We're requesting that all relatives
send us blood samples for potential DNA profiling.
Have you found Melissa?
No, sir, we have not.
We won't stop looking for her.
Sweeney's been granted bail.
He'll kill me, I know it.
Get in that house. DELIA SQUEALS
I've got some news about Sweeney.
He's out of the country.
At least now it's safe for us to start thinking about
getting you discharged.
Would you like to meet again?
Coffee? Or a meal?
You look cold, like.
Do you wanna come in, have a cup of tea?
- Just for a few minutes then. - Sound. What's your name?
Paula.
DC WEBB: 'We think he might have killed a woman.'
And the lawyers are saying
we don't have enough to charge him.
We wanna build a case against him
for his attack on you in December 1994.
And you'll be called to give evidence.
No.
After all that monster did to you.
Why don't you wanna be part of something
that will put him away?
I solemnly declare and affirm...
THIS is my lost fingertip... - Miss Balmer.
..and THIS is the scar made by the knife
that pierced through my right breast
and my right lung! - Miss Balmer!
You carry on like this, you'll destroy this case
and Sweeney will be back on the street.
He's laughing at you, Delia.
USHER: Would you like some water?
No, I want wine.
SHE SIGHS
Miss Balmer, in your own time,
please tell the court about the events of the night
of Thursday the 22nd of December 1994.
You mean the night he killed me?
If that's how you prefer to put it, yes.
It was about 6:30pm. I'd cycled home from work.
There was no-one on the street.
I arrived home.
I leant my bike up against the railings, as I always did,
I went to unlock my front door.
I went to pick up my bike. As I was carrying it in,
I heard him call my name.
I looked over my right shoulder
and he was coming up the steps.
Who do you mean by "he", Miss Balmer?
Him - John Sweeney.
Even though it has been seven years since the attack,
I am still affected by my injuries.
Some days I feel like
there's a metal clamp crushing my chest.
And if I am touched even softly on my right breast,
I get a horrible feeling like an electric shock.
Both my arms hurt. I can't grip properly.
I have difficulty lifting anything of any weight.
And on cold days, the metal in my left arm feels like ice.
I don't like looking at my injuries.
I have scars all over my body.
I don't like trying on clothes in shops
because I feel like everybody is looking at them.
And I... especially hate how my little finger looks.
I used to be proud of my hands, but now,
when I look at my little finger, it makes me feel sick.
Thank you, Miss Balmer.
Could you please tell the court,
what have been the long-term effects
of the attack on your mental health?
Oh, well, I have been diagnosed with PTSD -
post-traumatic stress disorder. I feel anxious.
I get angry with people. I have nightmares.
And I have... I have been to see
psychiatrists and therapists.
Most of them have said I need anti-depressants,
which I have refused
because I will not put chemicals into my body.
Drugs trick you into thinking everything is all right
when it is not.
And do you know, I have lost what little confidence I had.
I feel as though...
..I am in... a black hole.
And I am... scared...
..to wake up in the morning and face a new day
because I feel I have lost my future.
You had the option to give your evidence
from behind a screen, so that the defendant would not
be able to see you, but you chose not to do that.
Why was that, Miss Balmer?
Was it because you wanted to see Mr Sweeney?
No. Why should I hide from him? I'm not scared of him.
You invited Mr Sweeney to live in your home.
You were intimate with him for almost four years.
Can you tell me why?
Cos I'm soft and stupid and I couldn't see through him.
Did you love, Mr Sweeney, Miss Balmer?
No, I did not.
I have never loved anyone.
You told Barstock Road police that Mr Sweeney
had tied you to a bed and repeatedly raped you.
That's correct, isn't it?
Yes.
And yet, after your ordeal,
when the police offered to install you
in refuge accommodation in King's Cross, you refused.
Because King's Cross is full of drug addicts
and prostitutes.
Or was it because you still had feelings for Mr Sweeney?
No.
Did you hope that he might return to your flat,
so that you could resume
your consensually sado-masochistic relationship?
No! That is not what...
Oh, my...
Why do you have to twist everything
and make me out to be a liar?
It is unnecessary and it is dishonest!
Why is the law allowed to treat people like this?!
You see, cos I just want to be left alone.
Well done, Delia, well done.
SWEENEY: 'I wasn't there.'
I was 200 miles away, in Skelmersdale.
Delia Balmer's lying because she's got a grudge against me.
What about Miss Balmer's neighbour, Joshua Wilson?
He identified you as a person he saw attacking her.
Yeah... he's mistaken.
In March last year, after your arrest,
police searched your flat... - Mm-hm.
- ..at Cicely Crescent... - Yes.
..and discovered an artist's portfolio containing
201 of your drawings.
Two of those drawings are of particular relevance
to your attempted murder of Delia Balmer...
Well, I didn't attempt to murder Delia Balmer.
Will the jury please turn to picture exhibit,
page five, in the bundle?
This drawing shows a boot about to crush a cockroach.
Did you do this drawing, Mr Sweeney?
- Yeah. - Do you remember
if it was before the attack on Delia Balmer
on the 22nd of December 1994, or after?
I've just told you, I didn't attack Delia Balmer
so it's impossible to say if it was before or after.
In the bottom right-hand corner are the words,
"A cornered cockroach."
Is this your handwriting, Mr Sweeney?
- Yes, I think it is. - Yes.
The cockroach has a woman's head.
Who is this woman, Mr Sweeney?
Delia... Delia Balmer.
Picture exhibit, page six.
This is an enlarged detail of the same drawing,
angled to make it easier to read.
What you are looking at, ladies and gentlemen,
is the front section of the boot.
As can be seen, there are words clearly visible on it.
Mr Sweeney, would you please read what is written?
Mr Sweeney?
"May you never die until I kill you."
What point were you making
by writing those words on the boot?
No point. Just black humour.
Moving on.
Page seven in the bundle.
This drawing shows a section of a man's body.
The man is wearing jeans and a belt.
Tucked inside the belt is an axe,
with blood clearly visible on the blade.
Blood is dripping from the blade onto a bloody scalp
fringed with blonde hair.
Did you do this drawing, Mr Sweeney?
- Yes. - Do you remember
when you drew it? - No.
I'd like to draw the jury's attention to the two patches
of white Tipp-Ex correction fluid on the blade of the axe.
Using ultra-violet light, scientists were able
to discover words written beneath the Tipp-Ex.
Please turn to picture exhibit, page eight.
Under the first patch of Tipp-Ex is a date of birth -
"13th of October 1956".
Under the second patch, the words "made in Liverpool".
Where were you born, Mr Sweeney?
I was born in Kirkdale, you know that.
- An area of Liverpool? - Yes.
Yes. And what is your date of birth?
The 13th of October 1956.
So, the words you Tipp-Exed over refer to yourself?
I didn't write that! I didn't...
I didn't put Tipp-Ex on that. I didn't write that!
Yet in the opinion of the handwriting expert
that we consulted, it is your writing.
Let us turn back now to page seven.
As can be seen, there is a further patch
of Tipp-Ex at the bottom of the page.
Ultra-violet light revealed more writing.
Please turn to page nine in the bundle.
"December '94."
The very month and year
Delia Balmer was subjected to a near-fatal attack.
I didn't attack Miss Balmer.
I didn't write this,
and I certainly didn't put Tipp-ex on it.
You do admit doing this drawing?
- Yes. - Of a man with a bloody axe.
The very weapon used in the attack on Delia Balmer.
An extraordinary coincidence,
would you not agree, Mr Sweeney?
Well, that's what coincidences are, isn't it, eh?
Extraordinary.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
in a moment, you'll go out and consider your verdicts.
The only verdict that I can accept are ones
in which you are all agreed.
CLERK: My Lord, the jury have been in retirement
for nine hours and forty minutes.
Mr Foreman, have you reached a verdict
on which you are all agreed?
We have.
Is that in relation to all four counts?
Yes.
On count one of the indictment,
the attempted murder of Delia Balmer,
do you find the defendant, John Patrick Sweeney,
guilty or not guilty?
- Guilty. - You fucking idiot!
You're all fucking idiots!
Well, Christine says his sentencing
will be in three weeks.
The whole world is laughing at me.
No-one's laughing at you.
No-one with a shred of decency
could look at this and make a judgment about you.
The only person this vile drawing says anything about
is him.
It's my face, David.
It's not your face.
This is your face.
DRINK IS POURED
You're starting early.
To John Patrick Sweeney
spending the rest of his life behind bars.
To the damn police releasing a box of cockroaches
in his fucking cell.
BUZZER
Four life sentences. One for the attempted murder.
One each for the firearms offences.
Four life sentences! Oh, fantastic!
Yeah. We couldn't have done it without you, Delia.
Oh! Will you join us for a glass of champagne, Chris?
Oh, any excuse.
Come on, Delia. Come on.
So, he'll spend the rest of his life in jail?
Er, well... actually, the, erm...
The judge ruled that he'll be eligible for parole
in nine years.
DAVID: What was that?
Four life sentences...
..and he's up for parole in nine years?
Oh, that's insane!
Honestly, none of us can make head or tail of it. It's...
It's th-the same old fucking shit is what it is!
- I'm sorry. - No.
No, I'm sorry, David.
It's not your fault. You're not the bloody judge.
Well, this'll probably be my last visit.
Oh...
Yeah, the rules are very clear
on FLO exit strategies.
Unless Delia actually requests to see me,
which I don't see happening,
erm, I'll be out of her hair now.
Ah. I wonder what my exit strategy should be.
Seriously?
No! No...
- Oh. - No, Delia and I...
we're in this for the long haul.
We've found the teeth that match each other's wounds.
We're fine, we're fine.
Adios, amiga.
DOOR OPENS
"Sir John Stevens, Police Commissioner." What's this?
The police and the courts shouldn't be allowed
to get away with treating victims like they treated me.
Oh, come on, Delia, now.
Stop, eh? It's over, sweetheart.
Let... let's go out.
I don't wanna go out. My chest hurts
and it's very, very cold.
All right, well, then, let's...
let's get a takeaway. What do you want? Indian, Chinese?
David, we can't afford takeaways,
not now that you're taking so much time off.
For Christ's Sake, Delia!
We're not fucking paupers, for...
Let me look.
David Blunkett?!
Yes, Sir John damn Stevens got some flunky to reply,
so I'm going over his head.
"The letter I received from the Metropolitan Police
"was an insult.
"I did not want to assist the law, I was forced to.
"Them thanking me for testifying
"totally misses the point.
"You might as well torture someone then thank them
"for letting you torture them.
"I do not accept their thanks.
"The police can stick their thanks up their a..."
Oh, yeah. That'll work (!)
Do you wanna go out later?
Mm-hm, of course.
QUIET CHATTER
I wish I'd known you before.
Before what?
Well, Sweeney.
The police, the trial.
That's a stupid thing to say, David,
there's no point wishing for something that never was.
When the defence barrister asked
if you still loved Sweeney,
you said... you'd never really loved anyone.
Is that really true?
You know that about me, David,
I don't go in for any of that mushy stuff, so...
It's love, Delia. It's not mushy stuff, for...
HE SCOFFS
So, now you're not giving me any wine
cos you're feeling sorry for yourself.
I'm paying for it.
Oh... GLASS SMASHES
GASPS Now look what you've done!
- Keep your voice down. - I will not
keep my fucking voice down, David!
Do you know why I made a spectacle of myself
in the Old Bailey?
You think I care about making a spectacle of myself
in a Greek fucking restaurant?!
Sorry... Sorry.
LOW CHATTER
Whoa! Everything all right?
Where are you off to in such a hurry?
Home. Out of my way.
Hold on a moment. Have you been drinking, madam?
Yes! I don't...
I don't know what business it is of yours!
Are you American?
No, I'm not fucking...
American.
I was not drunk and disorderly!
I was walking home. I have not done anything wrong.
What's your name?
Delia Balmer.
I used to live in Lavinia Gardens. I'm in your computer.
The 22nd of December 1994. My...
I was attacked with an axe. I nearly died.
There was a trial at the Old Bailey last year.
How d'you spell Balmer?
SHE SIGHS
B-A-L-M-E-R.
DISTANT SHOUTS
Delia Balmer?
And she's been here all night?
Yeah.
Did you not even check her on the system?
She doesn't have a record.
Not as an offender. As a victim.
I'm sorry about the night you had, Delia.
You're free to go. I'll have a car run you home.
I'm not getting in a fucking police car.
Delia! Oh, thank Christ!
Where have you been? I've been worried sick!
I've been wandering the streets half the night,
looking for you.
Yeah, well, I was arrested, so...
What?! What happened?
I don't wanna talk about it. I just wanna sleep.
Do you want me to come in with you?
It's not working between us, David.
We're holding on to something that's gone.
Well, do you wanna talk about that, or...?
Is there any point? Cos I'll only get angry.
Right, bye, then, David.
QUIETLY: Stupid, stupid, stupid! Stupid bitch.
SOBS
SIRENS BLARE
Yes.
OK, bye.
Hi, er, sorry to interrupt.
Mm-hm?
I'm on, er, Lincoln Ward
and, erm, I'm a qualified therapeutic masseuse.
And I was just wondering if that might be something
that'd be useful here, or...?
Absolutely, but I'm afraid we don't have the budget.
All right.
I can work for free.
SHE KNOCKS
Hi. My name's Delia.
Sister said you'd like a cranial massage?
INDISTINCT CONVERSATION
You know, whenever I used to get
a shampoo at the hairdresser's,
I'd always ask for the extra conditioner
just to make it last longer.
You are good, Delia.
Yeah, my lecturer at college said I was the best
in the class.
All the other students said I pressed too hard.
They were obviously idiots.
So, is there a Mr Delia at home?
Nope.
What, you, so petite and cute?
SHE CHUCKLES Some lucky fella's
missing out. - Delia, it's after 11.
Go away, Tessa. Delia's my handmaiden.
Isn't that right, Delia?
THEY CHUCKLE
- Ah, Nabil! - Delia!
Mum, this is the lady with the magic fingers.
Thanks for looking after him.
- You're leaving us? - Yeah. For a bit.
I've hit a good patch, so...
Mum is gonna pamper me at home.
You take care of yourself, Delia.
Yeah.
Thanks for making this shit bearable.
NABIL COUGHS
Come on, you, let's get you home.
Let's do it...
Thanks so much.
PHONE RINGS
Barnes Green Serious Crime Command,
DI Steve Smith speaking.
Hi. This is Detective Astrid De Vries, Amsterdam CID.
Scotland Yard gave me your number.
I understand that your department investigated
the unsolved murder of a woman, Paula Fields.
Erm... most of the team have moved on, but yes,
the Paula Fields investigation was based here.
How can I help?
I've got some news on the prime suspect in that case.
John Sweeney.
'We've identified the remains of a former girlfriend of his.
'A young American woman, Melissa Halstead.'
A few weeks ago, a cold case team in Rotterdam
found a tissue sample in storage
of an unidentified female body,
found in a bag in a canal in Rotterdam in 1990.
We just got a DNA match with blood
supplied by Melissa's family back in 1995.
It's her... 100 percent.
'Melissa Halstead's remains have been lying
'in Rotterdam's municipal cemetery since 1990.'
I was present at the exhumation.
The condition of the body might be of interest to you.
Her head, hands, and feet had been removed.
The same as Paula Fields.
OK, OK.
We need to figure out how to work together on this.
John Sweeney has served almost six years
of his nine-year sentence.
Add to that the months he was on remand,
and the reality is he could be out in two years.
That's at least how long an investigation
of this magnitude will take.
And we're not helped by the fact that neither us
nor the Dutch have a shred of forensic evidence
linking Sweeney to the murders
of Melissa Halstead or Paula Fields.
DI SMITH: On, er, Melissa Halstead,
her dismembered remains were found in a canal in Rotterdam
on May the 3rd 1990.
But only recently identified, 19 years later.
On Paula Fields,
her dismembered remains were found in Regent's Canal
on the 19th of February 2001.
We can connect Sweeney to the two women,
various recorded eye-witness accounts.
But no connection with their murders.
However, what are the chances of two women
having relationships with the same man,
both ending up murdered,
dismembered, heads, hands, feet removed, put in bags,
and dumped in canals?
Then there's this woman... Delia Balmer.
The survivor.
The girlfriend who came between Melissa and Paula.
The woman whose attempted murder
Sweeney is currently doing time for.
On the 31st of May 1994,
Delia Balmer made a statement to Barstock Road police
in which she said Sweeney told her he murdered Melissa.
That evidence has never been put before a jury.
Delia Balmer?
What John Sweeney told you in 1994 was true,
except for one detail.
He disposed of Melissa's body in a canal in Rotterdam,
not Amsterdam.
I never said the canal was in Amsterdam.
Just that he said he killed her in Amsterdam.
Why are you here?
We're re-opening the investigation into the murders
of Melissa Halstead and Paula Fields.
We intend to charge John Sweeney with both offences.
But, er, it's a given he'll plead not guilty.
No shit (!)
We know the trial in 2001 was very difficult for you...
SHE SCOFFS
..but if we can get the case to court, we'd greatly
appreciate it if you'd consent to give evidence.
It... it would be much easier this time.
You'd just have to talk about what he told you
he did to Melissa, that's all. - No! No!
WHISPERS: No, no!
SOBS
We think it's a bad idea to put Delia Balmer on the stand.
Bad for us, but very bad for her.
You told her Sweeney's coming up for parole?
- Yeah. - I thought she'd relish
the opportunity to testify against him.
But it's not about that for her.
She thought her ordeal was over.
She just wants to be done with all this.
She's that terrified of being cross-examined again.
We want to suggest a compromise.
The Dutch have requested a videotaped statement of Delia
talking about Sweeney's Melissa confession.
If she agrees to it, perhaps we could apply to the judge
to let the video statement
serve as her evidence in the trial.
That way the jury get to see her,
but she avoids the ordeal of being cross-examined live.
Live is what we need.
Our case against Sweeney is still only circumstantial.
The jury needs to see Delia Balmer, in real time,
telling them what Sweeney told her
he did to Melissa Halstead.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Sorry, boss. You've gotta see this.
Merseyside Police conducted a search
on Sweeney's family home.
They found this lot in the original police evidence bags.
It was restored to the family in 2001,
after he was convicted,
but no-one thought to hang on to it
because the case wasn't about Melissa.
Look at this.
- A scratch card? - Turn it over, boss.
We've confirmed that's Sweeney's handwriting.
"Poor old Melissa, chopped her up in bits,
"food to feed the fish, Amsterdam was the pits."
And that's not all.
He's even dated them.
"Amsterdam. Easter, 1990."
Still think we need Delia in court to win this thing?
Videotape her statement. I'll talk to the judge.
See if we can keep her out of court.
DC CROFT: Delia, please tell us what John Sweeney told you
during the spring bank holiday of 1994.
No.
I wanna talk about Saturday the 29th of June...
2002, when I was wrongfully arrested
by Barstock Road police
for being drunk and disorderly!
A policeman twice my size put handcuffs on me
and then shoved me into a police van.
I spent the whole fucking night in a... dirty,
smelly police cell!
Now, I wrote to the station's superintendent...
..and when he wrote back to me,
he didn't even fucking apologise!
He said what had happened to me
was "an unfortunate incident" and he tried to shut me up
with a cheque for £42.50
for the dry-cleaning of my suede coat
that they fucking ruined!
We didn't know she was intoxicated
until she let rip for the cameras.
It's not a problem, though, is it, boss?
Not now we've got the photos
and the scratch card and everything.
There's been a development.
Sweeney knows that we don't intend
to put Delia on the stand.
He's instructed his counsel to go back to the judge
and insist that she be compelled to testify.
Given the seriousness of the charges against him,
the judge has granted his request.
Yeah, well, I knew the creep wasn't finished with me.
I knew he'd find some way of stamping out
what little life I have left.
Ah, but it's not the end of the road.
We've got one card up our sleeve.
We can apply for a medical exemption.
We'd get you to see a forensic psychiatrist,
with your permission, obviously,
and see if we can get you declared unfit
to give evidence.
That's my only way out of this?
Seeing a shrink who'll say how nuts I am?
Well, yes, but I...
I wouldn't have put it that way myself, but yes.
Well, what choice do I have?
I can't leave the country cos my passport's expired.
So, I'm trapped... yet again.
Delia, medical exemptions aren't easy to get.
So, if the psychiatrist thinks
you're even slightly intoxicated,
that'll go into report to the judge
and it'll be game over.
You mustn't drink any alcohol before the session.
Oh, no, I'll have to have a drink,
otherwise I'll be a mess.
But a sober mess, and that'll count in your favour.
BELL RINGS
Oh, shit.
Come on, Delia...
RINGS BELL
I bought two bottles of wine
and a bottle of brandy last night
and I didn't touch a drop.
So now... I feel dreadful.
Are you clear about the purpose
of this session, Delia?
Yep.
You're gonna decide whether or not I'm mentally fit
to give evidence in court.
INDISTINCT DISCUSSION BEHIND DOOR
DELIA: When I was lying on the steps,
thinking I was about to die...
..I thought of my mum and dad.
And my brother, Stewart.
They were alive then, Mum and Dad.
They died a couple of years ago,
within a year of each other.
And I thought of them each...
HER VOICE SHAKES
And how they...
how they were so far away...
I... I thought about how I would never see them again
and how they would never see me.
HER VOICE SHAKES
And I... I...
I clung... clung to that memory of their faces,
because I wanted my last thoughts to be only of them.
Can I go now?
Of course you can.
But...
..there's still 30 minutes left on the clock, Delia.
Paid for by the Met.
If there's anything you want to talk about,
anything at all, now might be a good time.
I just want to go home.
DR HOWES: The only thing holding her together
is her anger.
If her fear becomes greater than her anger,
which is very close to where she is now,
I think there's a real possibility
she might try to take her own life.
Dr Howes will tell the judge that under no circumstances
should you be compelled to testify.
It's over.
"It was like he was letting out something
"that he'd been keeping deep inside.
"He told me that he killed Melissa in Amsterdam,
"and that he sat with her body for three days.
"He didn't say how he killed her.
"He said he had cut her up and put her in a bag
"and threw her in a canal."
DELIA: 'Yeah, two life sentences.
'Erm, no parole this time.
'It's what they call here a whole life tariff, so...
'You know, he'll spend the rest of his life in jail.'
STEWART: 'It's about goddamn time.
'How do you feel, Delia?'
Oh, I dunno.
Not much of anything.
You know, they, er, told me that...
he refused to leave his cell
when they read out the verdict.
STEWART: 'He must've been real mad.'
- Mm. - 'Good riddance, I say.
'You won, Delia. He tried to kill you
'and he couldn't because you were too strong.'
Oh, I... I don't know if, er,
strength has much to do with it, Stew.
'Yes, it did. You were always the strong one in our family.'
- You think that? - I know it.
You remember when we first moved to Detroit in '64,
and there was that tornado and...
and the neighbour's house moved off its foundations?
Yeah. What about it?
Dad was scared and he wanted us all to go
into the basement.
'You wanted to stay upstairs and watch the storm.'
Yeah. I remember.
I enjoyed it.
'Yeah... you did.
'We were all scared. But not you.'
SIGHS
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