of it.
SIREN WAILS (RADIO CHATTER INDISTINCT) CHILLING MUSIC PLAYS OK.
Well, let's talk about the gun.
Is this necessary? It's an illegal firearm, Mr Randle.
Where did you get it? (SIGHS) Ex-army mate.
I've had it for years.
Never used it.
Never even thought of using it.
What was his name? (LAUGHS) I'm hardly gonna tell you that, am I? OK, you say, Dyer wanted to hurt Sarah.
He did! Well, how can you be so sure? He attacked her on the estate.
She was lucky she was escaped.
You see, according to Sarah's statement, hegrabbed by her arm.
Now, that's a little short of an attack.
He battered my front door down to get at her.
Why didn't you call us? There wasn't enough time.
Oh, was he armed? I don't know! So you shot an unarmed man? For CHRIST'S sake - he murdered my son, then turns up after my daughter?! Why would he want to hurt her? (SIGHS EXASPERATEDLY) Must have been one hell of a shock, him turning up like that.
(SIGHS) It's Sarah I'm thinking about.
Dyer's scum! Sarah went to pieces after he he killed her brother.
God alone, knows what this is gonna do to her.
Ken, the problem we have with this is, we don't know whether Dyer was armed and we don't know why he came round.
He was (BANGS TABLE) .
.
after Sarah! Sit DOWN, Mr Randle.
(SIGHS) Sarah says when Dyer got in to your hallway he said he wanted to talk.
When I pointed the gun at him, aye.
Well, what if that was the truth? Oh, come off it! Kenyou shot a potentially unarmed man with an illegal firearm.
That's attempted murder.
(SCOFFS) You're sayin' I could go to prison? It's possible.
Yeah.
Mike.
We should have pushed him further.
He wanted to kill Dyer.
He as good as said it.
Yeah.
That wouldn't help him in court.
I'm sorry.
Why are we helping him? He's just a father protecting his daughter.
Mike, he just shot a man! I'm releasing him, pending further inquiries.
YOUare not serious?! (SIGHS) He's alleging it was self-defence.
You have no victim.
Discharging an illegal firearm - attempted murder, Mike.
You want to charge him, you find Dyer.
Right now, I've got to talk to the press.
(BEEPS ELECTRONIC DOOR LOCK) Right.
What have we got? There's still no sign of Dyer.
We're checking for friends and family.
Ah? Father's unknown.
Mother disowned him when he was found guilty.
I've just spoken to Prison Records - Dyer had no visitors, andno letters either.
What? In 12 years? What did he want with the daughter? We don't know.
The father shot him before he had a chance to explain.
Yeah.
Very helpful.
Got a sighting in Stepney.
Dyer turned up at someone's door, asking for a Nick.
Nick who? Don't know.
Local boys are there, Dyer's long gone.
Hang on a second.
Back in '96, Dyer blamed a Nick-someone for the murder.
He said he'd had aa row with the dead boy before he was killed.
Nick Fisher.
They say, the alibi checked out - ".
.
to be pursued no further".
What address did Dyer turn up at? Ah? 27 Stepney Place.
He's going through the phonebook.
Stepney Place is second on the list.
Out of how many? Ah 10.
You guys better find Nick Fisher before Dyer does.
EERIE TONES RESONATE Why do you think Dyer came round, Mr Walker? We're not sure.
Do you know when he was first arrested, he insisted he was innocent? (SCOFFS) You saw him, didn't you? I saw enough.
Dyer had the bottle.
He was covered in Mark's blood.
It's not something you forget.
I can imagine.
I thought he was gonna kill Sarah too.
She must mean a lot to you.
Come on.
Let's get you a lift home.
Go check, see if anyone's seen Dyer.
DING-DONG! Bloody hell! Dave Satchell! Long time, aye? You two know each other? Well, he's ex-job.
We were at Camley Street together.
Can we come in, please? Yeah, sure.
I only ever knew him as 'Chips', yeah? How you doin'? I'm good, bro, good.
Come in.
Ken, was your daughter friends with Terry Dyer? Before the murder, I mean.
Dyer was roughout of control.
Never saw the father.
And the mother didn't give a toss, you could tell.
What about Nick Fisher? Remember him? Not really.
Dyer's trying to find him.
Why would he do that? I was hoping you could tell me.
(SIGHS) No way, if those two were mates.
When he was arrested, Dyer said that Fisher and your son had a fight.
This was a couple of days before Mark was murdered.
I didn't know that.
Yeah.
Dyer reckons the fight was over Sarah.
You'd have thought Dyer would want to keep his head down.
Tried to blame you for the murder, didn't he? Yeah, well, he picked the wrong guy.
I was working that night.
Used to do shifts, stacking shelves, at a supermarket.
In his statement he mentioned a fight between you and Mark.
(SIGHS) It was nothing.
I mean, II don't like to speak ill of the dead.
But he was an aggressive little sod, took after his father.
Was Ken Randle violent, then? Ex-army, wasn't he? Scared the hell out of me.
Mark wanted to be just like him.
When he tried to take me on, I justI just walked away.
Do you think Sarah might have any idea what Dyer's up to? No.
(LAUGHS) Why should she? Leave her, please? There's your car, Ken.
Someone will be round to fix your panic alarm.
If Dyer appears, use it.
Thanks.
And you don't know why Terry Dyer would want to see you? You really think he's dangerous? Mm.
We have to assume so, yeah.
Daddy! Hello, mate.
(GRUNTS) How you doin'? Did you get any shopping done? No.
No! (LAUGHS) This is my wife, Leigh.
Nice to meet you.
You're police, right? Yeah, Dave here was in the Force with me.
I thought something had happened.
Yeah, well, it sort of has.
That guy that's on the run They think he's trying to find me.
Why would he wanna do that? Look, are you sure you haven't seen him? Oh, my God.
He was on the corner.
Where? By the newsagents.
Finn dropped Zebra and he picked it up.
Ah? Excuse me? I see something fell there.
Oh, thanks.
Thank you.
Heh! (LAUGHS) Don't worry.
Don't worry.
We won't let anything happen.
It's fine.
Sarah? SATCH: Any sign.
No.
He would have seen her car.
Are we all set here? The panic alarm's on its way.
It's being like we're royalty.
You sure you two are gonna be all right? We'll be here in minutes, OK? Thanks.
Look, I'll pop back end-of-shift.
We'll catch up then.
Cheers, mate.
See you later.
If Dyer is looking for Nick Fisher, he's got to at least have been there.
The father's adamant Dyer did it.
He saw him holding the weapon.
But in his original statement Dyer insisted he was innocent.
Most of the prison population do that, don't they? What'd Nick Fisher think? Well, he hasn't got a clue.
He says he barely knew Dyer.
We need to talk to the daughter again.
Not tonight, huh? (MOANS SOFTLY) Dad! Why didn't you wake me? You OK? Fine.
I'll make us a tea.
Sit down.
What? Sit down, Sarah.
Why didn't I know? We were just mucking about.
You're kissing him.
I was being silly.
Nick Fisher?! Did Did you have sex with him? No! DID YOU? Jesus Christ! I'm sorry.
(SNIVELS) (LAUGHS) He made you, did he? It wasn't like that.
He's the same age as your brother, for fuck's sake, Sarah.
He never hurt me.
You were 13 years of age.
A A child.
Why didn't you talk to me? I'd have sorted him.
I liked him, Dad.
Your brother found out, didn't he? Warned him off.
Why didn't the pair of you talk to me? (GASPS) Mark said he'd handle it.
Oh! I was drunk, wasn't I? Course you were drunk! (YELLS) You were always drunk, ever since you got back.
That's why Mum left! Nobody could talk to you then.
NOT ME! NOT MARK! (SOBS) (GASPS) (GRUNTS) Checked with the hospitals, they're still on alert.
Anything else? Not unless Dyer shows himself, no.
Well, I promised Nick Fisher I'd drop by.
See you tomorrow.
Good night.
Night, Satch.
Good night, Mike.
Seen this? Oh, the people's bloody hero.
Good job we released him, then.
They got anything on Dyer? Hm? God, I wish, Mike.
Oh, he can't just disappear.
Told him that, have you? No way! (LAUGHS) No way Paul! What are doing here? Who the hell's he? Gosh.
You look incredible.
I've got no idea.
Oh, hang on.
Um But he's certainly popular.
Dad! No! Please, don't do this? (COUGHS) It's been four years now.
Don't you dare tell me what to do! Fisher must be part of this.
You saw Dyer kill Mark, not Fisher.
I didn't see him stab Mark.
He was there.
But I didn't see him kill him You gotta stop this.
Fisher knows something.
No, Dad, he doesn't.
And Dyer's trying to find him.
No.
Nick wasn't involved.
Dad, no.
Please? You should have told me what that bastard was up to with you! No wonder Mark had a go at him! (SLAMS DOOR) BANG! BANG! (MUTTERS) You wanna go down.
Wanna bring me down? Yeah? Well, HOW'S THAT! (GRUNTS) I said! Hah! I said! ME! MENACING MUSIC PLAYS LOW-LEVEL CONVERSATION WOMAN: Hurts So Good Computers is easily money, mate, I'm telling you.
Wouldn't know where to start.
I taught myself.
Needed to feed the wife's credit card habit.
And that was before Finn was around.
She expensive, is she? Mmm Just a bit.
Heh.
Can't believe she let you out.
Oh, she knows me too well - lousy with stress, I needed a pint.
Soum when Leigh let's you go down the pub (RATTLES COINS) Mmm Yeah.
She don't know it's here.
Spot on, mate.
You should be a detective.
(BOTH LAUGH) Yes, Dave.
Any sign, yet? Ah, he's probably tucked up somewhere safe for the night.
Got another one of those? Oh.
Ah.
Thought you had a better offer.
It's not what you think.
Paul's my little brother, Mike.
What? Mm.
(LAUGHS) God, you really had them going.
Not you though, hey? So, where is he? Ah, I give him the keys to my flat.
I'm gonna meet him there.
What's wrong? Hm? Ah? My dad is dying.
Oh, Roisin, I'm sorry.
No-no.
No-no.
There's no need, no need.
He's gotcancer apparently.
It's in is bones, spread to his liver.
Paul just came to get me.
(SIGHS) So, why didn't you phone? Oh, he knows me too well.
Get on well, you and your Dad? Mch! Roisin.
Mm-hm.
Come and sit down.
Mch.
Sure.
You know, the last time I saw him, Mike, I I tried so hard.
I tried soff I tried sofuckin' hard.
And all he did was tear strips off me for doing the washing-up.
For the washing-up, Mike.
And you had a go back at him.
Mm-hm.
We've haven't spoken since.
All we do is argue, and he doesn't need that right now.
You know.
Imagine the scene.
"Hi, Dad.
Hear you're dying.
Fancy a round? Might speed things up.
" (BOTH CHUCKLE) Hey, he might just surprise you.
No.
He doesn't need me right now.
He doesn't even like me.
What do you need? Nothing.
I've moved on, I've got my life here.
Moved on, or run away? (SIGHS) He's your Dad, Roisin, and he's dying, and you should be there.
(CLEARS THROAT) (LABOURED BREATHING) I don't I don't know.
(PATS ROISIN'S HAND) I'm sorry.
(SNIFFS) I'm sorry.
This isstupid.
(SIGHS) Thank you.
Ah! UNIDENTIFIABLE SONG PLAYS Cheers.
So married life suits you, then? There are moments.
Heh! Comes with the territory, don't it? Don't suppose you know I got a kid? Ah! So your sex life's as good as mine, then, aye? (LAUGHS) You sure you gonna go to work? Oh, promised the client, didn't I? Well, you've had a few.
I've done it on more, mate, believe me.
Besides, it's just me up there.
(LAUGHS) Right, so a little nap won't go - Oi! You bastard! Wait.
Mr Randle Thought you'd get away with it, didn't you? Oi-oi-oi What is this about? Sarah! Heh! That was a very long time ago.
She was 13, a little kid! Oi! Oi-oi! I was only a kid as well.
She was underage! YOU took advantage! Right, I It wasn't like that, OK.
She pushed herself on me.
She was (DROWNED OUT) OI! OI! Mark should have finished you off.
Well, he had a good go, didn't he? What is all this about? Ask him.
The pervert.
When we were younger, Sarah and I saw each other for a while.
You piece of shit.
Mr Randle, please?! Turns you on, does it, little girls? Pah! She wasn't that little! She was a child! OK.
OK.
I'm sorry.
All right? I'm not finished! Yeah, well, I am.
I'm sorry, OK.
So let's leave it.
Where is Dyer? I want to see him.
How should I know? Dyer saw you and Mark fighting.
So? Sodid you go back to get him? Did you and Dyer sort out Mark together? What? I need to know! Mr Randle! Nick had an alibi.
It was checked at the time, he wasn't there.
So why does Dyer want him, huh? It's to do with Mark, it has to - Oi! Come on.
Look.
You have to go home now.
Yeah? GET OFF ME! OI! OI! Last chance or I arrest you and you get locked up, all right? Now go home.
Sleep it off.
Go on.
I want answers, Fisher! You listenin'? Go home.
(ANGUISHED BELLOW) Fucking hell! Fucking hell.
Thanks, mate.
Why didn't you tell me about Sarah? She was 13? I'm not surprised he had a go.
OK.
I was 17, Satch, all right.
I'm not proud of it.
But don't make me a paedo, does it? Yeah.
All right.
You sure you know why Dyer wants to speak to you? Honestly, Dave, mate, I ain't got a clue.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS Oh, shit! Leigh.
Yes, it's me.
Where are you? I was onanother call.
You been in all night? Yeah.
It's taken longer than I thought it would.
(INDISTINCT) You OK? Finn just said that he really misses you.
Well, umgive him a kiss for me, will you? Yeah, OK.
Bye.
(SIGHS HEAVILY) EERIE TONES RESONATE EERIE MUSIC BECOMES MENACING I thought I was gonna have to arrest him.
Did you take him home? Well, I didn't want to leave Fisher.
Randle was pissed.
I need to give him a call.
Let him know what'll happen if he gets into any more trouble.
Yeah.
I already did that.
He's fine, honestly.
What the hell are you doing here? Running away, Mike.
Is that what you want him to remember? Roisin, my father died and I wasn't there.
Did you regret it? I hated him.
I hated him more than anything.
But, yes.
Yes, I should have been there.
He won't even notice.
Yes, he will.
And so will you.
Go on, bugger off.
The sooner you go, the sooner you get back.
No question.
Beat it.
Thank you.
Oh, heavy night, was it? I (SIGHS) Good bye.
TELEPHONE RINGS Satchell.
Sam, the guy last night was Roisin's brother.
And her father's dying.
Oh, shit! Nick Fisher's activated the panic alarm.
Well, get over there.
ALARM BLARES SIREN WAILS (SIREN DROWNS OUT) Go.
Go.
(PANTS) (GRUNTS) WAILING SIREN NEARS Ah! Ahhh Where is he? I don't know.
We've lost him.
Shit! Satch? Sam.
What have you got? Yeah.
We've lost him.
No.
No-no-no, there's no need.
You just (SIGHS) All right, well, just bring me up a bacon sarny, then.
Leigh, sweetheart, please, stop worrying? Yeah, Dave's right here with me.
(Sorry.
) Yeah.
Yeah-yeah.
All right.
I'll see you later.
I love you.
Sure you're all right? Don't you start.
Listen, mate, I better motor.
I must have slept most of the night.
(SIGHS) If I lose this contract, it's on your head.
ENGINE IGNITES, THEN REVS SUDDEN SILENCE Dad? DOOR CLOSES Dad! How many times do we have to miss this guy? Well, uniform were there in seconds.
So, how did he get away? Well, he's obviously fit.
Oh.
I've got a press conference in an hour, Sam.
I'll mention that to them, shall I? We could put a watch on Fisher.
Nah, we haven't got the manpower.
We lost the DCI, remember? Oh, well, let's just hope her father dies quickly, then.
Well, it'll be at least a month, won't it? What? Well, he's gotta die yet.
Then there's the funeral, or whatever.
(SIGHS) Jesus.
Nick Fisher's activated the panic alarm again.
I'm going this time.
Satch, let's catch this bastard.
Nick? Nick, it's Dave! It's not locked.
(GRUNTS) Oh! (GASPS) Oh, shit.
Jean? You got anything? Might have, if someone hadn't moved the body.
We couldn't get in.
Multiple stab wounds.
Yeah, I could have told you that.
Attack mostly happened over here.
Blood's gone a long way.
Here.
Here.
(EXHALES) Used a lot of force.
Frenzied, comes to mind.
DING-DONG! Do you want me to do - No.
Where is he, Dave? (GASPS) (SOBS) The killer leaves - he managed to drag himself to the panic alarm, collapses by the door, and bleeds to death.
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS Yeah.
And no sign of a break-in.
Well, there wouldn't be.
Why? Looks like your victim made his killer a coffee.
What? Kettle was still warm when I arrived.
Two cups.
I'll rush them through.
You think you know who did this, don't you? Yeah.
But I can't understand why he would let him in.
Could have tricked him.
Yeah, tricking's one thing, Jean.
Coffee's another.
Well, I'd say, the argument started here, which is why the coffee's all over the place.
So the coffee was made.
The first blow spilt it? I'm not 100%, but The first injury - possibly a cut to the arm.
Shit! Coffee's spilt.
The blood-tracks lead us back to here, and your victim's on the floor at this point.
So he fell.
Mm! And then the rest of the attack.
(MAN GRUNTS) I still don't know why he let him in.
I'm glad to say, that's your problem.
BIRDSONG Is she with Satch? Yeah, and a WPC.
I've called her parents, they're on their way.
What about the kid? He was at nursery, thank God.
Now, I'll get back to the Incident Room - keep the pressure on.
All right.
(WOMAN CRIES SOFTLY) (POLICEWOMAN MURMURS SOFTLY) Satch.
She's all over the place.
Yeah, I heard.
Looks like Nick let him in.
What? Why would he do that? Hey.
I'm Chief Superintendent Mike Walker.
I'm really sorry.
Do you want some tea? That's Nick's.
Finn got it for him for Father's Day! (GASPS) Let me.
NO! Leigh.
BROKEN CUP CLINKS (SNIFFS) Sit down.
CLINKING How did it happen? We think Nick let him in.
He wouldn't.
There was no sign of a break-in, Leigh.
I was there earlier.
He was paranoid.
He even came down to make sure I shut the door properly.
What time? (SOFTLY) I don't Half 11-ish? (GASPS) I was gonna stay, but he got so much to do.
Was it Dyer? We can't say, for sure.
Leigh, we need to know - did you see anyone either on your way in or when you left? No.
Hang on a second.
Leigh? Oi! Oi! You lookin' for me? Yeah, you.
You mother-fuckers! Whoa.
You looking for Terry Dyer? Stay still.
Stop there.
Here I am.
Yeah? Come on.
Huh? (SPITS) Yeah, fuck you! TURN AROUND! (BELLOWS) What's your name? Arghhhhh (SOBS) What ya got? No sign of the weapon.
Loads of prints, but none of them are Dyer's yet.
Great.
It's good that we got him, though.
Not if we can't put him at the murder scene.
You up for questioning? Mike.
I thought I'd be interviewing? Nick Fisher's a friend.
That's all the more reason, innit? Sorry, Satch.
Got to get this one right.
Don't want any cries of "bias" from the CPS.
Fisher deserved it.
And why is that? I lost 12 years.
They should have been his.
You're suggesting that HE killed Mark Randle.
Well, he had a motive.
I didn't.
Hm! You were tried and found guilty, son.
Mark's father saw you covered in his son's blood.
You were still holding the bottle of Keller.
It was the wrong placewrong time.
Do you think anyone's going to believe that? That's why I wanted to talk to Fisher.
Make him own up.
With a knife.
Oh, what's the fucking point? Huh? Terry.
This isn't going to help.
Makes no difference.
Hm? Look at him there.
I did it, didn't I? Ah-hah.
Isthat a confession? I didn't confess last time.
I still got life.
Where were you at about 10am this morning, Mr Dyer? Terry? Terry, you have to help yourself.
Now, you told me.
Tell me.
THERE'S NO FUCKING POINT! ALL RIGHT?! Try.
I caught some buses.
(LAUGHS) Oh, fff I got a few cabs.
Oh, buses.
Where'd you buy your cards? What bus stop? Which shop? I can't remember.
Do you remember being outside Nick Fisher's work this morning? Come on, Terry, we've got witnesses.
Two of whom were police officers.
I wanted to talk to Fisher, didn't I? So, yeah, I was there.
Why did you run? Because you want to lock me up.
I'm not fucking stupid! But you went back there later, didn't you? No.
No.
I didn't.
You see? Uh? Nick Fisher's dead, Terry.
Multiple stab wounds.
Looks like he knew his killer.
That's a bit of a coincidence, isn't it? Oh, well, prove it, then.
Eh? Go on.
Yeah.
I intend to, son, and I don't think it's gonna take me very long.
In his possession he's got an Oyster Card, so check it out.
He wasn't on a bus.
Well, let's prove he wasn't.
Fisher is lying.
He's clammed-up.
Look, if we don't get him on something he's going to walk.
What do you want me to do? Beat a confession out of him - We all know he did it.
Let me interview him.
No.
If anybody is gonna, it'll be me.
So what the FUCK are you doing (SOFTER) .
.
out here, then? Maybe you should go home, Satch.
You might handle this a bit better with a bit of distance.
ABSOLUTE SILENCE I know this is hard, Leigh.
Dave, this is pointless.
I really can't remember.
Try.
Please? You walked towards Nick's office, yeah? It was busy - cars passing, lots of people.
You saw someone by the bins.
Nick's dead! I know.
I can't think.
OK?! Leigh, we really need this.
But you know who did it.
(SNIFFS) Dyer.
No.
You got him locked up.
Nobody saw him and we've gotwe've got no forensics.
So he could walk? I need you to remember.
(SNIFFS) He were by the bins - I glanced, but I don't know.
Come on, Leigh.
I don't know! All right! I want to help, but OK.
So this person, what were they wearing, what did they look like? I don't know.
Oh, come on, Leigh, you saw him.
(SOBS) No.
(INDISTINCT) I'm gonna make a cup of tea.
See what you can remember when I'm away, yeah? (SNIFFS) So this man was by the bins? Yes.
But he had his back to me.
But he was definitely wearing combat clothes? This really helps, Leigh.
Well, we can do a lot of things, Satch, but we can't bring back the dead.
Hey, another one of those might help, huh? Yeah, all right.
Sam, you're just in time.
Your round.
(SIGHS) I don't think you'll be wanting another drink.
Why what's happening? The Oyster Card What about it? We've checked the journeys made against the bus footage.
We've got Dyer at 11:30 standing at a bus stop in Paddington.
No way.
Paddington's too far away.
Exactly.
Dyer couldn't have murdered Nick Fisher.
We've got the wrong man.
STIRRING VIOLINS I've 12 years of my life.
Mm? I've got nothing.
No family.
No friends.
NOTHING! I've waited all this time.
And I want a chance, that's all - a life.
DING-DONG! I got it wrong.
But you said Terry Dyer killed Nick.
You stood right there and told me.
I'm sorry.
You lied to me! (SIGHS) I thought it was him.
We all did.
So, who did kill Nick? We don't know yet.
How can you promise something like that and be so wrong? I'm sorry, all right.
How could you?! I think we better go.
Yeah, I think you better had.
We'll keep you up to date with any developments.
Just go.
Look, she's pissed off because I promised we'd got him, that's all.
Oh, is it? We all thought Dyer was the killer.
Yeah, but you're the one who got the statement out of her.
Yeah.
Oh, you fucking idiot! If this gets out - It won't.
She'll calm down.
Yeah, or she'll make a complaint.
What about you? (SIGHS) You're in enough shit without me stirring it.
Walker's not going to turn a blind-eye, though.
So, you don't accept the Robinson's behaved inappropriately? Your client's been released - Satch, that's Dyer's solicitor.
I'd like to see all related paperwork, unless you have something to hide, that is.
Found a new cause, have we? Something to get yourself noticed.
Anything you wish to have a look at, I'm sure we can assist.
I should warn you - I want the Mark Randle murder reviewed.
Ohhh You really are ambitious, aren't you? He was wrongly convicted.
You want that case reopened, I'm not the one to ask.
You can speed the process, though.
As far as I'm concerned, Terry Dyer had a fair trial and was convicted.
So I can't count on your support? I think you know the answer to that one.
I'll be seeing you again, Mr Walker.
I really look forward to it, Ms Clarkson.
Hm! OK.
Have we got everyone? We're in a hell of a mess.
We're the ones that made it.
We've been chasing the wrong guy.
That is an unfortunate fact.
Yes.
Satch.
Tell them about Ken Randle.
Oh, um Night before he died I was out with Nick Fisher.
Ken Randle had a pop at him.
Oi! OI! OI! GET OFF ME! Last chance, or I arrest you and you get locked up, all right? You're joking.
No.
We told him that Dyer was looking for Fisher andhe thought it was to do with his son's murder.
Sohe's a suspect? He's got to be.
Yeah.
Doesn't mean he's the killer, Sam.
But we're still gonna pick him up, though? Yeah, we are.
Satch, go with him.
The rest of you stay focussed.
I want forensics chased, CCTV trawled, anyone near Nick Fisher's place of work questioned again.
Claire, I want to recheck everything we've got on Terry Dyer.
RUSTLING Yeah, when? Yeah, make it as soon as possible, please? Yeah.
We're under a lot of pressure.
Thanks.
Take my car, yeah? I'll give himah15, tops.
As soon as he sees Leigh Fisher's statement Dad? .
.
he'll know.
Samjust Dad! You've tidied up.
Come in, luv.
Sit down.
Why? What have you done? TELEPHONE RINGS Satch back? No, sir.
MOBILE PHONE BLEEPS Shit! Walker? MOBILE PHONE BLEEPS Oh, 20 minutes.
I was close.
He's hardly going to go away, Satch.
Now, let's justdo what we've gotta do, yeah? (SIGHS) I did it for Mark.
It was you?! It's all right, luv.
I had to.
Tell the truth! I am! I had nothing to do with it! What? Like you had nothing to do with my daughter?! It's over now.
But, Nick? (GASPS) This is wrong.
I didn't go there to kill him.
I need you to understand that.
Is that ours? I needed him to tell me what he'd done.
You took it with you?! I liked Sarah! Please? YOU HAD SEX WITH HER! (PANTS) My little girl.
It wasn't like that.
He wouldn't listen, Sarah.
He only had to tell the truth.
You're scum! Last chance.
Tell me about Mark! Fuck, will I! (GRUNTS) Ugh I didn't want this.
I didn't! It's all right, luv.
I had to.
It's not your fault.
We'll think of something.
No, Sarah.
It's the right thing.
It's not! It's so not.
(GASPS) They'll lock you up.
It doesn't matter! Mark's had justice.
He hasn't.
Nick didn't kill Mark.
Dyer didn't do it, luv.
I was wrong about that.
But Nick didn't.
I know he didn't.
Don't! Bastard deserved it.
Mr Randle, can you open the door, please? Stay quiet.
These need postin'.
It's the bills, up to date.
Heh.
I forget we'd run out of stamps.
No! Mr Randle, it's the police.
We need to talk to you.
It's time, Sarah.
Dad, I can't lose you.
You'll be all right.
Open the door, please, Mr Randle? We'll say you were with me, yeah? That's what we will do.
We-we were in all morning, watching telly.
Yeah.
You'll get my army pension.
I'll sort it out, somehow.
No.
Dad, listen.
We were watching a DVD Ah? Saving Private Ryan.
Sarah! You love it.
Sarah, no! First 20 minutes.
When they pull up on the beaches.
Dad.
Mr Randle? You've got to remember.
They're gonna ask you.
Dad, read the back.
Mr Randle, can you open the door, please? Sarah.
(SOBS) You've got to be strong.
Mr Randle! Be proud of Mark.
Be proud of me.
(SOBS) No Dad! Dad, please?! Go on.
Take it.
It's what I used to kill Nick Fisher.
(INDISTINCT) Mr Ken Randle.
Process him.
Bit of a result.
Is that the weapon? He just handed it in to us.
Yeah.
OK.
Sam, well interview him as soon as he's booked in.
Satch.
OK.
Satch, yes or no? Did you help Leigh Fisher identify Dyer? (SIGHS) What do you want me to say? Try the truth.
I am not a bent copper - Coercing a witness, framing a man for murder - what the hell were you thinking about, Sat- We had nothing! (YELLS) So you made something up? I thought it was him.
So did I! Jesus, Satch, what a place to put me in?! If this gets out, you won't just lose your job, you can go to prison.
You know that? Well, you won't let that happen, will you? Oh, really? Who says I won't? If I don't turn this in, Satch, it's more than just your arse on the line.
So, what you gonna do? Right nowI haven't got a fucking clue.
(SIGHS) Jesus.
You put your faith in me, Mr Walker.
You let me go.
I did, yes.
I'm sorry to have let you down.
Let me down?! You've killed a man.
You do know that, don't you, Ken? It was the right thing.
How can it be right, Ken? How can killing a man be right? Nick Fisher killed my son.
Oh! You thought it was Terry Dyer, remember? You shot him.
Who's next, huh? Want to take a pop at me? I was wrong about Dyer.
I'll hold my hands up to that.
He didn't do it.
Dyer was found guilty.
You saw him at the crime scene.
He even gave evidence at his trial, for Christ's sakes.
Poor kid was innocent.
I know that now.
Have you got any evidence for that? Any proof? Fisher was a coward.
He let Terry Dyer serve his time.
How can you be so sure? The scum was having it off with my daughter.
It doesn't mean he killed your son.
Mark found out about it.
He tried to stop them.
It still doesn't mean Nick Fisher killed your son.
He was 17.
My daughter Sarah was only 13.
Ken! That's not proof.
(SNIFFS) (SOBS) (KEENS) DING-DONG! (SOBS) I was gonna call you.
Yeah? I'm sorry about before.
I know you was trying to help.
We've arrested someone.
Who? Ken Randle.
He's Yeah.
I know who he is.
He's confessed to killing Nick.
Hm! He was the one who had a go at Nick on the street.
Nick told you? He said he and the daughter had a stupid snog when they were kids.
That can't be why he did it.
(SIGHS) I don't think he ever got over his son's murder.
What? So he kills my husband?! Yeah.
Are you saying he's mad or something? Well, helost his son, didn't he, then he finds out about Nick and his daughter.
That was years ago.
Nick's not a (SIGHS) Well, I mean, he was just a kid too.
I think it was just the final straw.
Am I supposed to feel sorry for him? Of course, not.
I Sometimes it helps to understand.
He is going to prison, though, isn't he? Yeah.
That bastard should be strung-up.
Yep.
No doubt.
I promise.
I'm glad you got him.
Yeah.
(BABY CRIES) Oh, that's Finn waking up.
It never stops, does it? Leigh about Terry Dyer Look, forget it, Dave.
I better go, yeah? Look, they're asking questions, they want to know how you managed to identify him.
Am I in trouble? No.
But you are? If it comes out.
I know I've got no right to ask.
You've got enough on your plate as it is.
You want me to make something up.
Yeah, well, it won't be easy.
The way you described his clothes was spot on.
Dave, tell me what to say and I'll say it.
I left the room, you opened the file and got Dyer clothes and description from there.
OK.
Now, honestly Yeah.
(BABY WAILS) Thanks, Leigh.
(CLOSES DOOR) Saved my life.
So, you tricked your way in? Fisher buzzed me up.
How did you get him to do that? Told him I wanted to apologise.
He was lovin' it.
Even made me a coffee.
Then you stabbed him.
He deserved it.
How can you know he killed your son? He did! He made his alibi up.
And your proof is? For Christ's sake! He's scum! He was screwing a 13-year-old girl.
No-no-no-no.
This doesn't make sense, Ken.
Look, let's go back to the beginning.
You stated you saw Terry Dyer standing over your son, Mark.
You saw Terry Dyer holding the weapon, the bottle that killed Mark.
You saw it, didn't you? Terry Dyer holding the weapon.
I got it wrong.
I'm must have.
What if you didn't? Nick Fisher killed Mark.
Except you didn't see Nick standing over your son's body.
It was Dyer.
You stood up in court and said so.
No.
No.
Nick Fisher murdered my son.
Well, you're not sure, are you? You can't be.
Nick Fisher had a wife and a son.
Fisherkilledmy son.
Even if he did, they don't deserve this, do they? You've been there, Mr Randle, you know exactly how his wife's feeling.
Why the hell didn't you call us? I just wanted to end it! Whoever killed your son, Ken, this isn't justice.
You got a minute? You must be knackered.
Cut the crap, Satch.
What do you want? I talked to Leigh Fisher.
You what? Well, she needed to know about her husband, didn't she? Now, what else did you talk to her about? If anyone asks she's gonna confirm I left my file, I went out and she lifted Dyer's description.
So now you're putting pressure on her to perjure herself? Not to mention, perverting the course of justice.
Well, it won't come out.
Dyer didn't kill Nick.
There won't be a trial, will there? No thanks to you.
He's a convicted killer, Mi- Sure about that, are you, Satch? What? If Dyer was the fucking Antichrist, what you did was wrong! I tried to get a killer locked up.
Come on! Jesus! I got it wrong.
You all of all people, Mike, you can't send me down for one mistake, can you? One HELL of a mistake, Satch! But what about you? It was your call to release Ken Randle, weren't it? How is that the same? OK.
I fucked up.
But I made an error of judgment, it was not corrupt! WAS IT?! No.
Fuck's sake, son.
Please, Mike? This doesn't need to come out.
(SIGHS) Dyer's solicitor has requested all the paperwork surrounding his arrest.
Well We don't need to give it to her, do we? If we don't, it looks like we've got something to hide.
You better pray that Leigh Fisher sticks to her story.
You've got some front.
What? Just dropped in to make sure I'm still onside of you? I said I'd lie for you and I meant it.
Leigh, I came to pay my respects Nick was good mate.
Hm! You don't want to lose your job over him, though, do you? (SIGHS) Yeah.
Go on.
Go back to what you do so well.
Leigh, look, I didn't want any of this to happen.
If I could have stopped it, then I would have.
You didn't, though, did you?! Nick's dead! Look at him! Well, go on! You can hardly miss him! I've got the rest of my life to get through.
(SNIFFS) And then what? Funeral next? Then we'll all be forgotten, won't we? Case closed.
There's still a trial.
There won't be, while he admitted it.
Ken Randle's only admitted manslaughter.
Oh, well, he'll be tried for murder, though.
There will be jury.
He's trying to get out of it? Well, he'll still go to prison.
It's not right.
He has to go down for murder, he has to! What time's the funeral? 12:00.
Morning, Sam.
Oh, are you going too? Yeah, well, he's ex-job, isn't he? Sarah Randle's downstairs.
She's with a solicitor.
You've read the form, Sarah? Yes.
So you understand that if you make a false statement you're liable for prosecution? Is this really necessary? Yes.
Sarah? You're stating that on the evening your brother was killed you met with Nick Fisher? Yes.
We have your original statement from 1996.
There's no mention of Nick Fisher.
In fact, you said you were home all evening.
Can I remind you that was made when Miss Randle was only 13? It's still a false statement, though, isn't it? Sarah, it's pretty obvious you're saying all these things to help your father's defence.
Miss Randle's come forward to - I know why.
That's a bit of coincidence, don't you think? Sarah, if you're lying, you are perverting the course of justice.
Do you understand how serious this is? But it's true.
I did see Nick.
So, why only mention it now? They'd arrested Dyer.
Everyone had said it was him.
Dad had seen him.
But you still lied.
You said you were home all evening.
Well, Dad didn't know I had a boyfriend.
Let alone one who was 17.
He'd have gone mad.
So, you lied to stop your father finding out? Well, they had Terry Dyer locked up.
I really didn't think Nick had done it.
But you do now? When Nick left me, it was 20 minutes.
At most, half an hour before Mark died.
Was he angry? Nick said he was gonna have it out with Mark, make him leave us alone.
What did you say? Oh, I tried to stop him, didn't I? To tell you the truth, I thought Mark might kill him.
Where did you meet Nick? At home? Would have been way too risky.
We sat in the little park.
The one next to the estate? How come Mark didn't find you there? It was a kids' place.
He wouldn't have been seen dead there.
Was anyone else there? Just us.
We sat on the roundabout for ages.
We went round and round, holding hands.
Nick said he loved me.
I thought he meant it.
Maybe he did.
Nick Fisher killed my brother.
Nothing else matters.
You can't know that, Sarah.
Terry Dyer didn't do it.
That's why he wanted to talk to Nick.
OK, Sarah, I'm gonna leave you with Detective Sergeant Satchell who is gonna write everything down.
And once he's finished you can read the statement and make any changes you wish to, OK? DOOR-LOCK MECHANISM BUZZERS Went well, then, did it? (SIGHS) Yeah.
Dyer's bitchy solicitor is gonna be all over this like a rash.
Is Sarah Randle blaming Nick? Yeah.
She's gonna say so in court.
He'll get manslaughter, won't he? Yep.
Right.
I'm gonna go to the Yard, spread the joy.
Tell Satch to meet me at the crematorium.
ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY MOBILE PHONE BLEEPS Ah? Yeah.
Hello.
Can you put me through to your Personnel Department, please? (PEOPLE CONVERSE SOFTLY) Leigh, on behalf of us in the Force, I'm really sorry.
Right.
You have my sympathies.
Thank you.
Satch? Hi.
How was it? Bleak.
She did well.
Where have the hell you been? Trying to get Nick Fisher's alibi to stand up.
And you had to do that during the guy's funeral? Yeah, well, I didn't think I was missed, was I? What happened? The supermarket he worked at has closed down.
The bloke who gave him his alibi diedsix months ago.
Shit.
Well, at least you tried.
Yeah.
I really think she's gonna find this trial hard-hard-hard.
Yeah, it'll be better if she stayed away all together, wouldn't it? SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYS Leigh? Can I come in? I'd rather you didn't.
Leigh, it's about the trial.
Something's are gonna get said.
She's gonna say Nick killed her brother? She can't actually say that.
She can make it sound like he did.
They're gonna use the underage relationship as well.
That's mad! Nick wasn't much older than her.
I found this when I was sorting through his things.
Is that her? Yeah.
Hm! He kept it all this time? Must have meant something to him.
Look at them! You can tell he liked her.
Nick wasn't just some nonce! I know, I know that, Leigh.
I'll see you in court, yeah? If you want anything, you just call me, yeah? Just take that, will ya.
Stupid little bitch! Last thing I want is that in the house.
Mr Randle, you went to Nick Fisher's work to talk to him.
Yes.
And only to talk? Yes.
So how do you explain taking a kitchen knife with you? I wasn't gonna use it.
But you did, didn't you? You stabbed Nick Fisher ten times.
Would you say that's a fair summary of your actions, Mr Randle? It wasn't like that.
Mr Randle, you took a knife from home, you stabbed a man several times, which led to his death.
Yes or no? Yes.
Do you really expect the jury to believe that you didn't know what you were doing? He wound me up.
I kept seeing Mark.
But you knew exactly what you were doing.
You knew that you were going to kill Nick Fisher.
No! I went to get him to confess.
You've admitted you deliberately took a knife.
So, presumably, you intended to use it for something.
It was only if he wouldn't talk.
You took the knife intending to threaten Nick Fisher, didn't you? If he wouldn't listen.
Yes.
And he didn't.
Hehe laughed at me.
Mr Fisher? Laughed? He only had to say he'd done it.
So you tried to make him.
Ten stab wounds.
The pathologist has reported deep piercing wounds displaying a degree of force consistent with uncontrolled anger.
Tell me about Mark! Like fuck, I will! Mr Randle.
Are you capable of continuing? Mr Randle.
I kept seeing my son dying.
All he had to say was the truth.
But he wouldn't, would he? I had to keep stabbing him! Bastard! Bastard! (SOBS) Oh! Leigh.
Are you all right? Not what I was expecting.
Yeah, well Doesn't make it any easier, does it? I've got to go back in.
She's up next.
I can't miss that.
My dead husband, Nick Fisher, the murderer and paedophile.
Leigh, let me take you home.
No.
Fuck off, and leave me alone.
Leigh! Shit.
See, I'm right, aren't I? Yeah, maybe.
Look, sit in the swings.
That one.
There.
It's not there.
Roundabout wasn't there when the photo was taken.
Yeah, but maybe she just made a mistake.
Oh, come on, mate.
She's lying.
In her statement she said, "We sat on the roundabout going around for ages, going round and round.
" Satch, look at this.
What year did Mark die? She must be lying.
Your father had recently discovered that you had a relationship with the victim when you were still at school.
Is that correct? Yes.
And when you were having this relationship was it sexual? My Lord.
Is this relevant, Ms Dyson? Absolutely.
Was your relationship with Nick Fisher sexual, Sarah? Yes.
Yes, it was.
Yet you were only 13, weren't you? Yes.
So you were underage.
And how old was Nick Fisher? He was 17.
Was I all right? You did very well.
Your father would be proud.
Enjoy that, did you? I was only telling the truth.
You stood there and told the world my husband's a pervert.
I didn't say that.
You might as well have! If Nick's dead, I-I What? So he can't argue back? Mrs Fisher, please! Leave this to us.
Sarah, I'd like you to come with us.
Where to? To the police station.
We need to ask you a few questions.
This way.
I meant, the swings.
You don't go round and round on swings! I didn't make it up.
You have to stop this.
We sat on the swings.
It was like that.
Do you realise how much trouble you're in, Sarah? What? You're perverting the course of justice.
But-but Dad believed me.
You didn't meet Nick that night, did you? DID YOU? No! You want one? Hm? No.
Are they gonna charge her? I think we should keep going.
Well, she's already admitted she lied.
Yeah, I know.
But why is she in so deep? Yeah.
I'm sorry, all right.
He didn't do it, yeah? It was lovely, really gentle.
I loved him.
Your lie made Nick Fisher look like a killer, Sarah.
You stood up in court and repeated it in front of his widow.
I didn't mean for this to happen.
Really? So, why did you lie? For Dad.
He was in bits.
He-he needed to be sure he was right.
What? That he was right to kill Nick? He was going mad, not knowing.
He thought is was Nick, but he wasn't sure.
So you told your Dad you'd seen him.
I only did it so he could sleep at night.
He was all over the place.
I had to do something.
I didn't know they'd make me say it in court.
Really? Can I go? Please? I'm really sorry! Nick Fisher could have murdered your brother.
No.
Nick hated Mark, but he wouldn't do something like that.
He'd been badly beaten up, humiliated in front of you.
It wasn't him.
How do you know? Nick had an alibi.
He could have lied.
He didn't.
How can you be so sure? I just am! Sarah, the only way you could know Nick didn't kill your brother is if you know who did.
It was Terry Dyer.
Dad saw him.
So, why did you make the story up about Nick, then? You're scared of your father, aren't you? No.
I would be.
I seen him when he's angry, especially, when he's pissed.
Dad would never hurt me.
It doesn't stop you being scared of him, though, does it? And Mark was the same as him, wasn't he? Yeah, he had his father's temper too.
He beat your boyfriend up in front of you.
That must have been quite something.
I tried to stop him.
Yeah, well, he's bigger than you, isn't he? He was four years older, about to go into the army.
You didn't stand a chance.
I had a go.
Yeah, good for you.
(SNIFFS) What your brother do? He slapped me about a bit.
Nick couldn't stop him.
Mark was only looking out for me.
Bet you hated him for it.
No.
I loved my brother.
Yeah, but he was a race with you, wasn't he? Don't blame him, his baby sister giving him a showing-up like that.
It wasn't like that.
Yeah.
You deserved a slap, though, didn't you? Having sex at 13, that's disgusting, Sarah.
I bet Mark couldn't wait to tell your Daddy.
I begged him not to.
He had no right.
Yeah.
He had every right, Sarah, you were his baby sister.
You were shagging a grown man.
I loved Nick! Yeah, but it was a real turn-on for that pervert, wasn't it? A little girl pouring all over him.
No.
Nick loved me, he told me he did.
Was that before or after he fucked you? Stop it! Nick killed Mark, didn't he? No.
I told you, he didn't.
You know what, Sarah? I think you were there.
NO! But you're sure he didn't do it.
You've got to help me out with this one, sweetheart.
How can you be so sure when you say you weren't with him? Maybe I was.
(SOBS) It's time to tell the truth, Sarah.
I am.
The night your brother died, you weren't in the flat, were you? I was! I don't think you can live with his any longer.
You have to let it go.
Come on.
Trust me, Sarah.
It's time.
Tell me what happened that night.
Did you go out? I told Mark I was gonna see a friend.
But you went to see Nick.
I wanted to know that he was all right.
After the fight.
(SNIFFS) Mark ruined everything! He was worse than Dad.
(SNIFFS) I rangrang Nick.
He wouldn't even answer the phone.
And you needed to see him, didn't you? Yeah.
What happened then, sweetheart? Mark came after me.
He was angry.
Yes.
Sarah! You're going home! No! You little slut! Come on! It isn't like that! How did you get the bottle? When I fell.
Was it on the ground? (GRUNTS) I mean it, Mark! Home! NOW! UGHHH (GASPS) Oh, shit! Mark! It's all right, mate.
Terry Dyer was just trying to help.
Then Dad arrived.
He screamed at Dyer.
YOU BASTARD! GET OFF HIM! And Dyer ran.
Ma-Mark died.
No! No! Stay with me.
Stay with me.
There was blood.
(WHIMPERS) So much blood! (SOBS) It was an accident, Sarah.
No.
I wanted to hurt him.
I HATED HIM! But you didn't mean to kill him.
Why didn't you tell your father? He was so sure of what he'd seen, everyone was.
They thought it was Dyer.
They hated him.
So much hate.
They said what they'd do to him if they got hold of him.
Everyone was hugging me cos of Mark dying.
I wanted to tell the truth, but the house was full.
People were saying how sorry they were.
No-one asked me! (SOBS) Please don't tell my Dad? PLEASE? (SOBS) KEYS RATTLE You all right? Yeah, nothing a fag won't help.
Ahem.
Look, um Mike Satch .
.
let it go.
Let's just hope we've both learned something.
Now, you hang back.
This one's down to me.
(GASPS) (GROANS) (SOBS) SAD VIOLINS PLAY Members of the jury, you are still in charge of the defendant.
In a moment I will ask one of you, the Foreman, to stand.
The defendant in this matter has indicated he wishes to change his plea.
Therefore, I direct you to find the Defendant guilty.
Will the Foreman, please, stand? Do you find the Defendant, Kenneth Peter Randle, by direction of the Court, guilty of the murder of Nicholas Fisher? Yes.
And is that the verdict of you all? Yes.
This is a tragic case, Mr Randle.
And I have some sympathy for your actions.
However, there is only one sentence I can give.
You will be sent to prison for life.
Take him down.
I'm sorry.
I know it's not enough.
But I am.
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