Touching Evil (1997–1999): Season 1, Episode 6 - Deadly Web: Part 2 - full transcript
When a local student is reported missing and is later found dead Creegan and the OSC's investigations lead them to a group of sixth-formers who are addicted to 'Amathus'. The pattern of the killings seems to echo the manner in which Justine Barber, a prostitute,killed seven pimps fifteen years earlier,for which she is now serving a life sentence. Creegan discovers that the 'Amathus' web-master Leonard Stoker,is obsessed with Jusstine and arranges for her to be released from prison to help him trap Stoker - though he also has to stop his colleague D.S. Kreitman from taking the law into his own hands.
Rivers to pickup
units, we're looking
for three kids, not two.
I can see Fiona Morrison, Jack
McCaffrey, and a third, no ID.
What?
Have you got any
loose change, mate?
You started it.
I could've walked past.
- You came to me.
- Look.
I don't want a Tony Blair.
I just wondered if
you had a few coins--
what are you doing?
You came to me.
You came to me.
You psycho.
He's phoned.
Vince has phoned.
When?
He said he'd done something
bad, and he daren't come home.
What's he talking about?
Taylor to control.
What has he done?
Control.
Can we trace a call
made to 01233750232
this evening at about--
9 o'clock.
9 o'clock?
I made my mark.
Does it feel good?
Yes.
We did it.
[inaudible]
Here.
We can't wait here, all right?
We've gotta go.
Come on.
This is the police.
Stay where you are.
Get down on the floor.
This is the police.
Stay where you are.
Get down on the floor.
No.
No.
Get off me.
Get off me.
Get off me.
Get off me.
Mum?
Vince, where are you, love?
I can't come home.
I need money.
Mum-- I need--
just give me money.
[inaudible]?
Norma?
Creegan.
What the hell is
this report about?
It's what it says.
I took a verbal statement
from Jonathan Kreitman saying
he'd murdered Ronald Hinks.
Have you got any evidence?
I'm not filing an accusation.
It's a report on a conversation
which landed on my lap.
I think it belongs
on yours, sir.
The only thing that stopped
Vince being a part of this
was the fact that he absconded,
which means he's not like them,
doesn't it?
Which is why we think Vince
is our key to finding out
what actually led to all this.
And I warn you now if you
want to watch these interviews,
some of this stuff
is going to be
pretty difficult to listen to.
In what way?
Don't say anything.
I don't want to know.
Is Jack going to prison?
For?
Who told you you could kill
this man and get away with it?
Um well, people living in
boxes, and yeah?
You can't live in boxes.
Well, you'll
have to now, Jack.
Prison's a box.
I say it again.
You sound like-- um,
you sound like God.
Do you think the guy who sent
you on the rampage is grown up,
Jack?
Do you think James Stoker
has grown up enough
to look at this lot, Jack?
Why'd you do this to the body?
I deserved it.
Yeah.
But the woman was dead.
Why'd you do this to the body?
Make your mark.
You're saying kids did this?
You're only old enough
to have read about it.
What's he talking about?
This signature's
been used before.
What is it?
10--?
- 15.
- 15 years ago.
I'll give you a clue.
It was coastal.
Yeah.
Both.
They caught the killer.
Big case at the time.
Male or female?
Female.
That was a guess.
It was a laugh.
Jack found it on the internet,
a multiple choice thing.
Except every time you
got a section right,
you're given a special
password and a payoff.
Drugs?
Money sometimes.
What came up on the screen?
You had to say what
you're most scared
of, what you hated the most--
cats, spiders, snakes.
People?
I swear to
God I didn't do that.
I didn't do that.
I didn't do that.
James Stoker, whoever that
is, posted a questionnaire
on the internet that
specifically targeted
kids in our same communities.
How clever are we looking at?
More instinctive than clever.
He used something like this,
a standard,
trip-you-up personality test.
Questions like, are you
happy about the number
of real friends you've got?
You know, you should have
to be fairly sad to want
to fill one of these in.
Then, he offers
them real friends.
He offers to prove them
inseparable by giving them
a secret that binds
them for life.
Yeah.
But the adventure's
a secondhand quest
because this and this
and this are hallmarks
of somebody else's crime.
15 years ago, a woman by
the name of Justine Barber
was convicted of murder.
She had early form
as a prostitute,
which resulted in the murder
and mutilation of seven pimps.
Her trial split public opinion.
And she took a feminist lobby
with her through the courts.
The murders were
always selective.
But the mutilation was
identical to these.
She is currently serving
life in Stanmore.
The images that drew
these kids to his website
in the first place were nude
or portions of nude bodies
on the screen,
never pornographic,
but always depicting
nipples-- male,
female, but always nipples--
which are jokingly
referred to as stars.
And this is a memorized
quote from Vincent Wilson.
Every time you succeed,
take a star for yourself.
Justine?
Justine, we're investigating
a series of murders.
And we think you might
be able to help us.
No.
Kids are involved.
They're school kids.
They're copying the crimes
you committed in '82.
And we think they've been
instructed by somebody
who knows your case inside out.
Computers?
It's taken me 13 years to
get a manual typewriter.
I think Oscar Wilde
had it before me.
Do you know how many
letters I have to write?
Look.
We know you had your supporters
at the time of the murders.
We need to know if
you've had recent contact
with any fanatics or
anybody who wanted
to know about specific
details of your crimes.
Do you know why
I'm still here?
Because I won't apologize.
All those people I chose
to remove were filth.
So I'd be lying if
I said I was sorry.
What kind of kids?
Normal.
Or previously unremarkable.
Bloke behind it has
been using the internet.
He's sending out coded
instructions worldwide.
The kids were attached to
all come from Fieldon Cross.
What's that?
A bullet hole.
Lying bastard.
Is he lying?
No.
Bloody hell.
See, the difference
between you
and the kids we're talking about
is they didn't have a choice.
They're taking instructions
from a guy who can't
even do his own dirty work.
The only time I've
had to deal with people
like you was just
before my trial.
But people like you have
to deal with people like me
all the time.
Is that right?
If that's not dirty work.
Well, you wouldn't ask
her to babysit, would you?
Oy.
1992 to 1997.
And I want them all back.
Why aren't you
at the hospital?
For what?
Your wife, your baby.
I told Enright.
I filed a report.
You knew I would, Jonathan.
That's why you confessed
to me, isn't it?
See, what I know and you don't
is that I went to Hinks's house
the same night with
a loaded weapon.
And I am convinced I'd have done
exactly the same as you did.
But the next thing
I would've done
after that is to go to Enright
and written my own confession.
Creegan, don't tell
me what you would
have done because you
don't have a clue what
you would have done.
You didn't kill him.
You didn't finish the job.
I did.
You did.
And you can't trust
yourself anymore, which
is exactly why you told me.
Take some responsibility.
For whose sake?
Yours?
No, for yours,
you stupid prick.
Jonathan, the report's gone in.
Enright's gonna send
ballistics in here searching
for evidence to connect you.
Your career's just turned shit.
If they find any, you're
looking at 10 years.
Look.
Your baby was born
three days ago.
Your life has turned shit.
But I haven't come
to punish you, man.
What's this?
Evidence.
Same bullets that
killed Ronald Hinks.
They're yours.
Do what you want
with them, Creegan.
It's not my responsibility.
Jonathan.
Can I come in?
I want you to think very
carefully before you answer me.
Did you make a
confession to DI Creegan
that you murdered Ronald Hinks?
I reserve the right to
wait for a lawyer, sir.
Did you murder Ronald Hinks?
I reserve the right to
wait for a lawyer, sir.
Don't move.
Just tell me where
you keep your weapon.
In the safe, sir.
Are we going to find
any ballistics not legally
issued to you as an officer?
No, sir.
Thank you.
OK.
You're suspended from duties
pending the investigation.
If you've let me down,
Kreitman, I'll kick your ass
from here to kingdom come.
Sir.
Get your coat.
"Your continued
incarceration is a travesty,
and I'm doing all in my
power to put things right."
Here, all letters are
dated July of last year.
"Every time you write
to me, you give me hope.
Every time I think of you,
I grieve because the world
without you gets dirtier.
And I just can't look anymore.
And every time I think of you,
I plant another star in the sky,
hoping someday we can
meet and be together."
You knew it was mine.
And you should have asked.
So you can just piss off
from now on, all right?
Not really a good time to
ask for a favor then, is it?
Not yet.
Do you know who this guy is?
Well, he's using your
reputation, Justine.
And he's a lot
cleverer than you.
You'll get a smack around
the mouth in a minute.
He's got his
freedom, hasn't he?
Good luck to him.
Justine, the people you--
The people I cleaned up
all deserved what they got.
Donald Freeborn, he's
a 54-year-old tramp.
Glenn McLaughlin,
30-year-old beggar.
A lot's changed since '82.
Whatever they
wanted from anybody,
they didn't deserve
what they got.
Is this a two-way thing?
Can you get me out?
Well, I could get your parole
reviewed when you're about 70,
at best.
For a day.
The home office
consents to Justine Barber
helping on the case,
providing her assistance
remains confidential.
He first wrote to
me during the trial.
I was on remand.
15 years ago?
How'd you know him?
Look at the writing.
He offered me a secret wedding,
promised for life, so that I
won't feel lonely in prison.
I told him to piss
off of course.
Stoker sent these via
a PO box, which we think
is central London.
And the postmark
ties him to the day
that he first made contact
with the school kids.
According to Justine Barber,
the first time he wrote to her
was during her trial.
He doted on her, said
he'd do anything for her.
Well, that's what
I call ignorant.
I've said who I am.
You're meant to give
me something back.
All right.
Hands up anyone who's
scared of being sent down.
Why not?
I don't see the difference.
No.
That's what's really scary.
Look.
We've got a proposition.
Your crimes can be bargained
down on account of the acid
you were pre-supplied with.
You go to prison.
That's compulsory.
But the sentence can
be minimized if you
can get us to James Stoker.
Oh, yeah?
How's that?
You write the script for us
to plant on the Amathus website.
What's your Amathus?
It's a Greek myth,
Theseus and the minotaur.
Is it bollocks?
It was a nightclub
in Plymouth where
I worked as a
prostitute-- eight quid
a night with chicken in a
basket, without the basket.
You daft sod.
Hang on a second.
Is this on the record?
No.
I was a signatory
to the campaign that
made senior officers
declare whether or not
they were in the Freemasons.
It was a very proud signature.
You policed my integrity.
And there's no such thing as
two-tiered integrity, is there?
If you look at the kind of
shit we have to deal with,
and all you smell
is your own breath.
Is something wrong, Kreitman?
There won't be any charges filed
because I can find no evidence.
And there won't be
a job here either.
Shut the door.
Why?
You bloody well know why.
Shut the door.
Is it true Kreitman's
being investigated?
You know, their baby's
on the critical list.
There's three things
I've done in my life
that I'm totally ashamed of.
Me mum caught me having
a wank when I was 14.
Moving out of a house that
I bought for a family.
And today, Kreitman.
But not ashamed enough
to keep your mouth shut.
What I'm ashamed of, Mark,
is that it's taken me this long
to make something happen.
Jonathan's actually confessed.
And what you
should be ashamed of
is that you knew
more than any of us,
and you have done nothing.
I knew nothing.
Didn't you?
I knew nothing.
No?
Then why have you made a
confidential request for
a transfer down the corridor?
Because you're as scared
of your partner as I am.
Did he do it?
How dare you proceed against
Kreitman without consulting me?
- I didn't want to involve you.
- Yeah?
Well, that's a really
bad habit you've got.
They've tracked the box
number that Stoker's using.
Surveillance are on their way,
but it needs coordinating.
Concentrate, Justine.
If Stoker's checking his mail,
this will provoke contact.
You'll make his day.
Seventh from the
left, third row down.
Seventh from the
left, third row down.
Six, seven, third row.
Got it.
Prison
security is under the hammer
again after Justine
Barber, sentenced to life
for multiple murder
over 15 years ago,
escaped last night from Stanmore
in a taxi that was meant
to be ferrying staff into town.
An inquiry has been set up to
investigate just how Barber was
able to gain access to the car.
Yeah.
Oh, and if he shows,
he's gonna want to tell
you what he's done for you.
So we're gonna have to mic
you up so we can record it.
You said you had
proof that he made
those kids do what they did.
Well, we can prove
they did it for him.
But we can't prove
he made them do it.
If you've got me
hanging some poor sod
because you can't
do your job, I'll
bloody hammer you, Creegan.
Oh, come on, Justine.
You've seen those kids.
You've spoken to them.
He's a pimp.
And if he gets away, what's
gonna stop him doing it again?
Creegan.
Surveillance missed him.
He's been and gone, taken
the letter with him.
Oh, shit.
One, two, three.
Hello?
Hello.
Who am I speaking to, please?
Do you think I'm
stupid or what?
You could be setting me up.
How do I know you're clean?
You
worked in a club
and in Plymouth, the Amathus.
OK.
I've no money and nowhere
to stay after tonight.
And--
Are we married?
What?
Did my vows
mean anything, Justine?
Well, I'm wearing your
ring if that's what you mean.
That
belonged to my wife.
You've kept me alive.
You know you've kept me alive.
The ring said a lot.
You set the
world a standard, Justine.
What was that?
My daughter's
looking after me.
Just hang on.
Will you piss off
upstairs with that phone?
This is a private
conversation, all right?
It's private.
It's not healthy for me here.
She's got three kids
running around, and--
what's your name, by the way?
I've only got J.
You
haven't got a daughter.
Yes, I have.
She was christened Lisa Teresa
Barber, 7th of July, 1973.
I had her adopted in 1974.
And she was officially renamed
Emma Singleton in 1975.
Check.
How much money do
you need, Justine?
Justine?
Look.
I don't like this.
What's your proper name?
Leonard.
Well, where shall
we meet, Leonard?
I don't
want any disappointments.
What do you mean?
I don't--
I don't think I'm as
handsome as I might
- have made out in the letters.
- Look, Leonard.
Do I give a shit about handsome?
Handsome's what
put me in Stanmore.
What I need right now more
than anything is a friend.
I am that.
I swear I am that.
So when?
Nobody looks at each other.
Look at them.
I've seen rats up here.
Here we go.
On your marks, get set.
Hello.
Oh, go on.
Piss off.
Get his picture.
Cover him to the exit.
Hey, Creegan, do
you know any jokes?
What do you do with a
Rottweiler shagging your leg?
Go on.
You fake an orgasm.
Justine, can you
try not speaking?
Yeah, you and all.
Shit.
Justine, stay where you are.
You piss off.
Units six and seven,
cover the exits.
Repeat, cover the exits.
She's running for it.
Bastard.
You bastard.
Justine, Justine.
Justine.
Justine.
Come on, Justine.
Get him up.
You can only
cement the conviction
if all these kids and the
international respondents
can all say
unequivocally that they
understood the same signals
from the same source
with the same result--
murder.
Yeah.
But we can't guarantee we
get identical statements
from these people.
I mean they've all got their
own agendas as to why they got
involved in the first place.
Lap of honor.
I'm allowed to say goodbye,
collect a few bits.
You're being dismissed
because of a confession
we have no evidence to support.
So why aren't you fighting?
If you'd come to
me first, I'd have
made sure there was evidence.
I'm sorry your family's gone
the shape it has, Jonathan.
But you have to know I never
want to work with you again.
You've made a mockery of
everything I believe in.
And all that without evidence?
Yeah.
We've been there
before, haven't we?
He's absolutely subtle.
How's the baby?
Oh, hanging on for
the foreseeable future.
Thanks for asking.
Jon, your wife called earlier.
If you want a lift
to the hospital,
I'll keep you company.
No, no.
I think we'll have
plenty of time
to call in the favors, about
25 years to call in the favors.
That's the baby's life
expectancy, by the way.
Jonathan.
Yeah.
I'm just going.
I know.
Goodbye.
I'm very sorry to have lost you.
We're gonna have to
apply for another 48 hours.
I can't get any guarantee
from CPS on a conviction.
So just keep at it.
You seen Jonathan Kreitman?
In the cell, sir.
He's got my bloody weapon.
And you, just tell me
in really simple terms
why people like you find
any kind of nobility
in wanting to defend
people like this.
Drop the weapon, Jonathan.
For God's sake, don't do this.
You're in the clear, man.
You see?
All you get from now is favors.
Where are mine?
Where's the justice?
You can't change a
bloody thing, Jonathan.
Can you?
Can you?
Not like this.
25 years.
It's life either way, isn't it?
I take full responsibility.
There's a hell of a lot of it.
You sure about that, Creegan?
No, he's not.
What happened was my fault.
Look.
I am looking!
This is a bloody
disgrace, all of you.
What happened in that cell
was one man's responsibility.
What preceded that event was--
and this is totally
unforgivable--
knowledge of or suspicion
of vigilanteism.
You better tell me
now if any of you
thinks that what
Jonathan Kreitman did
has any place in
your job description.
No.
No.
I don't know how
to answer that, sir.
How close any of you
came to it is not news.
And it's not the issue, Creegan.
Thank you.
From here on, the word
Team has a capital T.
And I'm running it.
All right?
units, we're looking
for three kids, not two.
I can see Fiona Morrison, Jack
McCaffrey, and a third, no ID.
What?
Have you got any
loose change, mate?
You started it.
I could've walked past.
- You came to me.
- Look.
I don't want a Tony Blair.
I just wondered if
you had a few coins--
what are you doing?
You came to me.
You came to me.
You psycho.
He's phoned.
Vince has phoned.
When?
He said he'd done something
bad, and he daren't come home.
What's he talking about?
Taylor to control.
What has he done?
Control.
Can we trace a call
made to 01233750232
this evening at about--
9 o'clock.
9 o'clock?
I made my mark.
Does it feel good?
Yes.
We did it.
[inaudible]
Here.
We can't wait here, all right?
We've gotta go.
Come on.
This is the police.
Stay where you are.
Get down on the floor.
This is the police.
Stay where you are.
Get down on the floor.
No.
No.
Get off me.
Get off me.
Get off me.
Get off me.
Mum?
Vince, where are you, love?
I can't come home.
I need money.
Mum-- I need--
just give me money.
[inaudible]?
Norma?
Creegan.
What the hell is
this report about?
It's what it says.
I took a verbal statement
from Jonathan Kreitman saying
he'd murdered Ronald Hinks.
Have you got any evidence?
I'm not filing an accusation.
It's a report on a conversation
which landed on my lap.
I think it belongs
on yours, sir.
The only thing that stopped
Vince being a part of this
was the fact that he absconded,
which means he's not like them,
doesn't it?
Which is why we think Vince
is our key to finding out
what actually led to all this.
And I warn you now if you
want to watch these interviews,
some of this stuff
is going to be
pretty difficult to listen to.
In what way?
Don't say anything.
I don't want to know.
Is Jack going to prison?
For?
Who told you you could kill
this man and get away with it?
Um well, people living in
boxes, and yeah?
You can't live in boxes.
Well, you'll
have to now, Jack.
Prison's a box.
I say it again.
You sound like-- um,
you sound like God.
Do you think the guy who sent
you on the rampage is grown up,
Jack?
Do you think James Stoker
has grown up enough
to look at this lot, Jack?
Why'd you do this to the body?
I deserved it.
Yeah.
But the woman was dead.
Why'd you do this to the body?
Make your mark.
You're saying kids did this?
You're only old enough
to have read about it.
What's he talking about?
This signature's
been used before.
What is it?
10--?
- 15.
- 15 years ago.
I'll give you a clue.
It was coastal.
Yeah.
Both.
They caught the killer.
Big case at the time.
Male or female?
Female.
That was a guess.
It was a laugh.
Jack found it on the internet,
a multiple choice thing.
Except every time you
got a section right,
you're given a special
password and a payoff.
Drugs?
Money sometimes.
What came up on the screen?
You had to say what
you're most scared
of, what you hated the most--
cats, spiders, snakes.
People?
I swear to
God I didn't do that.
I didn't do that.
I didn't do that.
James Stoker, whoever that
is, posted a questionnaire
on the internet that
specifically targeted
kids in our same communities.
How clever are we looking at?
More instinctive than clever.
He used something like this,
a standard,
trip-you-up personality test.
Questions like, are you
happy about the number
of real friends you've got?
You know, you should have
to be fairly sad to want
to fill one of these in.
Then, he offers
them real friends.
He offers to prove them
inseparable by giving them
a secret that binds
them for life.
Yeah.
But the adventure's
a secondhand quest
because this and this
and this are hallmarks
of somebody else's crime.
15 years ago, a woman by
the name of Justine Barber
was convicted of murder.
She had early form
as a prostitute,
which resulted in the murder
and mutilation of seven pimps.
Her trial split public opinion.
And she took a feminist lobby
with her through the courts.
The murders were
always selective.
But the mutilation was
identical to these.
She is currently serving
life in Stanmore.
The images that drew
these kids to his website
in the first place were nude
or portions of nude bodies
on the screen,
never pornographic,
but always depicting
nipples-- male,
female, but always nipples--
which are jokingly
referred to as stars.
And this is a memorized
quote from Vincent Wilson.
Every time you succeed,
take a star for yourself.
Justine?
Justine, we're investigating
a series of murders.
And we think you might
be able to help us.
No.
Kids are involved.
They're school kids.
They're copying the crimes
you committed in '82.
And we think they've been
instructed by somebody
who knows your case inside out.
Computers?
It's taken me 13 years to
get a manual typewriter.
I think Oscar Wilde
had it before me.
Do you know how many
letters I have to write?
Look.
We know you had your supporters
at the time of the murders.
We need to know if
you've had recent contact
with any fanatics or
anybody who wanted
to know about specific
details of your crimes.
Do you know why
I'm still here?
Because I won't apologize.
All those people I chose
to remove were filth.
So I'd be lying if
I said I was sorry.
What kind of kids?
Normal.
Or previously unremarkable.
Bloke behind it has
been using the internet.
He's sending out coded
instructions worldwide.
The kids were attached to
all come from Fieldon Cross.
What's that?
A bullet hole.
Lying bastard.
Is he lying?
No.
Bloody hell.
See, the difference
between you
and the kids we're talking about
is they didn't have a choice.
They're taking instructions
from a guy who can't
even do his own dirty work.
The only time I've
had to deal with people
like you was just
before my trial.
But people like you have
to deal with people like me
all the time.
Is that right?
If that's not dirty work.
Well, you wouldn't ask
her to babysit, would you?
Oy.
1992 to 1997.
And I want them all back.
Why aren't you
at the hospital?
For what?
Your wife, your baby.
I told Enright.
I filed a report.
You knew I would, Jonathan.
That's why you confessed
to me, isn't it?
See, what I know and you don't
is that I went to Hinks's house
the same night with
a loaded weapon.
And I am convinced I'd have done
exactly the same as you did.
But the next thing
I would've done
after that is to go to Enright
and written my own confession.
Creegan, don't tell
me what you would
have done because you
don't have a clue what
you would have done.
You didn't kill him.
You didn't finish the job.
I did.
You did.
And you can't trust
yourself anymore, which
is exactly why you told me.
Take some responsibility.
For whose sake?
Yours?
No, for yours,
you stupid prick.
Jonathan, the report's gone in.
Enright's gonna send
ballistics in here searching
for evidence to connect you.
Your career's just turned shit.
If they find any, you're
looking at 10 years.
Look.
Your baby was born
three days ago.
Your life has turned shit.
But I haven't come
to punish you, man.
What's this?
Evidence.
Same bullets that
killed Ronald Hinks.
They're yours.
Do what you want
with them, Creegan.
It's not my responsibility.
Jonathan.
Can I come in?
I want you to think very
carefully before you answer me.
Did you make a
confession to DI Creegan
that you murdered Ronald Hinks?
I reserve the right to
wait for a lawyer, sir.
Did you murder Ronald Hinks?
I reserve the right to
wait for a lawyer, sir.
Don't move.
Just tell me where
you keep your weapon.
In the safe, sir.
Are we going to find
any ballistics not legally
issued to you as an officer?
No, sir.
Thank you.
OK.
You're suspended from duties
pending the investigation.
If you've let me down,
Kreitman, I'll kick your ass
from here to kingdom come.
Sir.
Get your coat.
"Your continued
incarceration is a travesty,
and I'm doing all in my
power to put things right."
Here, all letters are
dated July of last year.
"Every time you write
to me, you give me hope.
Every time I think of you,
I grieve because the world
without you gets dirtier.
And I just can't look anymore.
And every time I think of you,
I plant another star in the sky,
hoping someday we can
meet and be together."
You knew it was mine.
And you should have asked.
So you can just piss off
from now on, all right?
Not really a good time to
ask for a favor then, is it?
Not yet.
Do you know who this guy is?
Well, he's using your
reputation, Justine.
And he's a lot
cleverer than you.
You'll get a smack around
the mouth in a minute.
He's got his
freedom, hasn't he?
Good luck to him.
Justine, the people you--
The people I cleaned up
all deserved what they got.
Donald Freeborn, he's
a 54-year-old tramp.
Glenn McLaughlin,
30-year-old beggar.
A lot's changed since '82.
Whatever they
wanted from anybody,
they didn't deserve
what they got.
Is this a two-way thing?
Can you get me out?
Well, I could get your parole
reviewed when you're about 70,
at best.
For a day.
The home office
consents to Justine Barber
helping on the case,
providing her assistance
remains confidential.
He first wrote to
me during the trial.
I was on remand.
15 years ago?
How'd you know him?
Look at the writing.
He offered me a secret wedding,
promised for life, so that I
won't feel lonely in prison.
I told him to piss
off of course.
Stoker sent these via
a PO box, which we think
is central London.
And the postmark
ties him to the day
that he first made contact
with the school kids.
According to Justine Barber,
the first time he wrote to her
was during her trial.
He doted on her, said
he'd do anything for her.
Well, that's what
I call ignorant.
I've said who I am.
You're meant to give
me something back.
All right.
Hands up anyone who's
scared of being sent down.
Why not?
I don't see the difference.
No.
That's what's really scary.
Look.
We've got a proposition.
Your crimes can be bargained
down on account of the acid
you were pre-supplied with.
You go to prison.
That's compulsory.
But the sentence can
be minimized if you
can get us to James Stoker.
Oh, yeah?
How's that?
You write the script for us
to plant on the Amathus website.
What's your Amathus?
It's a Greek myth,
Theseus and the minotaur.
Is it bollocks?
It was a nightclub
in Plymouth where
I worked as a
prostitute-- eight quid
a night with chicken in a
basket, without the basket.
You daft sod.
Hang on a second.
Is this on the record?
No.
I was a signatory
to the campaign that
made senior officers
declare whether or not
they were in the Freemasons.
It was a very proud signature.
You policed my integrity.
And there's no such thing as
two-tiered integrity, is there?
If you look at the kind of
shit we have to deal with,
and all you smell
is your own breath.
Is something wrong, Kreitman?
There won't be any charges filed
because I can find no evidence.
And there won't be
a job here either.
Shut the door.
Why?
You bloody well know why.
Shut the door.
Is it true Kreitman's
being investigated?
You know, their baby's
on the critical list.
There's three things
I've done in my life
that I'm totally ashamed of.
Me mum caught me having
a wank when I was 14.
Moving out of a house that
I bought for a family.
And today, Kreitman.
But not ashamed enough
to keep your mouth shut.
What I'm ashamed of, Mark,
is that it's taken me this long
to make something happen.
Jonathan's actually confessed.
And what you
should be ashamed of
is that you knew
more than any of us,
and you have done nothing.
I knew nothing.
Didn't you?
I knew nothing.
No?
Then why have you made a
confidential request for
a transfer down the corridor?
Because you're as scared
of your partner as I am.
Did he do it?
How dare you proceed against
Kreitman without consulting me?
- I didn't want to involve you.
- Yeah?
Well, that's a really
bad habit you've got.
They've tracked the box
number that Stoker's using.
Surveillance are on their way,
but it needs coordinating.
Concentrate, Justine.
If Stoker's checking his mail,
this will provoke contact.
You'll make his day.
Seventh from the
left, third row down.
Seventh from the
left, third row down.
Six, seven, third row.
Got it.
Prison
security is under the hammer
again after Justine
Barber, sentenced to life
for multiple murder
over 15 years ago,
escaped last night from Stanmore
in a taxi that was meant
to be ferrying staff into town.
An inquiry has been set up to
investigate just how Barber was
able to gain access to the car.
Yeah.
Oh, and if he shows,
he's gonna want to tell
you what he's done for you.
So we're gonna have to mic
you up so we can record it.
You said you had
proof that he made
those kids do what they did.
Well, we can prove
they did it for him.
But we can't prove
he made them do it.
If you've got me
hanging some poor sod
because you can't
do your job, I'll
bloody hammer you, Creegan.
Oh, come on, Justine.
You've seen those kids.
You've spoken to them.
He's a pimp.
And if he gets away, what's
gonna stop him doing it again?
Creegan.
Surveillance missed him.
He's been and gone, taken
the letter with him.
Oh, shit.
One, two, three.
Hello?
Hello.
Who am I speaking to, please?
Do you think I'm
stupid or what?
You could be setting me up.
How do I know you're clean?
You
worked in a club
and in Plymouth, the Amathus.
OK.
I've no money and nowhere
to stay after tonight.
And--
Are we married?
What?
Did my vows
mean anything, Justine?
Well, I'm wearing your
ring if that's what you mean.
That
belonged to my wife.
You've kept me alive.
You know you've kept me alive.
The ring said a lot.
You set the
world a standard, Justine.
What was that?
My daughter's
looking after me.
Just hang on.
Will you piss off
upstairs with that phone?
This is a private
conversation, all right?
It's private.
It's not healthy for me here.
She's got three kids
running around, and--
what's your name, by the way?
I've only got J.
You
haven't got a daughter.
Yes, I have.
She was christened Lisa Teresa
Barber, 7th of July, 1973.
I had her adopted in 1974.
And she was officially renamed
Emma Singleton in 1975.
Check.
How much money do
you need, Justine?
Justine?
Look.
I don't like this.
What's your proper name?
Leonard.
Well, where shall
we meet, Leonard?
I don't
want any disappointments.
What do you mean?
I don't--
I don't think I'm as
handsome as I might
- have made out in the letters.
- Look, Leonard.
Do I give a shit about handsome?
Handsome's what
put me in Stanmore.
What I need right now more
than anything is a friend.
I am that.
I swear I am that.
So when?
Nobody looks at each other.
Look at them.
I've seen rats up here.
Here we go.
On your marks, get set.
Hello.
Oh, go on.
Piss off.
Get his picture.
Cover him to the exit.
Hey, Creegan, do
you know any jokes?
What do you do with a
Rottweiler shagging your leg?
Go on.
You fake an orgasm.
Justine, can you
try not speaking?
Yeah, you and all.
Shit.
Justine, stay where you are.
You piss off.
Units six and seven,
cover the exits.
Repeat, cover the exits.
She's running for it.
Bastard.
You bastard.
Justine, Justine.
Justine.
Justine.
Come on, Justine.
Get him up.
You can only
cement the conviction
if all these kids and the
international respondents
can all say
unequivocally that they
understood the same signals
from the same source
with the same result--
murder.
Yeah.
But we can't guarantee we
get identical statements
from these people.
I mean they've all got their
own agendas as to why they got
involved in the first place.
Lap of honor.
I'm allowed to say goodbye,
collect a few bits.
You're being dismissed
because of a confession
we have no evidence to support.
So why aren't you fighting?
If you'd come to
me first, I'd have
made sure there was evidence.
I'm sorry your family's gone
the shape it has, Jonathan.
But you have to know I never
want to work with you again.
You've made a mockery of
everything I believe in.
And all that without evidence?
Yeah.
We've been there
before, haven't we?
He's absolutely subtle.
How's the baby?
Oh, hanging on for
the foreseeable future.
Thanks for asking.
Jon, your wife called earlier.
If you want a lift
to the hospital,
I'll keep you company.
No, no.
I think we'll have
plenty of time
to call in the favors, about
25 years to call in the favors.
That's the baby's life
expectancy, by the way.
Jonathan.
Yeah.
I'm just going.
I know.
Goodbye.
I'm very sorry to have lost you.
We're gonna have to
apply for another 48 hours.
I can't get any guarantee
from CPS on a conviction.
So just keep at it.
You seen Jonathan Kreitman?
In the cell, sir.
He's got my bloody weapon.
And you, just tell me
in really simple terms
why people like you find
any kind of nobility
in wanting to defend
people like this.
Drop the weapon, Jonathan.
For God's sake, don't do this.
You're in the clear, man.
You see?
All you get from now is favors.
Where are mine?
Where's the justice?
You can't change a
bloody thing, Jonathan.
Can you?
Can you?
Not like this.
25 years.
It's life either way, isn't it?
I take full responsibility.
There's a hell of a lot of it.
You sure about that, Creegan?
No, he's not.
What happened was my fault.
Look.
I am looking!
This is a bloody
disgrace, all of you.
What happened in that cell
was one man's responsibility.
What preceded that event was--
and this is totally
unforgivable--
knowledge of or suspicion
of vigilanteism.
You better tell me
now if any of you
thinks that what
Jonathan Kreitman did
has any place in
your job description.
No.
No.
I don't know how
to answer that, sir.
How close any of you
came to it is not news.
And it's not the issue, Creegan.
Thank you.
From here on, the word
Team has a capital T.
And I'm running it.
All right?