You know it's true!
Don't deny it! Don't deny it.
Yep, so, uh...
Yeah, so, Bill was the pathologist on the first scene
I ever set foot on as a newly qualified
and somewhat wet-behind-the-ears forenso.
It was a triple in a basement launderette, do you remember?
Under a tower block... Oh, yeah. Yeah?
One of the bodies was stuffed in a tumble dryer.
Still going round and round.
So, I stood there for a good ten seconds
looking from one mangled corpse to another,
until he kindly put me at my ease.
He said, uh, "Are you waiting for the cycle to finish?
"Get a bloody move on, lad, before we're all hung out to dry!"
It's a good line. Good line.
Never forgot. Never forgot it.
Anyway, enjoy your retirement, Bill.
No-one alive or dead could say you haven't earned it.
- To Bill! - To Bill! To Bill!
All right?
Better be some gin in there.
Just the three shots.
I was thinking about Spain,
Marbella.
Good for the psoriasis.
And retired villains.
I could keep my hand in, couldn't I?
Bridget?
It's your bloody retirement do!
Three-line whip, Jack.
Come on, you're off the clock and you're pissed.
A medicinal two or three.
You're seriously going to a scene?
Now?
When the Chief Superintendent calls...
Wait.
I lied.
It was sparkling water.
What...? I had a whisky before my speech - bit of Dutch courage -
since then, the purest H2O. I'll drive.
We'll chat in the car like old times.
I'll get my bag.
Hey! How was your speech?
Ah, it was OK.
Look, uh, it might be a late one.
I need to run Bill back to Southbay.
Can't he get a cab?
No, it's complicated.
OK.
Well, I love you.
Be safe.
Love you, too.
Bye.
# Testator silens
# Costestes e spiritu
# Silencium
# Testator silens... #
Get off me! Get off me!
Leave me alone!
Get off me!
Get back here! Andrew!
Andrew!
Are you OK?
It's not my blood.
It's his.
Leave me alone!
Get your hands off me. Get your...!
Get your hands off of me.
Thank you.
Ugh!
Ugh! I don't want him in my house!
Mike, take it easy! I don't want him near my kids!
You've had a shock. Get off me, Ray! It's my house!
Mike! Mike!
That's enough.
Take care of her, Bill. She's family.
This is Jack.
He's a forensic scientist.
This is Chief Superintendent Bridget Laing
and Detective Superintendent Ray Palmer. Are Forensics here?
Delayed at a stabbing on the seafront.
Where's your gear, Bill?
Oh, I uh...
..I just... I came from a...thing.
I've got the basics in my car.
Why isn't the whole house cleared and sealed off?
Want to give me a primer?
The deceased is a Carol Laing.
Upstairs in the master bedroom.
And she's "family" because...?
That angry man outside is her ex, Sergeant Mike Laing.
Chief Superintendent Bridget Laing is his mother.
Cosy.
Incestuous, some would say.
Paramedics confirmed death on arrival,
but they were too late to attempt any resus. Mm.
The killer used the cord from her dressing gown to restrain her.
Signs of a struggle.
Jewellery box is emptied out.
Hopefully, someone can tell us what's missing.
Pool of blood from the chest wound.
Partial shoeprint in the blood.
Paramedics? Looks on the small side.
Mm.
There's blood spatter on the curtains.
Looks like a nice fingerprint here, too.
More bloody shoeprints down here.
Who called 999?
The older boy, I think.
Jack Hodgson, DI Andrew Walsh, DC Meena Puri.
Have they said anything?
Dom said he heard his mum shouting.
Ryan's said nothing at all.
Can I speak to them?
Briefly?
Briefly.
Hiya.
Which of you's the Harry Kane fan?
Ryan.
Ryan, do you mind me asking how your bedside light got broken?
Can I see your slippers, do you think?
Just the soles? Thank you.
We went to bed early cos Dad's taking us fishing.
What do you know?
You had the covers over your head.
Thank you, Jack.
Our CSI Fiona's here, but thank you for stepping in.
We'll contact you through Bill Burnett if the need arises.
Oh, from a continuity-of-evidence angle,
I should finish what I've started.
Meaning? Complete processing of the house before the handover.
Honestly, Jack, if you handover with Fiona, we'll take it from here.
Thanks again, Jack.
Night, Bill.
Go inside, boys.
I'll be right in.
Is there anything you want to tell me?
How could you even ask?
Spare me the self-righteousness.
Your wife's killed in front of your kids
and instead of tending to them,
you start punching out car windows and threatening people!
Andrew shouldn't even be on this!
He was all over Carol the minute I moved out!
Good for him! She was his to begin with!
Give me a fucking break!
Even now, you can only think of yourself.
That's why the boys are staying with me.
Andrew?
I said not to stay up.
There's mac and cheese in the fridge.
Can't have my brother going hungry.
I'll heat it up. I don't want it.
It won't take a minute. Sit down, Lisa.
Carol's dead.
Murdered.
I hope the kids are OK.
I mean, I hope they didn't see anything.
Did they?
What a strange question.
Is that all you've got to say? Sorry.
I always say the wrong thing.
Poor Carol.
Come here.
Ugh.
Mike?
Ugh!
Ugh! Mike.
What're you doing?
I'm looking for my keys to the house.
There's no sign of forced entry,
so if they know I've got a set,
they're going to jump to one conclusion.
I didn't know you had a set. I thought you gave them back to Carol.
I did.
I got another set cut from Ryan's.
You know what, I rebuilt that house with my bare hands!
They're my kids, too!
Why should I be denied access?
Jesus Christ, Mike!
Before you pile in, all right,
I've already had both barrels from Mum.
Hey...
It's OK.
Dom?
I heard a voice.
Someone...arguing with Mum.
Was it someone you knew?
A voice you'd heard before?
She was angry.
Mum or the other person?
The other person.
The other person was a woman?
I'll be billing Southbay for your services.
Time and a half after midnight.
Just wish I'd got to finish the job, you know?
Doesn't sound like your friend went in to bat for you very hard.
Yeah, he knows which side his bread's buttered.
Well, I hope it hasn't damaged your friendship.
Nah. Be fine.
I did some work down there a few years back.
Bit of an oddity.
In what sense? In theory, part of the Constabulary,
in practice, its own jurisdiction.
Was Chief Superintendent Bridget Laing still in charge then?
Very much so, but never had the pleasure. You?
Ah, it doesn't matter.
Is something up?
I don't know.
For a big man, Bill seemed awfully diminished last night.
Small.
That's not how you've described him before. No. No...
But it's the version I'm stuck with now.
Anyway. I'm sure it's fine.
After the murder of a mother-of-two in Southbay,
a night of frantic activity culminated
in the arrest of a serving police officer this morning.
We'll be speaking...
..To the murder of a mother of two in Southbay,
a night of frantic activity culminated in the arrest
of a serving police...
Just to let you know, we've obtained a warrant
to search your property,
and that search is happening right now.
Have you ever been inside the Laing residence?
Mm...
Last week.
Mike and I ran the boys back.
Did you go upstairs?
No.
Have you seen these keys before?
OK.
And what do they unlock?
Carol's front door.
That's significant, Kate,
for two reasons, one,
there was no sign of forced entry at the house.
And two, we found these keys in your coat pocket,
and the most prominent fingerprints taken from the fob are yours.
Did you use these keys to gain access to Carol's house last night?
No, I did not.
So, how did you come to be in possession of them?
I found them in Mike's jeans and I was annoyed,
so I took them.
Why were you annoyed?
Because I knew what he'd done.
After Carol made Mike hand over his keys,
he got a copy made from Ryan's set.
And this made you feel insecure?
Jealous?
Both, probably.
It made me feel like Mike wasn't ready to move on.
Jealous enough to go and confront Carol about it?
No.
Well, the evidence suggests that you did, Kate.
That you attacked her in her bed
whilst her sons slept just across the hall.
And when she fought back, you stabbed her through the heart.
It's very obvious why my client's in custody -
because Southbay CID bears a grudge.
Equally obvious, there's no evidence worth the name.
What do you call Carol Laing's house keys?
Incidental? Irrelevant?
A set of keys?
Charge my client or release her.
Sorry, Bridget, from a CPS angle,
we need more than the testimony of a child and some keys. You'll get it.
Bill. Have you heard about Kate Freeman?
Yes, from the news.
Apparently, her lawyer's got wind of your involvement.
She's going to make an approach, Jack,
bring you onside.
Bit previous, isn't it?
She's only been arrested.
A charge is coming, but you didn't hear it from me.
One of Carol's lads belatedly spoke up, put Kate at the scene.
I'd appreciate it if you declined.
With us being friends, it's just going to get messy.
Not to mention blighting what'll likely be my last case.
I'm sorry to put you in this position, Jack.
Miriam? Jack Hodgson.
Good to meet you, Jack, and thank you for coming on board. OK.
This is Kate Freeman and her partner, Mike Laing.
Hi.
We met last night. Yeah.
Thanks for you concern, and I'm sorry if I was rude.
You weren't.
Come and meet the team.
After you.
Go through.
And you're a serving PC at Southbay Police?
Yes... No, I'm on suspension.
OK.
And is the victim, Carol Laing, known to you?
Yeah.
Carol and I were married.
We separated just over a year ago.
Then I'm very sorry for your loss.
Why are you on suspension, Kate?
You're among friends.
They need to know everything to mount an effective defence.
We really do.
Six months ago, my police partner, PC Fred Woods,
just...disappeared.
His car was found by Southbay Bridge.
Fred was a cancer survivor
and a period of remission had just come to an end.
So, top brass just went straight to, "He's killed himself",
despite the lack of body, no note, or anything supporting that.
So, just to be clear, you thought he HADN'T killed himself?
My mother, Bridget Laing, is the Chief Super at Southbay Police.
I told Kate to go and share her concerns.
That was a mistake?
She not only dismissed my suspicions,
but accused me of leaking false allegations to the media.
I was placed on suspension pending a disciplinary hearing.
Did you leak to the media?
No.
But it's your belief PC Woods was murdered?
Look, sorry,
airing this stuff got me suspended,
and I just don't think it's relevant. Can we move on?
Sure.
Why don't you tell us more about what the police have,
or think they have?
My son, Dom, has made a statement to Southbay Police
to say that...
..he thought he heard Kate arguing with Carol.
Obviously, he's mistaken.
Dom, he's the younger of your boys, right? Yeah.
Why?
I found broken glass under Ryan's bed.
Felt like he was the one who might've witnessed something.
Be helpful to know about your movements last night, Kate.
Um, yeah.
I was home alone all night,
cleaning out the kitchen cupboards.
And, yes, as a copper, I know that's a shit alibi.
What about your phone?
Logged as being at her flat all night, but on charge.
You didn't use it at all?
So it's of scant use evidentially.
Do we know when the postmortem's being carried out?
Right now, as we speak.
Then we should be carrying out our own, as soon as,
and not taking no for an answer.
I'll make a call.
Were you photographed after you were arrested?
Yeah.
Be prudent for us to take a set of our own.
These bruises are consistent with someone gripping your arm.
Unless you tell me different.
Mike and I got into a row two nights ago, and it got physical.
We were both drunk, and I lost it, basically.
Said I was going to go to my mate's house.
OK.
Look, Mike was only trying to get the car keys from me.
You could be facing life in prison, Kate.
Do you think I don't know that? We need the truth and nothing but.
What was the row about?
It doesn't matter.
A boss who keeps his hand in?
Especially if the postmortem could help serve my research.
Dare I ask?
"A computationally approximated solution for the equation
"for Henssge's time-of-death estimation."
What she said.
Just so you know, they think they're doing us a huge favour
in expediting a second postmortem.
Same day as the coroner PM is pretty rare.
But the coroner's signed off on it,
so no need for too much bowing and scraping.
A second PM, you want to be thorough, go the extra mile.
I'd like to do a full light-source examination,
everyone in eyewear, the works.
Are we sure he's not playing both sides?
He's got an alibi, right, for Carol?
On duty.
DC Puri.
Need a quick word, Wes.
Can you do that later, please?
Anything I can help with, Detective?
No. Thank you, Neil. It's your nephew I'm here to see.
I need to check your whereabouts last night.
Between 7pm and midnight.
In your own words, please?
Is it about that copper's wife?
Carol something?
I was working in the pub.
Oh.
Plenty of witnesses, then?
No, I were downstairs, in the cellar.
What were you doing down there?
Burst pipe.
Yeah.
We were ten inches under.
I was up at the bar, so Wes had to man the pails.
So, your alibi, should you need one, is a burst pipe and a bucket?
The plumber came around 11.
Helped him pump the rest out. Isn't that right, Wes?
That's right.
Get you his number if you like.
This is DI Andrew Walsh. He's heading up the investigation.
We met last night.
Good to meet you, Nikki.
Gabriel. Likewise.
I owe you an apology, Jack.
I might've let my emotions cloud my judgment last night.
Understandably.
You were close to Carol?
She was my daughter-in-law, and I'm big on family.
In hindsight, I should've let you finish processing the scene.
Can we get that in writing?
Given the sensitivity of Kate Freeman being a serving
Southbay officer, I welcome the Lyell's involvement.
Not to mention being in a relationship with your son?
That too.
I'll leave you in Andrew's capable hands.
Look, I know how it sounds, but we're only interested in the truth.
We'll share as much of our investigation as possible.
Nothing less than your legal requirement.
And we can leave the adversarial stuff
in favour of good old mutual cooperation.
Thanks, Andrew.
I'm all for mutual cooperation.
This is the defence postmortem examination
of the body of Carol Laing.
She shows evidence of an earlier postmortem
carried out by Dr Bill Burnett for the coroner.
There is a sutured postmortem Y-incision
and coronal incision of the scalp.
There's evidence of a single, deep wound to her chest.
The bladed weapon has penetrated the chest within the precordial region.
There's a large complex injury on the forehead.
Unusual pattern.
Could help ID the weapon that caused it.
The tissue bridges at the base of the splits
confirm that they are lacerations caused by blunt force trauma,
rather than incisions caused by a cutting edge.
There's a fine fracture crossing the middle
meningeal artery groove producing extradural blood.
I don't remember that from the first PM.
Why was it missed?
I'd offer three reasons.
One, the fracture is very fine.
Two, Dr Burnett failed to strip the dura mater,
the tough outer layer of the meninges around the brain.
Three...
..and this is only conjecture...
..he'd already made up his mind.
Whatever the underlying cause, it was negligent, right?
It's curious, certainly.
After concussion from a blow to the head,
extradural bleeding occurred between the outer aspects
of the brain and the inside of the skull,
which took time to collect.
There's some grooving to the parahippocampal gyri
at the base of the brain.
Sub uncal herniation.
What does that mean?
It suggests there was sufficient time not just for the extradural
blood to collect, but for the brain itself to swell.
I'll take histology samples of the brain to look for trauma.
That'll help with a timeline.
As will the application of beta-APP staining.
With the single, deep wound to the chest,
the blade went through the left side of the lower sternum,
right where the heart is.
The bladed weapon did indeed injure the heart.
Here.
There is a stab wound into the front of the left ventricle.
This is the fatal injury.
Something under the big toenail on the right foot.
Lights on, please.
Looks like blue paint.
Damage to the nail suggests it scraped the paint quite hard.
Paint from somewhere inside the house? Possible.
Although Carol's bedroom was kind of...brown.
We need to go back and check.
That won't be a problem, will it, Andrew?
I haven't spoken to my children again.
It's not allowed.
My wife won't let me.
When I told Rivka that I wanted to leave,
I hoped that she'd come with me.
Because she had lots of questions, too.
She told her father
that I was thinking of leaving.
He came to the house...
..my house...
..and he took Rivka and my children away.
I thought that I'd still be able to see them.
And I was wrong.
Naive.
And now, she won't even acknowledge my existence.
I have to break away now.
There won't be any, um...
..closure.
In this situation...
..everyone is a victim.
Victim?
Victim.
Yes.
I have to.
I'm still proud...
..to be Jewish.
And I'm still optimistic for the future.
My hope is that...
..somehow, I can, um...
..inspire my children.
They can take their own path if they want.
And I will always be there for them.
There was a blue Astra following us.
Where?
I don't know.
I'm jumping at shadows.
The time between the head blow and the stabbing...
Why would the killer stay longer than necessary in the house?
And with the boys asleep upstairs.
Talking of the boys,
what do we think about Dom hearing his mum and Kate arguing?
I don't know.
Miriam doesn't seem to have a ready answer, either.
Yeah. Sounds like the fallout of Mike and Carol's break-up was toxic.
Maybe the boys blamed Kate for breaking up the family? Mm.
Thanks.
Blue with hints of olive?
Pigeon's Breath?
Always a favourite.
The killer carries the body up the stairs.
Her feet hit the wall and her nail scraped the paint.
The half landing's quite tight.
So, he has to turn, 90-degree angle.
Here.
Can you pass the torch?
Discrete distribution.
1mm tops.
Aspirated blood.
Sudden manipulation of the body can cause exhalations great and small.
Suggests she had some blood in her airways already. So...
..we know she sustained the head injury significantly earlier
than the fatal stabbing in her room,
and we know she was carried - alive, probably -
up or down the stairs. Up seems more likely.
So, the head injury was likely inflicted downstairs.
The grooves in the head wound, what do you reckon?
I reckon.
Size and shape are a visual match.
Dumbbells typically come in pairs. Do you see another one?
We're one short.
You said the kitchen bin bag was missing?
The killer hits her with a dumbbell,
and some time later stabs her with a knife,
gets rid of both weapons from the scene.
What're we missing?
Blood.
Hit the lights.
That's a fair bit of blood.
Swirl pattern.
Definitely a clean-up job.
Fibres coincident with areas of strong luminescence
adhered in the blood.
Rust-coloured and white.
Loose item of clothing perhaps? Scarf, cardigan...
Bill got good coverage of the scene.
This is a comprehensive set.
He didn't.
You did.
I don't know, just feel a bit...
Conflicted?
A bit shit. About everything.
You don't have any reason to. No...
He just got tired, I think.
Should've got out sooner.
Easy mistake to make.
There was blood spatter on the curtains and a fingerprint.
Maybe you weren't jumping at shadows.
Jack.
DC Puri.
Keeping tabs on us?
I'm sorry? You're following us.
Afraid we'll find something?
I was told you requested some evidence.
Ryan Laing's slippers?
Hi. Nikki Alexander.
DC Meena Puri.
Look...
I know the Lyell by reputation, and I'm relieved you guys are on this.
I'm getting really tired of hearing that.
Why do you say that? That you're "relieved"?
I just don't think we should be jumping to conclusions.
About what?
Kate Freeman's guilt?
About anything.
A PoLSA team searched the surrounding streets this morning.
I'll find out what they turned up,
then check with House-To-House and get back to you.
If you haven't heard from me by morning...
..call me.
I want to go back to the crime scene with Ryan Laing.
Yes, I know how potentially traumatic that could be.
I was thinking more about the safeguarding red tape.
We've found glass adhered in blood on one of his slipper.
You see, the layering tells a story.
It tells us Ryan swept the glass from his broken light bulb
under his bed after he trod in his mum's blood in her bedroom.
The bulb was broken on the night of the attack,
but Ryan chose to hide it.
Question is, why?
Cumulatively, our findings show that the Crown
have a poor grasp of what occurred.
They didn't know Carol was attacked downstairs,
that the dumbbell used in the attack is missing,
and that the killer carried Carol upstairs
and waited before stabbing her to death on her bed.
How can they make a case against Kate Freeman
when the scene's been so badly misunderstood?
Good job Burnett's retiring.
His work's borderline incompetent.
The gap between the head blow and the fatal stabbing.
We can prove it definitively?
We can try.
Burnett was so sure the brain bleed was recent
that he didn't take a trauma set.
We can remedy that. Should help narrow down the timeframe.
Excellent. Why is the time important?
Because it suggests a killer who was comfortable in the house
with the boys asleep upstairs.
Someone who belonged there?
And that's not Kate.
I'm going to head home.
Are you? Yeah.
Feeling my short night.
I need to run the brain samples through the processor
so they're ready for staining. Ah, it's a glamorous life.
I'll see you later. OK?
Jack Hodgson.
It's Kate Freeman.
Sorry to call you.
It's OK. What can I do for you?
Miriam, she's a good brief, but she's such a bull in a china shop.
You asked why I'm on suspension, and you deserve an answer.
Actually, Nikki asked.
But it would be good to get more context.
OK...
But I'd rather meet face-to-face.
I mean, you never know who's listening.
Hi.
Thanks for coming. No problem.
You and Nikki, you're, um, you're a couple, right?
And we thought we hid it so well.
Me and Mike, we only started seeing each other after he left Carol,
but no-one believes that.
Bridget punished Mike by putting him back in uniform.
He was a detective before that?
Detective Sergeant.
She'll do anything to protect her family as she sees it.
Total control freak.
And she put you on suspension?
I feel your pain, Kate, I really do.
Fred wasn't just a bloody good copper, he was mate.
Then you'll know how hard he was fighting his cancer.
When someone takes their own life, the first thing people say is,
"I didn't see it coming." I don't buy it!
Sorry, ma'am.
Look, Kate. His car was found at Southbay Bridge.
You know how many people go over the side there every year?
How few bodies are ever...
Ray Palmer.
I'm sorry?
Fred received a threat-to-life from Detective Superintendent Ray Palmer.
That's a very serious allegation, Kate.
Yes, it is.
About a very senior officer.
And we need to be treating Fred's disappearance as suspicious.
Do you have any evidence to back this up?
Because there's idle gossip,
and there's trashing a man's good name.
Only one is forgivable.
Why did Palmer threaten your partner?
Fred was on a bit of a crusade about Harbour Fields. Mm-hm.
One night, we pulled this dealer over
who said he'd been told it was OK to operate in Harbour Fields.
That he'd been given assurances.
And Fred believed him?
He found evidence Harbour Fields was being left unpatrolled,
effectively allowing dealers to sell there with impunity.
Does this have anything to do with the
"Stop Goshawk Construction" stuff?
They're seeking to buy the land, torch the estate
and turn it into a gated community.
But first, they need the courts to grant a compulsory purchase order.
Uh-huh, and a rocketing crime rate goes a long way to secure that.
A long way.
If Fred was right about this, it stinks.
This is grade-A corruption,
and Bridget didn't give it a second look?
How about we take a trip to the bridge?
We've got a clot that's adherent to the brain.
A fresh clot slides off the brain.
Conversely, it takes hours for fibrin to form
and the clot to adhere to the brain's surface.
There it is in black and white.
We're talking two hours between the head injury and the fatal stabbing.
Was this area searched?
Not officially, cos his death wasn't treated as suspicious.
If you were going to throw yourself off the bridge,
would you really park all the way down here?
What happened to Woods's car?
It's in his garage.
Hmm, Mike.
Andrew. You should've said you were coming,
we would've saved you some!
Mike...
I'm really sorry about Carol.
Where are they?
Why don't you sit down for a minute? I want to see my kids.
Of course. They're watching TV.
Outside, please.
It's the lab. Answer it.
Speaking.
Coffee?
Find anything?
Bootprints on the pedal, bit of foliage.
Do you know how the car was brought here?
Low-loader. They couldn't find the key.
Is there anything else - anything at all - that might help us?
I mean, like I said, I didn't exactly encourage Fred
to air his theories.
Tell me about Palmer, then.
This threat he made.
Fred found evidence that our patrol grid
had been revised at the behest of Palmer.
Which is weird in itself.
Why?
CID don't hold sway over uniform logistics or, to be honest,
have much interest in them.
Did Fred confront Palmer?
Palmer denied it, just told Fred to wind his neck in.
And then, a week later, Fred finds himself next to Palmer in the gents.
And as Palmer zips up, he tells him,
"There's faster ways to die than cancer."
That night, was Mike talking about Palmer when he said,
"I don't want him in my house"?
No, DI Andrew Walsh.
Walsh? Mm.
A lot of history between Mike and Andrew.
When Mike was 11 or 12,
Bridget fostered both Andrew and his little sister, Lisa.
Wow. Yeah.
They're like brothers, almost.
I wouldn't go that far, but...
It's Miriam.
Hi, Miriam.
Hi, Kate. I need you to get to the station straightaway.
There's new evidence. DS Ray Palmer's running the show now.
I'll be right there.
So, Kate...
You said you'd never been upstairs at the Laing house.
But we've found compelling evidence that you have.
A hair on Carol's bed not two feet from her body
bears DNA which is a 100% match to you.
Then, above the bed, we found a fingerprint on the curtain.
Again...
..a perfect match to you.
I mean, I can see why you might want to draw the curtains.
We brought the kids home the other day,
Mike and I.
Carol was delayed somewhere.
Mike told me to grab a coffee
while he looked for some clothes he'd left upstairs.
Careful...!
Oh, they're not the kind of curtains you draw.
Only the best for our Carol.
That explains it.
Hey?
That's how your hair got on the bed.
That's how your fingerprint got on the curtain. It's case closed.
Only one question.
Why did you tell us you'd never been upstairs?
Hmm?
Why did you lie to us?
People with nothing to hide, they don't lie, Kate.
She has no alibi worth the name, a witness puts her at the scene.
She had keys to the house,
and as for her explanation for the prints and DNA,
don't believe a word of it.
This is Sally.
She's a child social worker.
Sally's going to make extra sure everything's OK
and that nothing's too much.
Shall we go inside?
Kate Freeman, you're charged that on 14th August
at Markland Avenue, Southbay,
you did murder Carol Laing contrary to common law.
I know you went into your mum's room. That took courage. Yeah?
And you had the presence of mind to call 999,
tell them what happened,
then go and look after your brother till the police arrived.
Brilliant.
But something happened in this room.
Something that caused the bulb in your lamp to smash.
Something I know you don't want to talk about.
That's why you swept the pieces under the bed.
But the thing is, without that "something", Ryan...
..the story's incomplete.
Now, I might be completely wrong here,
but I have this sense you feel bad about something.
If I had to guess...
I'd say...you think you let your mum down?
That you should've tried harder to protect her? Save her?
You had no chance, Ryan.
No chance.
I did.
He had gloves, and...
..he put his hand in my mouth.
His voice was...weird...
..like a bark, but quiet.
Like he was trying to disguise it, maybe?
He said, "I've got hidden cameras.
"If you or your brother try to leave this room, I'll know."
You're sure it was a man?
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# Costestes e spiritu
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