Unforgotten (2015–…): Season 5, Episode 5 - Episode #5.5 - full transcript
SUNNY: Precious died very
soon after your last meeting.
Is there anything
that you can tell us
that would help us with that?
No, sorry.
My sense is there's more to
that than he's admitting.
He left because of some
inappropriate photos
he took of a colleague.
Do you wanna tell me why?
He said that you and
he were finished.
Here we are, nine months on, with
no hint of a wedding in sight.
Precious was a member of a cult
- The Family Of Blessed Light.
See what you can find
out about them. On it.
You got a lot to lose, man.
Who are you really, Joseph?
I can't work like this. This
is not who I am, or how I work.
Let's reset.
If I were to decide to
bring things forward,
how much notice would you need?
MUSIC: 'All We
Do' by Oh Wonder
♪ All we do is hide away
♪ All we do is All
we do is hide away
♪ All we do is lie in wait
♪ All we do is All
we do is lie in wait
♪ I've been upside down
♪ I don't want to be
The right way round
♪ Can't find paradise
On the ground. ♪
CHILDREN PLAYING
DOG BARKING IN THE DISTANCE
CAR DOOR CLOSES
Hi. This is Llagavelly Farm?
It is. How can I help you?
DS Murray Boulting.
Metropolitan Police. I'm
looking for David Bell.
What is it you need to know?
Maybe I can help? Is he here?
If you'd like to follow me.
You're not 21 any
more, Tony Hume.
SHE SIGHS You need to slow down.
That was me slowing down.
A boozy break from work.
Well, exactly.
You shouldn't need a break from work
because you shouldn't be working.
What are you even
still trying to prove?
I don't know.
I just know the older I get,
the more I see the mistakes.
The things I didn't achieve.
The wrongs I did.
Oh, what wrongs?
You haven't done any wrongs.
Not proper ones, anyway.
Well, I have, love.
Decades of them.
You did what you thought was the
right thing at the time and...
Not just politics.
There were other things I never...
I don't want to hear, Tony.
We all have things we wish
we'd done differently.
That's life.
We move on. We don't
live in the past.
SIGHS
So, is this anything to
do with Precious Falade?
The only trouble we ever
had here was with Precious.
We're all sinners,
right? But Precious...
What? "Thou shalt have
no other gods before me."
I'm not with you.
Mammon, DS Boulting.
That's who she betrayed him for.
God of money.
Right.
She was 15 when he
got her pregnant.
He was 42, your dear leader.
He's right there.
SIGHS
He was here for a couple of
nights, and then he left.
Have you tried his work? Yeah.
They said he was off sick.
Oh.
He's in there, isn't
he? Jess, he's not.
Steve, are you in
there? Please...
If he's in there,
Nick, I swear to f...
Jess... calm down.
I am calm. Totally calm.
Did he tell you he
was fucking my sister?
Just in case you were thinking
of standing up for him.
He was what? Just
get him to call me.
CAR BEEPS
HE SIGHS
You need to leave.
CAR BEEPS
I thought I'd wait.
I thought I owed you that.
You owe me nothing.
So, what was it...
when you asked me to
marry you that night?
A genuine proposal.
Really?
Completely.
Because, sitting
here, right now...
..it slightly feels like
maybe it was just...
because you were so lost.
No.
No. At the time, it...
..it felt utterly genuine.
"At the time".
And now?
I don't know what's
going on, Sal.
I'm as thrown as you are.
About where we are. Where I am.
I feel...
..so stuck.
And... lost.
Yeah.
HE SIGHS Now, certainly.
And almost the
unkindest cut of all
is that's the most you've said
to me about it in nine months.
Because I... I felt
you were jealous.
Right. Which, as I
said, I completely get.
So... listen.
Let's not make any
decisions right now.
But I do need to tell
you how I'm feeling.
Of course.
And how I'm feeling is
that, actually, with time,
I think we could
probably ride this out.
Probably. Definitely.
Except, erm...
..then I got pregnant.
And it made me realise how
much I do actually want a baby.
And how much you don't.
And that's quite a big thing.
So I'm gonna go and
stay with my mum.
We can keep talking, but...
..I need a break, to
have a bit of a think.
Of course.
I'm... so, so sorry, my love.
Yeah. Me too.
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
SIGHS
RINGING TONE
'Hi, this is Karol,
leave a message.'
PHONE BEEPS
Hi, Karol, this is DS
Frances Lingley again.
Appreciate it if you
could return my call.
My colleague DI Khan and
I need to speak with you
following your earlier interview.
Call me back ASAP, please.
Bailed? 'Last night.'
Had some posh lawyer on
his case, apparently.
OK, er... and to
his home address?
'Hang on. Let me check.'
Joseph Bell's
apparently been bailed.
So I'm thinking if
we go to his flat,
then we might need
firearms support? Oh...
You wanna call the
boss? Which one?
Yeah, no, better to
be safe than sorry.
Yeah, I'll put a call in to TFC.
OK, thanks, Fran.
TAPPING ON PHONE
Hey. Hey, Sunny.
How you doing? Er...
Dreadful.
Ah. You?
My partner left last
night, so, er, same.
Crap. I'm sorry.
Well, how about we distract
ourselves with some work?
I like it.
Does anyone call you Jessie?
James, as in Jessie...?
Yeah, no, no. No.
I get the reference.
On account of everyone I have
met making the exact same joke.
Oh, sorry. The thought
just occurred to me.
Jesus! We're in worse bloody
trouble than I thought.
HE CHUCKLES
Time to go.
Where we going again?
Just away from London for now.
Right.
And you don't need to
worry about money, babe.
Money ain't gonna
be a problem...
DOOR BURSTS OPEN Armed police!
Armed police, face
down on the floor, now!
Put your hands on your head.
Hands behind your head!
Put your hands on
your head. Stay there!
Bedroom clear! Kitchen clear!
That's my stuff, man,
my personal stuff.
I never stole none of that,
bro, so look after it, yeah,
or I'll fuck you up.
A sugar daddy? That was
Niamh's description.
Any name? Just said
he was an older man.
So are we saying that
we think this was Hume?
That'd explain how Precious might
have had a key to the house.
This relationship was supposed
to have happened when?
She said Precious talked
about him the very last time
she was up at the farm.
Niamh always assumed that's
why she never came back.
And we definitively know
that David Bell did die three
months before the murder?
Yeah, I checked with Bangor
General on the way back.
He died on April the 12th,
2016, of lung cancer.
Lots to think about
there. Er, Kaz?
So, Joseph Bell's been
arrested at his flat,
having been bailed two
nights ago with a 10K surety.
MURRAY SIGHS
Where's he get that kind of
money? His own sugar daddy.
And possible motives
for HIM killing her?
A row that escalated and
could have been precipitated
by multiple things.
Drugs, money, her being on the
game, her not being on the game.
Also, when you look at
the Zoom interviews I did,
then simple
old-fashioned revenge
starts to look like
a fairly good motive.
Be good to be able to place
him at the house at some point.
It's funny you should say
that, because I've been doing
a bit of record-checking of
Precious's bank statements.
And started with the assumption
it was unlikely she had no phone,
and was linking debit
card payments...
PHONE RINGS ..to
possible phone shops,
newsagents, corner
shops, etc, and, bingo!
This here. Sorry.
REPLACES RECEIVER Ebele
Falade's here, Guv.
OK, thank you. Go on.
Yeah, so this is
a £30 card payment
made to a small
phone shop in Acton.
Where did you get
it? Doesn't matter.
It matters to me.
Same as you telling me
what the police wanted to
speak to you about matters.
I've already told you.
It was an old client
of mine who sadly died,
and they just wanted
some background on her.
They couldn't do it in a
phone call? Apparently not.
It's not my problem.
Can we move on, please?
Serge spoke to one of the
French officers this morning.
Explained the situation
with the children,
that you live with us,
that you are effectively
their stepfather.
And they said you were a
person of interest in a murder.
Which might have
a sexual element.
It's not true, Elise. You
must know that not be true.
Look at me.
Look at me.
You need to leave.
Please...
Now, please.
IN FRENCH:
OK, thank you. Bye, now.
Boss, have you got a minute?
I just spoke to
social services again.
Er, yeah, one sec.
Guv? Yeah?
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
Erm, so I just spoke to HR at
West London Social Services,
and they've confirmed Karol Wojski
vehemently denied the allegation,
but then also refused
to hand his phone over.
So, he was sacked or resigned?
It was agreed he could just
resign on mental health grounds,
with no complaint on his record.
And when he left,
another employee came forward
with a similar allegation.
So, what are we thinking?
Maybe there was some sort of
sexual misdemeanour with Precious
that escalated? OK.
Make an application for all his
work email correspondence for 2016,
with particular reference,
obviously, to Precious.
Guv.
You all right? Yes.
So, my guess is she'll
probably go "no comment".
So as discussed, the trick'll be
to goad her in to talking. Yep.
In terms of motive, we have
a row that got out of hand
about money, or sex work, or
Precious stealing from her.
Or a row that got out of hand about
how terrible a mother Abele was.
Or what a terrible
daughter Precious was.
Spoilt for choice. Mm.
So, when we spoke on Tuesday,
you said the last time
that you saw your daughter
was on her birthday,
on the 15th of January,
is that correct?
Yes. Now showing Ms
Falade exhibit EF001.
Can you confirm that
this mobile number
was once registered to you?
No idea. OK.
Showing exhibit EF002.
So, this was the address
attached to the debit card
that purchased that contract.
Do you recognise that? Yes.
Was that your home address
between March 2014 and May 2015?
Yes.
So it would be reasonable to assume
that this was your number, right?
No comment. OK.
Here is exhibit EF003.
Do you recognise that number?
No.
OK, so that number was attached
to a pay-as-you-go SIM which we -
through various bank
and telecom records -
have identified as having
been bought by your daughter.
Here's the thing, Bele.
On the 26th of June, 2016,
the night we think she died,
the number we believe was yours
called the number we
believe was your daughter's.
Do you have any comment on that?
No. D'you remember the call?
From six years ago?
The day your daughter died.
No. Well, the call
happened at 18:27.
It lasted three
minutes and 12 seconds.
No recollection at all? No.
At 18:24, just before
you called your daughter,
you also received a call from
an as yet unidentified number.
Do you recall that? No.
OK, er, any recollection,
just 12 days before this,
of having a row with her outside
the house where she died?
What row?
A neighbour called the
police, it was so loud,
and detailed hearing the
younger of the two women
calling her assailant "Mum".
Her assailant?! I never
fucking touched her.
So you were there, but
you never touched her?
No... No comment.
Fine. Moving on.
Can I ask you why
you never mentioned
that Precious had foetal
alcohol spectrum disorder?
Because she didn't.
All her medical and social
service records say that she did.
Because she told
them that she did.
Because she was small
and struggled at school
so wanted someone to blame.
Did you drink while pregnant?
No. I mean, we know that you
have a history of alcohol issues.
You told us yourself.
Not when I was pregnant.
You see...
..I think you're
denying the FASD
because it had been a
source of huge conflict
between Precious
and you, hadn't it?
No comment. Which you
wanted to keep from us,
that you rowed -
often violently -
many, many times about
this very subject.
No comment.
Did you have another row with
her the night of June 26th? No.
Maybe it got out of hand.
She was a volatile woman.
I wasn't even with her.
Maybe you didn't mean to hurt her.
Maybe it was an accident. Look...
I did...
the best I could for her.
And I'm sorry if that
wasn't good enough.
And... if I wasn't good enough.
But I'm confused as to why
she devoted so much of
her life to hating me.
Because, really, what a waste.
And I didn't have
an ideal childhood,
but you move on, don't
you? BELE SNIFFLES
So like I say, I am genuinely
sorry if I failed her.
But I can tell you honestly
that I never hit her.
I never hurt her.
And I certainly
never killed her.
It happens.
There you go. Oh, thank you.
What, people shift their
views as they get older?
I mean, generally, it
tends to go the other way,
from left to right.
And it's rarely as complete
as Hume's, but it does happen.
So, he was pretty
conservative originally?
HE SCOFFS He was a
classic Thatcherite
who'd lecture anyone
that would listen.
You didn't spend
what you didn't have.
Basically a version of
her "housewife fallacy".
That you run a country like a
home, don't accumulate debt.
And then? And then,
sometime late 2016,
just six years after he more or
less invented austerity for Osborne,
he declares the opposite.
That, actually, an economy
is profoundly different
from a household,
and we should be borrowing
and spending hugely
on public services.
So, does anyone have any idea
what brought this shift around?
Not really.
I mean, some people thought it
was his cancer diagnosis in 2014.
OK. Except he was still a vociferous
campaigner for budget cuts
all through his treatment,
so I didn't really buy that.
Huh! Some people
thought it was Brexit,
because he was a Remainer.
There was an argument that austerity
had a part to play in them losing,
but anyone with half a
brain knew that austerity
was just one small
part of that, so...
So?
CLEARS HIS THROAT
I think it was a woman.
Deleted? Sorry.
Is that standard
here? Not at all.
This was all deleted by
him, by Karol Wojski.
So when you say
deleted...? Well, exactly.
It depends how tech savvy he was,
because not much is gone forever.
But how much time and
money do you have?
I'll call my boss.
I don't know what you did
or what you didn't do,
but for what it's worth...
..I've always thought
of you as a good guy.
I love you, man.
IN POLISH:
And he said that he saw him
with her in the spring of 2016
on the pavement outside
Portcullis House,
as Hussein was
returning from a run.
How did he know it wasn't a
colleague, or just a friend or...?
Yeah, he said he saw
that they were rowing,
and that there was just something
in the way that they were together
that to him, at least, suggested
it was an intimate relationship.
Did you show him a
photo of Precious?
Yeah. He couldn't say one
way or another on the face,
but he did remember
very specifically
that the woman with
Hume was petite
and that she was probably
mixed-race or Mediterranean-looking.
OK. Erm...
And then just one last thing.
As I was researching
his early years,
Wallingham, Cambridge,
the City, etc,
I came across a rather
interesting detail.
Look at the second paragraph
down, under "Early Life".
So, the first company
that Hume worked for,
between 1968 and 1973,
was Morgan Lavelle.
The same company that
Ebele Falade walked into
with an air pistol
nine years later.
Oh, man.
Where are we with
finding our doorman?
Er, I've been mainly
prioritising this.
Well, we need to speak
to the doorman ASAP,
because that, Kaz,
that is fucking gold.
VOICEMAIL: 'You have
one new message.'
'Hi there, this is DS Lingley.
'Thanks for your message, and
great you're back in the UK.
'If you could present yourself
at Bishop Street Police Station,
'NW1, ASAP, please ask for me.
'That would be really
helpful. Thank you.'
So, the owner of the firearm we
think is our murder weapon...
Elton King? 'Yeah.'
We found him. He's
happy to talk to us.
OK, nice one. Can you set
something up tomorrow?
'On it now. Night, boss.'
Night. CALL DISCONNECTS
And so what we propose
three months out from launch
is that I step away
from the Bath position.
My commis chef is more than
ready to take the reins... Sorry.
You were right. It's...
all just... noise.
I'm... I'm so...
..sorry to have
wasted your time.
I...
It was a mistake.
It was my mistake.
I am so sorry.
I'm really sorry. I'll...
I'll be right back.
Bele.
Bele.
Now, we don't remotely expect you to
tell us where the gun is, Mr King.
All we want to know is
if there is a possibility
that Joseph Bell could
have had access to it
after you were arrested.
I 100% know he had access to it.
OK. How?
Cos it was him that used
it in the robbery, not me.
He was the one with you?
And when I got pulled, I was
happy to take the flak for it,
on the assumption he'd
look after me inside.
Send me shit, look
after my lady.
Except I never heard from
him again. So, yeah...
he had access to the gun,
cos I gave it to him.
And you'd be prepared to make
a statement to that effect?
Too fucking right I would.
So, we know the payments came
from a Coombe & Co account.
We just need to know now
who, or what, DSH is.
Except, unfortunately,
I'm not at liberty to
disclose that information.
Oh, I'm sorry. My
mistake. Yes, you are.
My colleague DS Boulting sent
through a disclosure form.
It's the bank's
rules, I'm afraid.
We can return with a warrant
and spend a few days turning
the whole place over.
It's your call.
HE LAUGHS
I'll need to speak to my boss.
I'll wait.
When I was 17 and just
pregnant with Precious...
I came home from school one day
to find that my grandmother had
invited Pastor Muyulu to our house
to perform an exorcism on me.
I refused to cooperate
and fought them both off.
But then when I came
back a few days later...
to get my stuff before
I left for good,
I found my grandfather
there on his own.
He was a strong man still,
only in his early 50s,
and he told me that if we got rid
of it before I started to show,
then I wouldn't shame
them and the community,
like my mum had.
He tied me up and forced
a funnel into my mouth...
..and poured half a
litre of vodka down me.
Apart from giving me
a taste for the stuff,
whatever he did over
the next couple of hours
obviously didn't
work, because...
..Precious survived.
That, and the way
that they raised me,
damaged me for life.
And in here.
The constant sense
of shame and guilt...
..about my mum messed me up.
So the first time I got
sober, in my early 30s...
..I tried to get help.
And for a few
years, I was lucky.
You know, the referrals
would sometimes get me
an hour of therapy once a
week, for a couple of months.
But then even that
dwindled to waiting lists
and apologies from
overworked GPs.
So, you...
you find your own
therapy, don't you?
The drink sometimes.
Or love.
The best, I think.
But the... the damage
is still in there.
So, how about I tell you
where we are, what we know.
Showing the suspect exhibit JR1,
a copy of a triangulation
document supplied by KZK Mobile.
So, this document details that on
the 26th of June, 2016, at 18:49,
a phone that we
believe belonged to you
called a phone registered to
your grandmother, Ebele Falade.
That call was connected
via a phone mast
just 200 yards from
64 Waterman Road.
So basically, what
we're saying is,
that on the night
that your mother died,
we can place you in or near the
house in which her body was found.
D'you have any response to that?
No comment. Did
you make that call?
No comment. Were you there, J?
No comment.
Do you remember
Elton King, Joseph?
No comment. He remembers you.
Not that fondly,
I'm sorry to say.
No comment.
That wasn't actually a question,
but thanks for the response.
Did you look after a
gun for Mr King, Joseph?
No comment. Did you keep it
while he went to
prison for a robbery
that you were also
involved in? No comment.
Did you have it with you when
you went to see your mother
on the night of 26th
June, 2016? No comment.
Did you get into a
row with her, Joseph?
No comment.
Because we know things
were difficult between you.
We spoke to many people who looked
after you when you were growing up.
Teachers, social workers, your
foster parent, Alan Barker.
He told us what your
mum put you through,
and I know that she was wrestling
with her own demons, but...
..no child should have to
deal with what you did.
The people that she
made you encounter.
The innocence that was
taken away from you.
So we understand if it was
a row that got out of hand
and your anger got
the better of you.
Maybe it was even an accident.
But why don't you tell us
your side of the story?
You don't understand a thing.
Joseph... And you
can shut the fuck up.
So help us.
I'm not Joseph Bell.
I'm sorry?
I'm not Joe.
It's not J for Joseph.
It's J for Jay.
I'm Joe's half-brother.
My birth was never registered.
My mum didn't want me taken
in to care like Joe was.
So... So, what about
schools and healthcare?
I lived between my mum
and my dad till I was 11.
He home-schooled me a bit.
So, how old are you? 21.
So you were 14
when your mum died?
Nearly 15.
And did you go to
your dad, then?
No, he died in 2015.
And who was your father?
Eric Royce.
OK. And where did he live?
With, erm... a
travelling community.
So, er...
How did you survive in London,
I presume on your own,
from the age of 14?
I did fine. I was
already old, man.
I stole. Lived on the streets.
Got jobs in markets,
lived in squats.
Then when I was 16, I...
I adopted my brother's identity
to gain access to his benefits.
OK. Did your brother
not need his identity?
You can leave now.
Jay, I'm here to
help... Leave, bruv.
I'll wait outside.
DOOR CLOSES
No.
Why didn't your brother
need his identity?
Did something
happen to him, Jay?
Something connected to
the night of the 26th?
There's people out there, man,
who'd wanna hurt me
cos of what I've seen.
So I'm not saying any more.
We wouldn't let that happen.
HE SCOFFS We wouldn't
let anyone hurt you.
Yeah, people used
to say that to Joe.
All day long.
People like you, telling
him he could trust them.
That they'd look after him.
And they were lying.
All of them, man.
All of them.
So I ain't telling you a thing.
'So, good news, bad news.'
The bad news is that all his e-mails
to her have gone from our server.
And I mean properly gone.
He knew what he was doing.
OK. And the good news?
Just because of how and where
our systems store stuff,
there are two from
her to him undeleted,
and I think you'll
find them interesting.
So, this is the first,
as I say, from Precious
Falade to Karol Wojski,
sent on the 26th
of June at 14:23.
"Hi, Karol, you left your
laptop here earlier, unlocked.
"Couldn't resist a
peek at your photos.
"Some interesting pics.
"How much would you not want me
to share these with your boss?
"Call or text.
I'm here tonight."
And then this is the other one.
And at the bottom here,
you can see his reply
to her first email.
SHE READS
That would be the 27th.
And she just replies,
"Bring 2K." Oh...
There was a laptop logged
on her son's arrest sheet.
So, is it possible to
determine who's this is?
Is it obviously Joe Royce's?
If it is, he's barely used
it in the last few years.
There's no internet history,
no updates, no emails.
So, when you say the
last few years...?
Last real activity was mid-2016.
So this is his mum's.
I think that's
pretty likely. OK.
Also, I need you to find and
download any stored photos,
look for anything, erm, tagged
and nominated to a Karol Wojski.
Right. Yep.
Yep. Call me ASAP if
you find anything.
Cheers.
His brother?! 'Half.
'At least, that's
what he told me.'
There was no bloody
brother, half or otherwise.
I'm just telling
you what he said.
'Is he still in there?
'Are they still
questioning him?' Yes.
Look, just try to get him out,
Graham, whoever the hell he is.
And then what? PHONE BEEPS
'Just... Oh, I've got
another call coming in.
'Just try to get him out.'
Ben. 'Tony.'
Long time. 'Indeed.'
How are you? 'Er, listen,
not a social call.'
Er, we've had a rather unfortunate
incident in the bank today,
involving a police officer
asking about an account you
set up in the late '80s?
Right. And, er... what
did you tell them?
Well, you know I always try to
preserve anonymity, but, er...
..I had to tell
them, I'm afraid.
'About both standing orders.'
PHONE RINGS
Fran Lingley.
'Fran, it's Gordy Watson
on the front desk.'
Hey, Gordy, what's up?
'So, I just had the weirdest call
regarding the Precious Falade case.
'Can you come down?'
So, how do we prove if
he's telling the truth?
It's hard.
But DNA from him, his mum,
both his alleged fathers...
Who are both dead, and may
not be on any of our systems.
And how long's that gonna
take, if it's even possible?
Not your problem.
I'm not sure you're
even his brief any more.
And even if he is lying
about who he says he is...
you still have no good evidence
to connect him to your murder.
As I said... I think
you'll find I am his brief,
as soon as I tell him
I can get him bailed.
Guv.
Erm, I need a word.
It's pretty urgent.
We'll get right
back to you on that.
And did the caller
say who the body was?
A young man named Joseph Bell.
Jesus. Yeah.
And I assume the caller
didn't say who he was?
No. How weird they
make the call now.
Can we trace where the call
came from? We're working on it.
And did he say where specifically
in the garden he was buried?
No, but I checked the address
he gave on Google Maps.
It's a small ground
floor flat in Greenford.
The garden's 50 by 30, so...
OK. Thanks, Fran. OK.
So, we get a dog
unit down there...
What about Jay Royce?
Brief's right. We've
got nothing to hold him.
Bail him to return next week.
OK. DOOR OPENS
Sunny, when they found the bullet,
did they keep looking for others?
I'll call Morten. Get
him back in there.
DOOR CLOSES
Mr Blackwood? Yeah?
Karen Willets,
Bishop Street nick.
I was wondering if you
could give me five minutes?
Yeah.
Where were they?
In a file imaginatively
named "Karol Wojsack pics".
So, this is not Jay's.
Everything on here would suggests to
me this is Precious Falade's laptop.
When was the file made?
26th of June, 2016.
Downloaded from an email
sent from a Hotmail address,
also created on
the 26th of June.
About 20 minutes or so before
the e-mail was sent, in fact.
So she creates a Hotmail
account on Wojski's laptop
to send the photos
to this to hers?
Yeah.
How many are there? 43.
On the tube, buses, shops...
It's obviously his thing.
Daryl, you're a genius. Can
you send them to me? Yep.
When? KATE: 'About
ten minutes ago.'
And what's he doing?
Has he... Has he come to
pick some stuff up or...?
I don't think so. He's
playing with the kids.
'He just dropped a
bag in the spare room
'and said he'd cook.'
OK, well, erm...
Look, you head on, Mum, and,
erm... I'll call you later, OK?
Sorry.
MAN: Go on, then. Go
find him. Good boy.
PHONE RINGS
Lingley. GORDY: 'Got a
Karol Wojski down here
'asking for you.'
Can you get him to take a seat
and tell him I'll be down in 20?
'OK.'
DOOR LOCKING
DOGS SNIFFING
Here!
Good boy.
Mr Hume, Gatwick?
Yes. Gatwick, please.
And we just felt that there was a
bit of a discrepancy between you,
obviously, thinking it was
a serious enough incident
to call the police,
and then what you went
on to say in court.
Well, yes.
Yes, there was. Thanks.
OK.
But can I ask you why?
Because it was suggested
to me after the arrest...
..that if I wanted
to keep my job...
..I downplay the incident.
Suggested by who?
One of the directors.
Which one? I'd
prefer not to say.
Well, according to my research,
Anthony Hume's father was
on the board of directors.
Was it him?
And was there anything else
he asked you to change?
Anything else that you
didn't tell the court?
What she was shouting, when
she came through the door.
Which was?
"I wanna speak to my dad.
"I want to speak to
Tony fucking Hume."
CAR ENGINE TURNING OVER
Hold on.
soon after your last meeting.
Is there anything
that you can tell us
that would help us with that?
No, sorry.
My sense is there's more to
that than he's admitting.
He left because of some
inappropriate photos
he took of a colleague.
Do you wanna tell me why?
He said that you and
he were finished.
Here we are, nine months on, with
no hint of a wedding in sight.
Precious was a member of a cult
- The Family Of Blessed Light.
See what you can find
out about them. On it.
You got a lot to lose, man.
Who are you really, Joseph?
I can't work like this. This
is not who I am, or how I work.
Let's reset.
If I were to decide to
bring things forward,
how much notice would you need?
MUSIC: 'All We
Do' by Oh Wonder
♪ All we do is hide away
♪ All we do is All
we do is hide away
♪ All we do is lie in wait
♪ All we do is All
we do is lie in wait
♪ I've been upside down
♪ I don't want to be
The right way round
♪ Can't find paradise
On the ground. ♪
CHILDREN PLAYING
DOG BARKING IN THE DISTANCE
CAR DOOR CLOSES
Hi. This is Llagavelly Farm?
It is. How can I help you?
DS Murray Boulting.
Metropolitan Police. I'm
looking for David Bell.
What is it you need to know?
Maybe I can help? Is he here?
If you'd like to follow me.
You're not 21 any
more, Tony Hume.
SHE SIGHS You need to slow down.
That was me slowing down.
A boozy break from work.
Well, exactly.
You shouldn't need a break from work
because you shouldn't be working.
What are you even
still trying to prove?
I don't know.
I just know the older I get,
the more I see the mistakes.
The things I didn't achieve.
The wrongs I did.
Oh, what wrongs?
You haven't done any wrongs.
Not proper ones, anyway.
Well, I have, love.
Decades of them.
You did what you thought was the
right thing at the time and...
Not just politics.
There were other things I never...
I don't want to hear, Tony.
We all have things we wish
we'd done differently.
That's life.
We move on. We don't
live in the past.
SIGHS
So, is this anything to
do with Precious Falade?
The only trouble we ever
had here was with Precious.
We're all sinners,
right? But Precious...
What? "Thou shalt have
no other gods before me."
I'm not with you.
Mammon, DS Boulting.
That's who she betrayed him for.
God of money.
Right.
She was 15 when he
got her pregnant.
He was 42, your dear leader.
He's right there.
SIGHS
He was here for a couple of
nights, and then he left.
Have you tried his work? Yeah.
They said he was off sick.
Oh.
He's in there, isn't
he? Jess, he's not.
Steve, are you in
there? Please...
If he's in there,
Nick, I swear to f...
Jess... calm down.
I am calm. Totally calm.
Did he tell you he
was fucking my sister?
Just in case you were thinking
of standing up for him.
He was what? Just
get him to call me.
CAR BEEPS
HE SIGHS
You need to leave.
CAR BEEPS
I thought I'd wait.
I thought I owed you that.
You owe me nothing.
So, what was it...
when you asked me to
marry you that night?
A genuine proposal.
Really?
Completely.
Because, sitting
here, right now...
..it slightly feels like
maybe it was just...
because you were so lost.
No.
No. At the time, it...
..it felt utterly genuine.
"At the time".
And now?
I don't know what's
going on, Sal.
I'm as thrown as you are.
About where we are. Where I am.
I feel...
..so stuck.
And... lost.
Yeah.
HE SIGHS Now, certainly.
And almost the
unkindest cut of all
is that's the most you've said
to me about it in nine months.
Because I... I felt
you were jealous.
Right. Which, as I
said, I completely get.
So... listen.
Let's not make any
decisions right now.
But I do need to tell
you how I'm feeling.
Of course.
And how I'm feeling is
that, actually, with time,
I think we could
probably ride this out.
Probably. Definitely.
Except, erm...
..then I got pregnant.
And it made me realise how
much I do actually want a baby.
And how much you don't.
And that's quite a big thing.
So I'm gonna go and
stay with my mum.
We can keep talking, but...
..I need a break, to
have a bit of a think.
Of course.
I'm... so, so sorry, my love.
Yeah. Me too.
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
SIGHS
RINGING TONE
'Hi, this is Karol,
leave a message.'
PHONE BEEPS
Hi, Karol, this is DS
Frances Lingley again.
Appreciate it if you
could return my call.
My colleague DI Khan and
I need to speak with you
following your earlier interview.
Call me back ASAP, please.
Bailed? 'Last night.'
Had some posh lawyer on
his case, apparently.
OK, er... and to
his home address?
'Hang on. Let me check.'
Joseph Bell's
apparently been bailed.
So I'm thinking if
we go to his flat,
then we might need
firearms support? Oh...
You wanna call the
boss? Which one?
Yeah, no, better to
be safe than sorry.
Yeah, I'll put a call in to TFC.
OK, thanks, Fran.
TAPPING ON PHONE
Hey. Hey, Sunny.
How you doing? Er...
Dreadful.
Ah. You?
My partner left last
night, so, er, same.
Crap. I'm sorry.
Well, how about we distract
ourselves with some work?
I like it.
Does anyone call you Jessie?
James, as in Jessie...?
Yeah, no, no. No.
I get the reference.
On account of everyone I have
met making the exact same joke.
Oh, sorry. The thought
just occurred to me.
Jesus! We're in worse bloody
trouble than I thought.
HE CHUCKLES
Time to go.
Where we going again?
Just away from London for now.
Right.
And you don't need to
worry about money, babe.
Money ain't gonna
be a problem...
DOOR BURSTS OPEN Armed police!
Armed police, face
down on the floor, now!
Put your hands on your head.
Hands behind your head!
Put your hands on
your head. Stay there!
Bedroom clear! Kitchen clear!
That's my stuff, man,
my personal stuff.
I never stole none of that,
bro, so look after it, yeah,
or I'll fuck you up.
A sugar daddy? That was
Niamh's description.
Any name? Just said
he was an older man.
So are we saying that
we think this was Hume?
That'd explain how Precious might
have had a key to the house.
This relationship was supposed
to have happened when?
She said Precious talked
about him the very last time
she was up at the farm.
Niamh always assumed that's
why she never came back.
And we definitively know
that David Bell did die three
months before the murder?
Yeah, I checked with Bangor
General on the way back.
He died on April the 12th,
2016, of lung cancer.
Lots to think about
there. Er, Kaz?
So, Joseph Bell's been
arrested at his flat,
having been bailed two
nights ago with a 10K surety.
MURRAY SIGHS
Where's he get that kind of
money? His own sugar daddy.
And possible motives
for HIM killing her?
A row that escalated and
could have been precipitated
by multiple things.
Drugs, money, her being on the
game, her not being on the game.
Also, when you look at
the Zoom interviews I did,
then simple
old-fashioned revenge
starts to look like
a fairly good motive.
Be good to be able to place
him at the house at some point.
It's funny you should say
that, because I've been doing
a bit of record-checking of
Precious's bank statements.
And started with the assumption
it was unlikely she had no phone,
and was linking debit
card payments...
PHONE RINGS ..to
possible phone shops,
newsagents, corner
shops, etc, and, bingo!
This here. Sorry.
REPLACES RECEIVER Ebele
Falade's here, Guv.
OK, thank you. Go on.
Yeah, so this is
a £30 card payment
made to a small
phone shop in Acton.
Where did you get
it? Doesn't matter.
It matters to me.
Same as you telling me
what the police wanted to
speak to you about matters.
I've already told you.
It was an old client
of mine who sadly died,
and they just wanted
some background on her.
They couldn't do it in a
phone call? Apparently not.
It's not my problem.
Can we move on, please?
Serge spoke to one of the
French officers this morning.
Explained the situation
with the children,
that you live with us,
that you are effectively
their stepfather.
And they said you were a
person of interest in a murder.
Which might have
a sexual element.
It's not true, Elise. You
must know that not be true.
Look at me.
Look at me.
You need to leave.
Please...
Now, please.
IN FRENCH:
OK, thank you. Bye, now.
Boss, have you got a minute?
I just spoke to
social services again.
Er, yeah, one sec.
Guv? Yeah?
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
Erm, so I just spoke to HR at
West London Social Services,
and they've confirmed Karol Wojski
vehemently denied the allegation,
but then also refused
to hand his phone over.
So, he was sacked or resigned?
It was agreed he could just
resign on mental health grounds,
with no complaint on his record.
And when he left,
another employee came forward
with a similar allegation.
So, what are we thinking?
Maybe there was some sort of
sexual misdemeanour with Precious
that escalated? OK.
Make an application for all his
work email correspondence for 2016,
with particular reference,
obviously, to Precious.
Guv.
You all right? Yes.
So, my guess is she'll
probably go "no comment".
So as discussed, the trick'll be
to goad her in to talking. Yep.
In terms of motive, we have
a row that got out of hand
about money, or sex work, or
Precious stealing from her.
Or a row that got out of hand about
how terrible a mother Abele was.
Or what a terrible
daughter Precious was.
Spoilt for choice. Mm.
So, when we spoke on Tuesday,
you said the last time
that you saw your daughter
was on her birthday,
on the 15th of January,
is that correct?
Yes. Now showing Ms
Falade exhibit EF001.
Can you confirm that
this mobile number
was once registered to you?
No idea. OK.
Showing exhibit EF002.
So, this was the address
attached to the debit card
that purchased that contract.
Do you recognise that? Yes.
Was that your home address
between March 2014 and May 2015?
Yes.
So it would be reasonable to assume
that this was your number, right?
No comment. OK.
Here is exhibit EF003.
Do you recognise that number?
No.
OK, so that number was attached
to a pay-as-you-go SIM which we -
through various bank
and telecom records -
have identified as having
been bought by your daughter.
Here's the thing, Bele.
On the 26th of June, 2016,
the night we think she died,
the number we believe was yours
called the number we
believe was your daughter's.
Do you have any comment on that?
No. D'you remember the call?
From six years ago?
The day your daughter died.
No. Well, the call
happened at 18:27.
It lasted three
minutes and 12 seconds.
No recollection at all? No.
At 18:24, just before
you called your daughter,
you also received a call from
an as yet unidentified number.
Do you recall that? No.
OK, er, any recollection,
just 12 days before this,
of having a row with her outside
the house where she died?
What row?
A neighbour called the
police, it was so loud,
and detailed hearing the
younger of the two women
calling her assailant "Mum".
Her assailant?! I never
fucking touched her.
So you were there, but
you never touched her?
No... No comment.
Fine. Moving on.
Can I ask you why
you never mentioned
that Precious had foetal
alcohol spectrum disorder?
Because she didn't.
All her medical and social
service records say that she did.
Because she told
them that she did.
Because she was small
and struggled at school
so wanted someone to blame.
Did you drink while pregnant?
No. I mean, we know that you
have a history of alcohol issues.
You told us yourself.
Not when I was pregnant.
You see...
..I think you're
denying the FASD
because it had been a
source of huge conflict
between Precious
and you, hadn't it?
No comment. Which you
wanted to keep from us,
that you rowed -
often violently -
many, many times about
this very subject.
No comment.
Did you have another row with
her the night of June 26th? No.
Maybe it got out of hand.
She was a volatile woman.
I wasn't even with her.
Maybe you didn't mean to hurt her.
Maybe it was an accident. Look...
I did...
the best I could for her.
And I'm sorry if that
wasn't good enough.
And... if I wasn't good enough.
But I'm confused as to why
she devoted so much of
her life to hating me.
Because, really, what a waste.
And I didn't have
an ideal childhood,
but you move on, don't
you? BELE SNIFFLES
So like I say, I am genuinely
sorry if I failed her.
But I can tell you honestly
that I never hit her.
I never hurt her.
And I certainly
never killed her.
It happens.
There you go. Oh, thank you.
What, people shift their
views as they get older?
I mean, generally, it
tends to go the other way,
from left to right.
And it's rarely as complete
as Hume's, but it does happen.
So, he was pretty
conservative originally?
HE SCOFFS He was a
classic Thatcherite
who'd lecture anyone
that would listen.
You didn't spend
what you didn't have.
Basically a version of
her "housewife fallacy".
That you run a country like a
home, don't accumulate debt.
And then? And then,
sometime late 2016,
just six years after he more or
less invented austerity for Osborne,
he declares the opposite.
That, actually, an economy
is profoundly different
from a household,
and we should be borrowing
and spending hugely
on public services.
So, does anyone have any idea
what brought this shift around?
Not really.
I mean, some people thought it
was his cancer diagnosis in 2014.
OK. Except he was still a vociferous
campaigner for budget cuts
all through his treatment,
so I didn't really buy that.
Huh! Some people
thought it was Brexit,
because he was a Remainer.
There was an argument that austerity
had a part to play in them losing,
but anyone with half a
brain knew that austerity
was just one small
part of that, so...
So?
CLEARS HIS THROAT
I think it was a woman.
Deleted? Sorry.
Is that standard
here? Not at all.
This was all deleted by
him, by Karol Wojski.
So when you say
deleted...? Well, exactly.
It depends how tech savvy he was,
because not much is gone forever.
But how much time and
money do you have?
I'll call my boss.
I don't know what you did
or what you didn't do,
but for what it's worth...
..I've always thought
of you as a good guy.
I love you, man.
IN POLISH:
And he said that he saw him
with her in the spring of 2016
on the pavement outside
Portcullis House,
as Hussein was
returning from a run.
How did he know it wasn't a
colleague, or just a friend or...?
Yeah, he said he saw
that they were rowing,
and that there was just something
in the way that they were together
that to him, at least, suggested
it was an intimate relationship.
Did you show him a
photo of Precious?
Yeah. He couldn't say one
way or another on the face,
but he did remember
very specifically
that the woman with
Hume was petite
and that she was probably
mixed-race or Mediterranean-looking.
OK. Erm...
And then just one last thing.
As I was researching
his early years,
Wallingham, Cambridge,
the City, etc,
I came across a rather
interesting detail.
Look at the second paragraph
down, under "Early Life".
So, the first company
that Hume worked for,
between 1968 and 1973,
was Morgan Lavelle.
The same company that
Ebele Falade walked into
with an air pistol
nine years later.
Oh, man.
Where are we with
finding our doorman?
Er, I've been mainly
prioritising this.
Well, we need to speak
to the doorman ASAP,
because that, Kaz,
that is fucking gold.
VOICEMAIL: 'You have
one new message.'
'Hi there, this is DS Lingley.
'Thanks for your message, and
great you're back in the UK.
'If you could present yourself
at Bishop Street Police Station,
'NW1, ASAP, please ask for me.
'That would be really
helpful. Thank you.'
So, the owner of the firearm we
think is our murder weapon...
Elton King? 'Yeah.'
We found him. He's
happy to talk to us.
OK, nice one. Can you set
something up tomorrow?
'On it now. Night, boss.'
Night. CALL DISCONNECTS
And so what we propose
three months out from launch
is that I step away
from the Bath position.
My commis chef is more than
ready to take the reins... Sorry.
You were right. It's...
all just... noise.
I'm... I'm so...
..sorry to have
wasted your time.
I...
It was a mistake.
It was my mistake.
I am so sorry.
I'm really sorry. I'll...
I'll be right back.
Bele.
Bele.
Now, we don't remotely expect you to
tell us where the gun is, Mr King.
All we want to know is
if there is a possibility
that Joseph Bell could
have had access to it
after you were arrested.
I 100% know he had access to it.
OK. How?
Cos it was him that used
it in the robbery, not me.
He was the one with you?
And when I got pulled, I was
happy to take the flak for it,
on the assumption he'd
look after me inside.
Send me shit, look
after my lady.
Except I never heard from
him again. So, yeah...
he had access to the gun,
cos I gave it to him.
And you'd be prepared to make
a statement to that effect?
Too fucking right I would.
So, we know the payments came
from a Coombe & Co account.
We just need to know now
who, or what, DSH is.
Except, unfortunately,
I'm not at liberty to
disclose that information.
Oh, I'm sorry. My
mistake. Yes, you are.
My colleague DS Boulting sent
through a disclosure form.
It's the bank's
rules, I'm afraid.
We can return with a warrant
and spend a few days turning
the whole place over.
It's your call.
HE LAUGHS
I'll need to speak to my boss.
I'll wait.
When I was 17 and just
pregnant with Precious...
I came home from school one day
to find that my grandmother had
invited Pastor Muyulu to our house
to perform an exorcism on me.
I refused to cooperate
and fought them both off.
But then when I came
back a few days later...
to get my stuff before
I left for good,
I found my grandfather
there on his own.
He was a strong man still,
only in his early 50s,
and he told me that if we got rid
of it before I started to show,
then I wouldn't shame
them and the community,
like my mum had.
He tied me up and forced
a funnel into my mouth...
..and poured half a
litre of vodka down me.
Apart from giving me
a taste for the stuff,
whatever he did over
the next couple of hours
obviously didn't
work, because...
..Precious survived.
That, and the way
that they raised me,
damaged me for life.
And in here.
The constant sense
of shame and guilt...
..about my mum messed me up.
So the first time I got
sober, in my early 30s...
..I tried to get help.
And for a few
years, I was lucky.
You know, the referrals
would sometimes get me
an hour of therapy once a
week, for a couple of months.
But then even that
dwindled to waiting lists
and apologies from
overworked GPs.
So, you...
you find your own
therapy, don't you?
The drink sometimes.
Or love.
The best, I think.
But the... the damage
is still in there.
So, how about I tell you
where we are, what we know.
Showing the suspect exhibit JR1,
a copy of a triangulation
document supplied by KZK Mobile.
So, this document details that on
the 26th of June, 2016, at 18:49,
a phone that we
believe belonged to you
called a phone registered to
your grandmother, Ebele Falade.
That call was connected
via a phone mast
just 200 yards from
64 Waterman Road.
So basically, what
we're saying is,
that on the night
that your mother died,
we can place you in or near the
house in which her body was found.
D'you have any response to that?
No comment. Did
you make that call?
No comment. Were you there, J?
No comment.
Do you remember
Elton King, Joseph?
No comment. He remembers you.
Not that fondly,
I'm sorry to say.
No comment.
That wasn't actually a question,
but thanks for the response.
Did you look after a
gun for Mr King, Joseph?
No comment. Did you keep it
while he went to
prison for a robbery
that you were also
involved in? No comment.
Did you have it with you when
you went to see your mother
on the night of 26th
June, 2016? No comment.
Did you get into a
row with her, Joseph?
No comment.
Because we know things
were difficult between you.
We spoke to many people who looked
after you when you were growing up.
Teachers, social workers, your
foster parent, Alan Barker.
He told us what your
mum put you through,
and I know that she was wrestling
with her own demons, but...
..no child should have to
deal with what you did.
The people that she
made you encounter.
The innocence that was
taken away from you.
So we understand if it was
a row that got out of hand
and your anger got
the better of you.
Maybe it was even an accident.
But why don't you tell us
your side of the story?
You don't understand a thing.
Joseph... And you
can shut the fuck up.
So help us.
I'm not Joseph Bell.
I'm sorry?
I'm not Joe.
It's not J for Joseph.
It's J for Jay.
I'm Joe's half-brother.
My birth was never registered.
My mum didn't want me taken
in to care like Joe was.
So... So, what about
schools and healthcare?
I lived between my mum
and my dad till I was 11.
He home-schooled me a bit.
So, how old are you? 21.
So you were 14
when your mum died?
Nearly 15.
And did you go to
your dad, then?
No, he died in 2015.
And who was your father?
Eric Royce.
OK. And where did he live?
With, erm... a
travelling community.
So, er...
How did you survive in London,
I presume on your own,
from the age of 14?
I did fine. I was
already old, man.
I stole. Lived on the streets.
Got jobs in markets,
lived in squats.
Then when I was 16, I...
I adopted my brother's identity
to gain access to his benefits.
OK. Did your brother
not need his identity?
You can leave now.
Jay, I'm here to
help... Leave, bruv.
I'll wait outside.
DOOR CLOSES
No.
Why didn't your brother
need his identity?
Did something
happen to him, Jay?
Something connected to
the night of the 26th?
There's people out there, man,
who'd wanna hurt me
cos of what I've seen.
So I'm not saying any more.
We wouldn't let that happen.
HE SCOFFS We wouldn't
let anyone hurt you.
Yeah, people used
to say that to Joe.
All day long.
People like you, telling
him he could trust them.
That they'd look after him.
And they were lying.
All of them, man.
All of them.
So I ain't telling you a thing.
'So, good news, bad news.'
The bad news is that all his e-mails
to her have gone from our server.
And I mean properly gone.
He knew what he was doing.
OK. And the good news?
Just because of how and where
our systems store stuff,
there are two from
her to him undeleted,
and I think you'll
find them interesting.
So, this is the first,
as I say, from Precious
Falade to Karol Wojski,
sent on the 26th
of June at 14:23.
"Hi, Karol, you left your
laptop here earlier, unlocked.
"Couldn't resist a
peek at your photos.
"Some interesting pics.
"How much would you not want me
to share these with your boss?
"Call or text.
I'm here tonight."
And then this is the other one.
And at the bottom here,
you can see his reply
to her first email.
SHE READS
That would be the 27th.
And she just replies,
"Bring 2K." Oh...
There was a laptop logged
on her son's arrest sheet.
So, is it possible to
determine who's this is?
Is it obviously Joe Royce's?
If it is, he's barely used
it in the last few years.
There's no internet history,
no updates, no emails.
So, when you say the
last few years...?
Last real activity was mid-2016.
So this is his mum's.
I think that's
pretty likely. OK.
Also, I need you to find and
download any stored photos,
look for anything, erm, tagged
and nominated to a Karol Wojski.
Right. Yep.
Yep. Call me ASAP if
you find anything.
Cheers.
His brother?! 'Half.
'At least, that's
what he told me.'
There was no bloody
brother, half or otherwise.
I'm just telling
you what he said.
'Is he still in there?
'Are they still
questioning him?' Yes.
Look, just try to get him out,
Graham, whoever the hell he is.
And then what? PHONE BEEPS
'Just... Oh, I've got
another call coming in.
'Just try to get him out.'
Ben. 'Tony.'
Long time. 'Indeed.'
How are you? 'Er, listen,
not a social call.'
Er, we've had a rather unfortunate
incident in the bank today,
involving a police officer
asking about an account you
set up in the late '80s?
Right. And, er... what
did you tell them?
Well, you know I always try to
preserve anonymity, but, er...
..I had to tell
them, I'm afraid.
'About both standing orders.'
PHONE RINGS
Fran Lingley.
'Fran, it's Gordy Watson
on the front desk.'
Hey, Gordy, what's up?
'So, I just had the weirdest call
regarding the Precious Falade case.
'Can you come down?'
So, how do we prove if
he's telling the truth?
It's hard.
But DNA from him, his mum,
both his alleged fathers...
Who are both dead, and may
not be on any of our systems.
And how long's that gonna
take, if it's even possible?
Not your problem.
I'm not sure you're
even his brief any more.
And even if he is lying
about who he says he is...
you still have no good evidence
to connect him to your murder.
As I said... I think
you'll find I am his brief,
as soon as I tell him
I can get him bailed.
Guv.
Erm, I need a word.
It's pretty urgent.
We'll get right
back to you on that.
And did the caller
say who the body was?
A young man named Joseph Bell.
Jesus. Yeah.
And I assume the caller
didn't say who he was?
No. How weird they
make the call now.
Can we trace where the call
came from? We're working on it.
And did he say where specifically
in the garden he was buried?
No, but I checked the address
he gave on Google Maps.
It's a small ground
floor flat in Greenford.
The garden's 50 by 30, so...
OK. Thanks, Fran. OK.
So, we get a dog
unit down there...
What about Jay Royce?
Brief's right. We've
got nothing to hold him.
Bail him to return next week.
OK. DOOR OPENS
Sunny, when they found the bullet,
did they keep looking for others?
I'll call Morten. Get
him back in there.
DOOR CLOSES
Mr Blackwood? Yeah?
Karen Willets,
Bishop Street nick.
I was wondering if you
could give me five minutes?
Yeah.
Where were they?
In a file imaginatively
named "Karol Wojsack pics".
So, this is not Jay's.
Everything on here would suggests to
me this is Precious Falade's laptop.
When was the file made?
26th of June, 2016.
Downloaded from an email
sent from a Hotmail address,
also created on
the 26th of June.
About 20 minutes or so before
the e-mail was sent, in fact.
So she creates a Hotmail
account on Wojski's laptop
to send the photos
to this to hers?
Yeah.
How many are there? 43.
On the tube, buses, shops...
It's obviously his thing.
Daryl, you're a genius. Can
you send them to me? Yep.
When? KATE: 'About
ten minutes ago.'
And what's he doing?
Has he... Has he come to
pick some stuff up or...?
I don't think so. He's
playing with the kids.
'He just dropped a
bag in the spare room
'and said he'd cook.'
OK, well, erm...
Look, you head on, Mum, and,
erm... I'll call you later, OK?
Sorry.
MAN: Go on, then. Go
find him. Good boy.
PHONE RINGS
Lingley. GORDY: 'Got a
Karol Wojski down here
'asking for you.'
Can you get him to take a seat
and tell him I'll be down in 20?
'OK.'
DOOR LOCKING
DOGS SNIFFING
Here!
Good boy.
Mr Hume, Gatwick?
Yes. Gatwick, please.
And we just felt that there was a
bit of a discrepancy between you,
obviously, thinking it was
a serious enough incident
to call the police,
and then what you went
on to say in court.
Well, yes.
Yes, there was. Thanks.
OK.
But can I ask you why?
Because it was suggested
to me after the arrest...
..that if I wanted
to keep my job...
..I downplay the incident.
Suggested by who?
One of the directors.
Which one? I'd
prefer not to say.
Well, according to my research,
Anthony Hume's father was
on the board of directors.
Was it him?
And was there anything else
he asked you to change?
Anything else that you
didn't tell the court?
What she was shouting, when
she came through the door.
Which was?
"I wanna speak to my dad.
"I want to speak to
Tony fucking Hume."
CAR ENGINE TURNING OVER
Hold on.