Law & Order: UK (2009–2014): Season 3, Episode 2 - Hounded - full transcript

In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important groups -

the police who investigate crime

and the crown prosecutors who
prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

I've got discipline

and self-control.

I've developed my social skills.

I did all kinds of jobs.

I've got myself a trade.

I've completed the extended sex
offender treatment programme,



reasoning and rehabilitation,

and level three anger management.

I could lie to you and say I found
God.

But I deal in reality... now.

Besides, I found something better.

My fiancee...

She showed me what it felt like to
be loved.

I am sorry for what I did to those
women.

The abuse he suffered as a child may
not justify his crimes,

but it goes some way towards understanding
how dislocated he'd become as an adult.

Mr Steel.

I don't believe Mr Darnell's changed
at all.

I think he's as dangerous now as when
I prosecuted him.

He was found guilty of three vicious
rapes. He was a suspect in two others.



His crimes were growing more violent
when he was caught.

Prison was the only thing that
stopped him.

If you let him out, he'll rape again.

Ashanti Walker, 16 years old.

She was off school cos she was ill.

Her mum found her when she came home
from work.

There's no sign of forced entry.

The main door to the building was
locked.

But according to a friend, she'd
been to a laundrette.

Hang on, I thought she was ill?

Give them the day off, they soon
recover.

Not this time.

No real injuries. For all I know,
she had a pre-existing aneurysm.

Why are we here?
Uniform talked to her mum.

She reckons Ashanti was raped
because she never sleeps naked.

Well, and the bed's stripped.

Then again, she had been to the
laundrette.

Or she might have been about to take
a shower.

We...

We found these.

Right. So we get a pair of torn
panties in a teenager's bedroom.

Not a lot to go on, then.

She could have been suffocated.

Her eyes were bloodshot.

And there was petechial spotting in
the outer lining of the heart and lungs.

But that's also consistent with a
stroke.

Right. So is there any possibility of
a sexual angle?

No semen.

But small deposits of blood in her cervix
would suggest her hymen had just been broken.

There was also vaginal and cervical
bruising.

Same time frame as her death?

Thereabouts. Maybe just before.

Right. So, any signs of force, then?

There's a bruise on her wrist, which
might be a restraint wound.

And a small cut on her throat.
But I've done worse shaving my legs.

Often shave your neck, though, do
you, Heather?

Or is there something you're not
telling us?

Could be a small knife or scissors.

So it looks like it could be a rape?
Not necessarily.

You can get these kinds of internal injuries
from having consensual, energetic sex.

Excuse me.

Mrs Walker,

they...

they won't let you have Ashanti back
just yet, Mrs Walker.

I'm sorry, when you came home,

was the door to the flat locked?

Just with the handle.

It locks by itself.

And... does Ashanti have a boyfriend?

No.

She knew better than that.

She wanted to make a life for
herself.

Her boyfriend was coming over, so she'd
gone down the laundrette to get her best top.

I asked her if it was going to be
his lucky day.

If she was going
to have sex with him? Mmm.

I told her you can't play the virgin
card forever.

I lent her a thong because her mum kept
buying her these Bridget Jones passion killers.

I don't think she was up for it,
though.

Did she say if her boyfriend was up
for it?

Show me a bloke who ain't.

And where can we find Desperate Dan?

Block next door.
His name's Ray Cole.

Right. So...

Uniform reckoned the girl dropped
her bedding off at the laundrette

yesterday at 1.30pm.

Now, if that's the case, and she was
going to sleep with her boyfriend,

why strip the bed?

Those ripped knickers didn't look like
they belonged to Sexy Sadie, either.

Maybe Ray Cole got tired of waiting.

Aye-aye.

I thought she was blanking me cos I
didn't show up yesterday.

Why didn't you show up, Ray?
A shower installation job came in.

Boss asked me to do it.

Only, a little bird told us that you
were on a promise.

If I was given a choice between work
or popping my girlfriend's cherry...

I wasn't after that.
You were, according to Sadie.

So what happened? You went, she
knocked you back? I should have done.

I could have saved her from whatever
perv broke in.

Only, they didn't, Ray.
No-one broke in.

Ashanti opened the door to whoever
it was.

It wasn't me. I love her.

We love each other.

I phoned but she didn't pick up.

God...

And where did you call from?

I was where the job was.

Do you have the details?

You're sure about those times?

OK, thank you.

It wasn't him.
Of course not. The lad's in bits.

He got there just after 12. Didn't
leave till four. He never slipped out.

She was keeping an eye. She described
him in detail.

Either she doesn't trust workmen or
she fancied the pants off him.

Builders getting leched at - that's
sexual equality for you.

Not just builders.

Right, let's say she was attacked by
someone she didn't know.

How did the attacker get inside that
building?

No residents let anyone in.

And that door is secure.

Unlike the one next door. Anyone can
get in.

No caretaker next door. They had to
let him go.

Now any scum can walk right in.

People don't know what we do till
we're gone.

We're maintenance men.

We maintain.

Right.

So, what's this room here?

Store room. We don't use it. It's
locked.

Right.

It's not now, though, eh? After you.

Do you mind if I take the torch,
please?

Cheers.

What's that?
Could be a conduit.

There used to be pipes between the
buildings. No, it's jammed in.

How can you tell?
We're detectives. We detect.

Let me help you out.

I'll put my foot there, steady it
up. Cheers.

OK?
Here, give us that torch.

What do you reckon?

It's the boiler room. Next door's.

The hole's big enough to climb
through.

Except for Ronnie, obviously.
Thank you.

Can we eliminate the people inside
the buildings as suspects?

Well, all the residents were either
out or had a decent alibi.

Ashanti was expecting her boyfriend. Even
if the attacker broke into the building,

all he had to do was knock on her
door.

Thing is, have we actually got a
case?

All we know is, she had sex at about
the same time she died.

Exactly. We've got no hair or fluids
on the bed.

We've got no fingerprints, no forced
entry, no weapon,

no definite cause of death.

If it was rape or murder, we've got
no forensic evidence to back it up.

Not one person questioned saw anyone
new in either building

or in the street, for that matter.
Listen to this.

A neighbour saw Ashanti Walker in the
laundrette.

She said Ashanti was folding her
laundry so carefully,

she asked her to come and tidy her
daughter's bedroom when she was done.

And?

Well, the laundry in the bin bag.

Did that look folded to you?

There was nothing remarkable about
the laundry.

We were wondering if anyone other than
Ashanti Walker could have handled the bag.

Well, we only found the victim's
prints on it.

At first.

But I ran some further tests and
recovered saliva samples which match.

See, the plastic had been stretched
in that area, too.

There were indentation marks which
matched her teeth.

So she was suffocated?

Possibly.

In which case, that's our murder
weapon. We could even have an MO.

Right, we searched the Sexual
Offenders register for the local area.

Well, we found one similar MO.

The link is a bit tenuous. But his
name is... Paul Darnell.

The Day Stalker.
Yeah.

Raped his victims in broad daylight
in their own bedroom.

He was released three months ago at
a parole hearing.

Although his file says he's
reformed.

No, he's too tormented to reform.

He should never have been released.

He was an abused and battered child

whose mum forced him to have sex
with her between rounds one and two.

Nice. He'd been sexually harassing
girls for years before raping anyone.

James, he never murdered anyone,
though.

Maybe his MO's evolved.

Eight years inside could have taught
him not to leave any witnesses.

Investigate him quickly. If it is
him, he's gonna do it again.

In the three months Darnell's been out, he's
made every one of his probationary meetings,

kept to the conditions of his
licence to the letter,

and he is now working in a kitchen
fitter's shop near Waterloo.

That's not far from where Ashanti
lived.

He hasn't missed a day.
He's the model employee.

He's home every night at seven,
usually with his fiancee.

And the attacker would have to know
the building.

There's no record of Darnell living
anywhere near the area as an adult.

But one of his rapes was in
Battersea?

Alesha, maybe it's someone else.

Rule Darnell out and you'll know.

Paul's a craftsman. He's a dab hand.

His finishing's immaculate.

He's got such a nice touch.

I'm not sure his victims would agree.

Hey, I know what he did. His
workmates don't.

It doesn't worry you?
He keeps himself to himself.

Crowds get to him.
He can't bear the Tube, traffic.

Walks everywhere. Won't carry a
mobile.

"Where's the quiet gone?" he said.
Was he here all day Wednesday?

Yeah, except for lunch. He had to do
something for his fiancee.

What time's lunch?
One till two.

He was half an hour late back,
though.

I told him it's called a "quickie"
for a reason.

So that's an hour and a half of Mr
Darnell's time supposedly accounted for.

Except we've got no way of tracking
him down. He doesn't use a mobile.

I bet he doesn't carry an oyster card
either. No.

So, why don't we have a chat with his
fiancee and see how quick that "quickie" was?

Paul picked up some wire clippers
I'd taken to get fixed.

There's a repair shop near his work.

What time was he here?
About quarter past one.

Did he stay long?
No, just a few minutes. Why?

Did he say where he was going?
Only, he was late back for work.

No, he didn't. Is there a problem
with probation cos he was late?

We don't deal with licence
conditions.

A girl was raped and murdered on
Wednesday afternoon.

Hang on a minute, you're not saying
you think Paul did it?

He's a convicted rapist. The girl
lived a 15-minute walk from here.

Something I said?

We don't exactly roll up with good
news, do we?

Who's the kid?

He didn't stay because my daughter
was here.

It's one of the conditions of his
licence.

Your daughter?
He's changed.

Why put yourself and your daughter in
that position? Why him?

I've never met anyone so unloved.

I saw the good in him.

You've got some lovely stuff, Judy.

That's Paul.

He hates it. I found it in his bin.

That little boy had his innocence
smashed out of him.

Literally.

He's feeding the pigeons in
Trafalgar Square in that photo.

He used to live in London for a
while when he was a boy.

With his mum and her brother.

He lived in London? Where?

Near Waterloo somewhere. He won't
talk about it.

It was a horrible time.

Hi, guv. Darnell's mother's maiden
name was Howells.

She died 12 years ago.

So we're presuming the house
belonged to her brother.

So we're looking for a phone listing
for Howells in the London area in '69.

If only he had a mother called
Clutterbuck.

Give him a break, he had enough
torment.

Not all abused kids turn into
rapists.

Works and pensions?

They've given us a lot of historical
evidence about men called Howells,

none of whom lived in or around the
Waterloo area.

The local authority think they can get hold
of a copy of the voters' register from 1970.

They're getting back to us.
Sometime this year.

Didn't his mother have a drink
problem? Yeah.

Is that worth following up on?

Well, first off, the guv's a genius.

We already knew that.
We checked out Mum.

She didn't have any run-ins with the
authorities but her brother did.

Robert Howells was up in front of West
London Magistrates Court in May 1970

for ABH.

And he lived with his sister and his
nephew.

The ABH was actually against the
nephew, one Paul Darnell.

The uncle broke young Paul's collar
bone.

His home address was 18 Lorimer
Gardens.

Which is a stone's throw from where
Ashanti lived.

Absolutely. And the buildings are
identical.

Which means Darnell would know the
layout.

Should we apply for a warrant to
search his home?

Where he lived as a kid isn't gonna
be enough.

It's not like he was next door. If you can put
him on the street on the day of the murder...

You've checked all the CCTV from his
fiancee's store to Ashanti?

That had occurred to us. Then we
thought...

It was a very busy time of day...

You haven't checked it all. How long will
it take? He may have lined up a new victim.

If we arrest him, we can search his
home.

All right, Col?

Paul Darnell, my name's Detective
Sergeant Matt Devlin.

This is my colleague, DS Ronnie
Brooks.

Hi, Paul.

Would you like to put the saw down?

I just came round to surprise him.

These disposable gloves, there's
normally ten in a box.

There's only six here.
I use them at work.

Why?

Did you tell Paul we was asking
questions?

No.

I didn't want to worry him.

So, what's the plan, Judy?

You think if he's loved enough, you
can keep him on the straight and narrow?

I believe in him.

No trophies from the victims, but I
did find these in a locked drawer.

Yeah, they're self-help DVDs.

Spread Your Legs, Bitch.

What?

Punish Me.

Female Bondage.

According to the FME, he had minor
cuts on his hands and forearms.

But he says he got them at work.

We've swabbed him for DNA. But there are
no scratches, no nail gouges, no bite marks.

Don't despair just yet.

He also has no body hair.

If he's still shaving two weeks
after Ashanti Walker's death...

.. he's preparing to rape again.

Abstention from pornography is not
one of my client's licence conditions.

Other men do it.
Only, you're not like other men.

Are you, Paul?

So, what happened?

You got out, and then this.

There's all these young girls
everywhere.

You get the urge. No, I've learned to
control my urges.

By watching women being tortured and
raped?

I haven't hurt anyone.

I don't even know this girl.

But that's the point, isn't it?

Why do you shave your genitals,
Paul?

That's about hygiene.

Have you got any real evidence to
link my client to this crime?

Good question. Do you ever wear
disposable gloves, Paul?

What kind of a question is that?

Well, there were no fingerprints
found in the rape victim's bedroom.

So the attacker must have worn
gloves.

And you have got a box of gloves in
your flat?

Judy uses them for lacquering.

I have a box at home. I use them to
dye my hair.

Want to arrest me, too?

Some eagle-eyed minion deserves
champagne.

"OK, let's talk about Wednesday
lunchtime. "

After you saw Judy, where did you go?

For a walk.
A walk?

To Lorimer Gardens?
No.

That's where you lived as a boy,
though, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Fantastic buildings, though, eh?

I mean, for a young boy.

To play in and explore.

Like down in the basement,
for instance.

No.

What, you never went exploring?

As a kid, you know?

Hide-and-seek? Climbing through
holes in walls?

I don't wanna talk about that time.

Yes, OK. I fail to see the relevance
of where my client lived before.

Well, you see, the building in which
Paul grew up as a boy

is just around the corner

from the building in which Ashanti
Walker was murdered.

The buildings are pretty much the
same.

Eh, Paul?

So whoever murdered Ashanti
knew the layout of the building.

I haven't been back there since I
was a boy.

Thank you.

You say you haven't been back there
since you was a boy?

You're sure about that?

So you weren't in Lorimer Gardens on
Wednesday afternoon,

the day that Ashanti Walker was
murdered?

No.

Well, that's odd.

Because there you are.

In Brook Lane.

And as you know, Paul,

Brook Lane leads directly onto
Lorimer Gardens, doesn't it?

Why are you lying, Paul?

All I did was go back to my old
house.

It was my therapist's idea,

to face up to the past.

I only went a few times. You can ask
her about it.

We've heard enough.

I want him formally charged.
This interview is terminated.

I've paid the price for what I did! You
wiped the slate clean to start again.

It'll never be clean!

I hate myself!
Calm down!

If this is intimidation, I'll lodge
a complaint.

I didn't do it!

Judy loves me. She keeps me strong.

You're doing him a favour.
Who, Paul?

Whoever did this. Because while
you're persecuting me,

he's still out there!

Judy loves me, she keeps me strong,
Judy loves me...

To this charge, how do you plead?

Not guilty.

Sit down, please, Mr Darnell.

Mr Steel, to what do we owe the
pleasure?

The Crown objects to bail on the grounds that
the defendant could fail to surrender to custody

and that he might commit further
offences whilst on bail.

He's been arrested three months
after being released.

My client will be under strict
supervision.

Moreover, his fiancee is willing to
offer a surety from equity in her home.

She will bring all necessary
paperwork

from the mortgage company to the
court today.

Mr Darnell, I grant you bail on the
following conditions...

The defendant raped before whilst on bail and
blamed the attack on the stress of the trial.

He was subsequently found guilty of
two other rape charges.

For which he has served his
sentence.

I've made my decision, Mr Steel.

They've compared every fibre in
Darnell's home

with what was at Ashanti Walker's
place.

Nothing matched.
What about anything from his work?

Wood shavings, metal filings?

Yeah, we thought of that. We have
done this before.

Nothing.

Unless Matt and Ronnie turn up something
in the follow-up interviews, we're screwed.

When they're back from their yoga
class, I'll tell them.

I spoke to Ray, Ashanti Walker's
boyfriend.

He was with her the Sunday Darnell
first went over to Waterloo.

They walked home, Ashanti went in,

Ray waited outside until her bedroom
light was on so she could blow him a kiss.

He could have followed them.
The Wednesday of the attack at 1:30,

Darnell had arranged with the owners
to look round his old house.

But they said he left after five
minutes,

very distressed, heading towards
Brook Lane.

The jury have a right to know of this
man's propensity to rape,

his patterns of behaviour, and that only his
incarceration prevented him from re-offending.

My concern is that the inclusion of
my client's previous convictions

would have such an adverse effect on
the fairness of proceedings...

Tell it to the jury, Miss Shaw. Mr Steel,
your bad character application is allowed.

You've not won yet.

With Darnell's shield gone, I can call
character evidence. Good luck with that.

Didn't his workmates insist he was
sacked? He has a devoted fiancee.

You're relying on the jury to be
as unforgiving as you are.

Big mistake. Not when I tell them
about his three teenage victims,

one of whom killed herself.
Go for it.

I'll tell them about a young boy who
was abused by his mother.

The Angela's Ashes theory is not an
excuse, Cassie.

I've put him away before, and I'll do
it again.

Yeah, right, you had forensic
evidence then.

You're working on a grudge now.

He's innocent this time, James.

Hey, if it isn't Santa's Little
Helper.

And I've got glad tidings, too.

Darnell tried to break into a young
girl's house this afternoon.

He's been recalled to prison
immediately.

We've seen him around, me and the
girls.

My friend Trish reckons he followed
her this one time.

What happened yesterday, Kim?

I was on my way home from school.
He was at the bus stop.

Paul Darnell.
You're sure it was him?

Yeah. So I walked really fast.

Got my key out, got in the house and
rang Trish.

Why didn't you call the police?

Cos I thought I'd got away from him.

But when I was on the phone...

.. there was this rattling at the
back door.

I could see him through the frosted
glass.

I yelled I was gonna call the police
and he legged it.

But you still didn't call the
police. Your friend Trish did.

I get panic attacks. I couldn't
breathe.

OK... I could have been killed like
that other girl.

If you were that terrified,
Miss Baker,

why were you broadcasting this
alleged incident on Facebook

five minutes after it happened?

So my mates would know about it.

And it got you a lot of attention
from your mates, no doubt?

Well, I wanted to warn them.

He could have gone after them.

He was always watching us.

None of us felt safe.

No further questions.

I didn't try and break into her
kitchen.

I've never seen her before.

Let's go back to the day of Ashanti
Walker's murder.

Why were you in Lorimer Gardens?

I used to live there.

I wanted to... prove that it held no
fear for me any more.

So I went back a few times.

What used to happen there?

My uncle...

My un...

My uncle used to...

.. beat me

while my mother was watching.

She was drinking, egging him on.

How did you feel when you went
inside your old house?

Upset. I was angry.

Did you see Ashanti Walker
when you left?

No, I saw no-one.

I just kept walking.

I made it back to work,
you what I mean? I just...

I dealt with it.

Nothing further.

When did you start shaving off all
your body hair?

About a month after I got out of
prison.

I had developed slight OCD.

What were you in prison for,
exactly?

Raping three girls.

Where did these rapes take place?
In their bedroom.

At knife point.

Am I right?

You know you are.

But I've changed.
I've rehabilitated.

Then why do you have a secret stash of hardcore
pornography depicting scenarios of rape?

My lord, my client's recreational
pastimes are not relevant.

It goes to show that the defendant is
far from rehabilitated

and still gets aroused
by the idea of rape.

Answer the question, Mr Darnell.

I was confronting my worst fears.
I wasn't aroused.

I was disgusted.

And what exactly are your worst
fears, Mr Darnell?

You might rape again now you're no
longer locked up? No.

What triggered the urge to rape in
the past?

Bad memories, stress.

Both of which happened in 18 Lorimer
Gardens

on the very same day that Ashanti
Walker was raped and murdered.

It's a coincidence. So it's a coincidence
you were stressed, in the next street,

you'd shaved off all your body hair
and had latex gloves in your flat?

It's a lot of coincidences. I went
there to draw a line under it.

That may have been your intention,
but it didn't work, did it?

I'm sorry for what I did before.
You followed Ashanti Walker...

No, I never saw her!
You went down into the basement,

broke in through the conduit and
knocked on her door.

How would I know where she lived?
Because you've been stalking her

just like you stalked all your other
victims. I haven't, I've changed.

Then why did you try and break into
Kim Baker's flat?

I didn't! She's lying!

Look at her! She's a bad one, that!

With her tattoos and her short
skirt...

Miss Baker, would you stand up before
the jury, please,

and take off your jacket?

Thank you, Miss Baker.

If you've never seen Kim Baker before,
how do you know she has tattoos?

I have seen her.

But I never followed her.

No further questions.

You wanna know why I lied, Mr Steel?

Because I'm not allowed to notice
young girls, am I?

The men at work, they can talk about
what they'd like to do to them.

But no, not me. I'd be crucified.

So, yes, I did see her.

I even thought
about having sex with her.

But that's all.

I know how much
you want me to screw up.

But you can't put me away
for what I might do.

There she is.

Your sole character witness isn't
looking too sure of herself.

She's worried
about the love of her life.

Judy.

If you were in her shoes,
what would you be thinking?

He was in my art therapy class.

He was...

He was shut down, full of
self-disgust.

I... helped him face his demons.

He's one of the bravest men
I've ever met.

Do you love Paul Darnell,
Miss Johnson?

Yes.

I quit my job for him.

Despite what he's done?
I hate what he's done.

I hate why he did it.

Paul has taken responsibility for
his crimes.

He's changed.

He's a good man.

He's kind to me.

And he treats me well.

Which is more than I can say for my
ex-partners.

Thank you, Miss Johnson.

How old is your daughter,
Miss Johnson?

Lucy's 17.
And when she turns 18,

will you introduce her
to her future stepdad?

Yeah.

Would you leave them alone together?
Relevance?

What's your point, Mr Steel?
I'm just trying to establish

to what extent the witness trusts
the defendant, my lord.

What if Lucy becomes the object of
his fantasies?

Well, we'll talk about it.

We have a very open and honest
relationship.

Except he wasn't exactly honest about
his porn stash, was he?

How did you feel when those DVDs were
found in his bedroom?

Sick.

At first.

But Paul had his reasons.

It's not like they're real.

The women in those DVDs are
actresses.

Your fiance's victims weren't.

They were young, teenage girls

raped at knife point with a pillow
case wrapped over their face.

His mother used to cover his face,
too.

He'd just be standing there, waiting
to see what was coming next -

a cigarette burn or a hand job.

If Paul still hated women, do you not
think I'd be the first person to know?

We haven't even had sex yet.

He's still so ashamed.

So...

He still can't relate to you sexually
in a functional manner?

Miss Johnson, has it occurred to you

that the reason that he can't is
because you're a willing participant?

My colleague is putting words in the
witness's mouth, my lord.

Then the witness is free to
contradict him, Miss Shaw.

Yes.

It has crossed my mind.

But I dismissed it.

Did you see the defendant on the
evening of Ashanti Walker's murder?

Yes.

How did he seem to you?

It was a good day. He brought me
flowers and wine.

And we drank a toast to new
beginnings.

Flowers and wine.

That's nice.

From what you were saying before, I'd
imagine that's more than your ex-partners did?

Yeah, unless
they'd been cheating on me.

Paul's not like that.
Look, I didn't mean...

No further questions.

I have no re-examination, my lord.
But new evidence has come to light.

I need to make an application to recall
Miss Kim Baker and re-examine her.

I have a statement from your friend,
Trisha Rowe.

She's prepared to give evidence to say
that you phoned her last night in a panic

and said that you weren't even sure Paul
Darnell came to your door on the day in question.

Is this true, Miss Baker?

I thought he was at the door.
You can't be sure it was him?

Miss Baker, you are under oath.

If what your friend says is true,

then I would advise you to come
clean now.

He was following me on the street.

But did he come to your back door?
You don't understand.

The way he was looking at me at the
bus stop.

He did follow me.
Did he come to your back door?

I was sure he was gonna do
something.

I do understand you were scared,
Miss Baker.

But it is very important that you
tell the truth.

Can you be sure Paul Darnell came to
your back door?

Answer the question, Miss Baker.

No, I can't be sure.

In relation to the count of murder of
Ashanti Walker,

do you find the defendant Paul
Darnell guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

In relation to the count of rape of
Ashanti Walker,

do you find the defendant Paul
Darnell guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

I love you.

My client just wants to get married and live a
normal life. Justice has been done. Thank you.

Mr Steel, how do you feel about the
verdict?

I don't think justice has been done
here at all today.

I think Paul Darnell's as guilty now
as when he first went down the streets.

It's safer with him in prison.
He should never have been released.

The Director General of the prison
service

would like me to thank you for your
very public vote of confidence

in the reform system.

There's a rapist and killer on the streets
thanks to the parole board. No, thanks to you.

How do you work that out? The verdict was heavily
influenced by you two allowing false evidence.

We do not drag the law down a sewer
to catch a rat.

Your need for a result made you
careless, James.

No, George. It was the exact
opposite. We checked her story.

You normally have a nose for a lie.

What happened this time?
She didn't lie. She exaggerated.

Which came as a surprise to
everyone.

Well, you've not only lost this, a
costly and high-profile trial,

but exonerated Darnell in the
process.

Our only consolation is that he's
refusing to give further press interviews

about his mistreatment and wrongful
arrest.

He wants to "move on".
Of course he does.

I suggest you do the same.

It's hard enough getting Resources
to follow a suspect pre-arrest.

I can hardly justify surveillance on a
man who's been tried and found innocent.

No, he got away with it. He'll do it
again.

He can't even go outside. There are
posters of him on every lamp post.

He's been beaten up. I'm getting
daily reports of damage to his flat.

Excrement through the letter box,
graffiti on the walls.

Then he should be under police protection.
Then we'll know what he's up to.

I've done that, James.
Darnell's refused.

He doesn't want to be monitored by
the police.

His intention is to be re-housed and
try and live a normal life.

He moves, he'll lie low, bide his
time and strike again.

If he stays, he'll be under a great deal of
stress, which is what drives him to rape, remember?

You're gonna have to let this go.

His next victim's out there,

and I can't warn her, I can't protect
her.

This isn't a vendetta.

All I want is for him to be
contained.

Cassie Shaw has written a formal
complaint to the DPP,

citing your libellous comments about
Darnell and the trial to the press,

and your very public attack on his
character.

He's not the victim here.
For crying out loud,

she's threatening to go public.

If she does, your reputation will be
ruined.

In a few weeks, Darnell will be
blending in, planning an attack,

working out how to do it again,
only better.

Then we'll prosecute him better.
That's another dead teenage girl.

This is the hardest part of this
job.

Not sniffing out every last bit of
evidence,

not standing up in court, shouting
the odds, whipping up a storm.

This - accepting that there is
nothing more you can do.

What are you doing here?
Can't you any peace locally?

I'm getting death threats.
Then get police protection.

Would it spoil your plans for the
next girl?

If I did it, you let me go.

If I didn't,

there's more like me out there.

Gets to you, that, dunnit?

Must have been agony.

To come out after all those years of
therapy

and find out
you're still exactly the same.

Judy's my world. Why can't you
believe that?

I just want a fresh start.

I'm gonna get re-housed.

Your application will be turned down.

I've just been to see a mate in
Probation over the road.

He told me I'd find you here.
You can't do that!

I can't stay where I am.

I can... legitimately

object to you going anywhere near
young teenage girls.

There's one living next door to your
proposed premises.

I had it checked out.

You bastard.

When we're done, we could get
something to eat.

I don't think I'll be a barrel of
laughs tonight.

What's new?

You've been a nightmare for months.

That's why you're buying me dinner.

I've just had DS Brooks on the
phone.

We didn't expect you to come down.

What happened?

Mum came home, caught him with her
daughter.

Pinned down in the hall, knife to the
throat, bag over her face.

Found the weapon on the doorstep.

Two major blows to the temple.

His neighbours tried to petrol bomb
his flat last night, by all accounts.

He'd been getting death threats.

She said he could stay, just for a
couple of days.

Didn't have anywhere else to go.

Her daughter was staying at a
friend's house

and she didn't tell her mum she was
coming over.

I'm sorry.

James...

Why don't you guys go home, eh?

We've got it covered here.

Yeah.