SUNNY: Is there anything you can tell us about her last movements?

♪ ♪ JUDY: He left because of inappropriate photos he took of a colleague.

Who are you really, Joseph?

SUNNY: Precious was a member of a cult in Wales.

See what you can find out about them.

JESSICA: You've been having an affair with my sister.

He said that you and he were finished.

JESSICA: This is not who I am or how I work.

Let's reset.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ 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 wanna be the right way round ♪ ♪ Can't find paradise on the ground ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (kids calling in background) ♪ ♪ (kids playing, dog barking) (car door closes) MURRAY: Oi.

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.

♪ ♪ EMMA: You're not 21 anymore, Tony Hume.

(breathes deeply) 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, 'cause you shouldn't be working.

(chuckles) 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.

(scoffs) 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.

(sighs) 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."

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) NICK: He was here for a couple of nights, and then he left.

Have you tried his work?

Yeah, they said he was off sick.

Uh-huh.

He's in there, isn't he?

Jess, he's not.

(calling): 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 screwing my sister?

Just in case you were thinking of standing up for him.

He was what?

Just get him to call me.

(car unlocks) (sighs) You need to leave.

♪ ♪ (car locks) 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... (clears throat) ...because you were so lost?

(sniffs) No.

(inhales deeply) No-- at the time, 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.

(sighs): Now, certainly.

And almost the unkindest cut of all is that is the most you've said to me about it in nine months.

Because 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, um... Then I got pregnant.

And it made me realize 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, um, 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 and closes) (sighs) ♪ ♪ (phone calling out) KAROL (on voicemail): Hi, this is Karol.

Leave a message.

(voicemail beeps) Hi, Karol, this is DS Frances Lingley again.

Appreciate it if you could return my call.

My colleague D.I.

Khan and I need to speak with you following your earlier interview.

Call me back A.S.A.P., please.

Bailed?

OFFICER (over phone): Last night.

Had some posh lawyer on his case, apparently.

Okay, uh, 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, that we might need firearms support?

(sighs) Want to call the boss?

Which one?

Yeah, no, better to be safe than sorry.

Yeah, I'll put a call in to TFC.

Okay, thanks, Fran.

(phone buttons clicking) Hey.

Hey, Sunny.

(exhales) How you doing?

Uh, dreadful.

Ah.

You?

My partner left last night, so, uh, 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 Jesse... Yeah, no, no, no.

No, I get the reference.

On account of everyone I have ever met making the exact same joke.

Oh, sorry, the thought just occurred to me.

Jesus.

We're in worse bloody trouble than I thought.

(laughs) (dog barking) ♪ ♪ Time to go.

Where are 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 breaking) OFFICERS (shouting): Armed police!

Armed police!

Armed police!

Face down on the floor!

Now!

Hands behind your head!

OFFICER 1: Get your hands on your head!

OFFICER 2: Hands behind your head!

Put your hands on your head!

Stay there!

OFFICER 3: Bedroom one clear!

OFFICER 4: 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 bust you up.

SUNNY: A sugar daddy?

MURRAY: That was Niamh's description.

Any name?

Just said he was an older man.

So, are we saying that we think this was Hume?

SUNNY: That'd explain how Precious might have had keys to the house.

And 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-- uh, Kaz?

So, Joseph Bell's been arrested at his flat, having been bailed two nights ago with a 10K surety.

Where's he got that kind of money?

MURRAY: His own sugar daddy.

And possible motives for him killing her.

FRAN: 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.

SUNNY: 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.

KAREN: 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 ringing) ...to possible phone shops, news agents, corner shops, et cetera.

And bingo, this here... FRAN: Great.

Ebele Falade's here, guv.

Okay, thank you.

Go on.

Yeah, so this is a £30 card payment made to a small phone shop in Acton.

(traffic humming in background) 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 that 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're 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 to be true.

Look at me.

(voice breaking): Look at me.

You need to leave.

♪ ♪ (whispering): Elise.

Now, please.

(exhales) (speaking French): Okay, thank you.

Bye, now.

Boss.

Have you got a minute?

I just spoke to social services again.

Uh, yeah, one sec-- guv?

Yeah.

(door opens) (door closes) Um, 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 misdemeanor with Precious that escalated?

Okay, make an application for all his work email correspondence for 2016, with particular reference, obviously, to Precious.

Guv.

You all right?

Yes.

JESSICA: So my guess is she'll probably go no comment, so, as discussed, the trick will be to goad her into talking.

Yeah.

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 Bele was?

Yeah, or what a terrible daughter Precious was.

Spoiled for choice.

Mmm.

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 EF-001.

Can you confirm that this mobile number was once registered to you?

No idea.

Okay.

Showing exhibit EF-002.

So, uh, this was the address attached to the debit card that purchased that contract.

Do you recognize 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?

(stammers): No comment.

SUNNY: Okay.

Here is exhibit EF-003.

Do you recognize that number?

No.

Okay, 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?

(quietly): No.

Do you remember the call?

From six years ago?

JESSICA: The day your daughter died.

No.

SUNNY: 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.

Okay, uh, any recollection, just 12 days before this, of having a row with her outside the house where she died?

What row?

A neighbor called the police, it was so loud, and detailed hearing the younger of the two women calling her assailant "Mum."

Assailant?

I never touched her.

So you were there, but you never touched her.

(exhales) No, no comment.

(sighs) Fine, moving on.

Can I ask you why you never mentioned that Precious had fetal 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 you were pregnant?

No.

I mean, we know that you have a history of alcohol issues-- you told us yourself.

(stammers): Not when I was pregnant.

(clicks tongue): 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 26?

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, look... (inhales) I did the best I could for her.

(chuckles) 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?

(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.

MEHDI: It happens.

There you go.

Oh, thank you.

What, people shift their views as they get older?

(inhales): 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?

(chuckles): He was classic Thatcherite.

He would 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 the chancellor, 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.

Okay.

Except he was still a vociferous campaigner for budget cuts all through his treatment, so I didn't really buy that.

(chuckles): Some people thought it was Brexit, because he was a Remainer, and 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 a small part of that, so...

So?

(clears throat) I think it was a woman.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ FRAN: Deleted.

Sorry.

(sighs): 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.

KAROL (speaking Polish): (speaking Polish): Mmm.

SZYMON: 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.

Okay.

Um, and then just one last thing.

As I was researching his earlier years-- Wallingham, Cambridge, the City, et cetera-- I came across a rather interesting detail.

Have a look at the second paragraph down, uh, under "earlier 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?

Uh, I've been mainly prioritizing this.

Well, we need to speak to him A.S.A.P., please, because that, Kaz, that is bloody gold.

♪ ♪ VOICEMAIL: You have one new message.

FRAN (on voicemail): Hi, there, this is DS Lingley.

Thanks for your message, and great you're back in the U.K.

If you could present yourself at Bishop Street police station, NW1, ASAP, please ask for me, that would be really helpful.

Thank you.

(taps phone button) So the owner of the firearm we think is our murder weapon... Elton King.

Yeah, we've found him-- he's happy to talk to us.

Okay, nice one.

Can you set something up tomorrow?

On it now.

Night, boss.

Night.

(call ends, tone beeping) (taps phone button, phone chirps) ♪ ♪ DAVE: 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... (quietly): I'm sorry.

You were right, it's... All just...

Noise.

I'm so... (sighing): Sorry to have wasted your time.

Um, it was a mistake.

It was... my mistake.

I'm so sorry.

♪ ♪ DAVE: I'm really sorry, I'll...

I'll be right back.

(whispering): Bele.

Bele.

JESSICA: 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.

Okay-- how?

'Cause 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, look after my lady.

Except I never heard from him again, so, yeah, he had access to the gun 'cause I gave it to him.

And you'd be prepared to make a statement to that effect?

♪ ♪ FRAN: So we know the payments came from a Coombe and 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.

(chuckles) I'll need to speak to my boss.

(clears throat) I'll wait.

EBELE: 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 liter of vodka down me.

(inhales) 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, in here.

(exhales) 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 find your own therapy, don't you?

The drink sometimes.

(voice breaking): 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 suspect exhibit JR-1, a copy of the 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.

Do you have any response to that?

No comment.

Did you make that call?

No comment.

SUNNY: Were you there, Jay?

No comment.

(Jessica inhales) 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.

(inhales): 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 the 26th of June 2016?

No comment.

Did you get in a row with her, Joseph?

No comment.

Because we know things were difficult between you.

SUNNY: 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.

(chuckles) But why don't you tell us your side of the story?

You don't understand a thing.

Joseph... And you can shut 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 into care like Joe was.

JESSICA: 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?

Twenty-one.

So you were 14 when your mum died?

Nearly 15.

And did you go to your dad then?

No, he died in 2015.

SUNNY: And who was your father?

Eric Royce.

Okay, and where did he live?

With a traveling community.

So, uh... How did you survive, in London, I, I presume, on your own, from the age of 14?

I did fine.

I was already old, man.

Stole, lived on the streets.

Got jobs in markets, lived in squats.

Then when I was 16, I, uh, I adopted my brother's identity to gain access to his benefits.

Okay.

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.

SUNNY: Why didn't your brother need his identity?

JESSICA: Did something happen to him, Jay?

Something connected to the night of the 26th?

There's people out there, man, who'd want to hurt me 'cause of what I've seen, so I'm not saying any more.

We wouldn't let that happen.

(chuckles) 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.

♪ ♪ (exhales) (taps button, sniffs) (birds twittering) ♪ ♪ SHEILA: So, good news, bad news.

The bad news is that all his emails to her have gone from our server.

And I mean properly gone-- he knew what he was doing.

(sighs): Okay.

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.

FRAN: "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, am here tonight."

And then this is the other one.

(exhales) And at the bottom here, you can see his reply to her first email.

"Can come after work tomorrow, about 6:30?"

That would be the 27th, and she just replies, "Bring 2K."

(exhales) There was a laptop logged on her son's arrest sheet.

♪ ♪ FRAN: So is it possible to determine whose this is?

Is it obviously Jay 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.

Okay.

Also, I need you to find and download any stored photos, look for anything, um, tagged and nominated to a Karol Wojski.

Right.

Yeah.

Yup.

Call me ASAP if you find anything.

Cheers.

His brother?

SAVILLE (on phone): Half.

At least that's what he told me.

There was no bloody brother, half or otherwise.

(quietly): I'm just telling you what he said.

TONY: 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?

Just... (line beeping) Oh, I've got another call coming in.

Just try to get him out.

Ben?

BEN (on phone): Tony.

Long time.

Indeed.

How are you?

Uh, listen, not a social call.

Uh, we've had a rather unfortunate incident in the bank today, uh, involving a police officer asking about an account you set up in the late '80s?

Right, and, uh, what did you tell them?

Well, you know, I always try to preserve anonymity, but, uh, I had to tell them, I'm afraid.

About both standing orders.

(telephone ringing) Fran Lingley.

WATSON (on phone): 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?

(sighs) (door closes) So how do we prove that he's telling the truth?

It's hard.

DNA from him, his mum, both his alleged fathers.

Who are both dead and may not be in any of our systems.

SAVILLE: And how long's that gonna take?

If it's even possible?

Not your problem.

I'm not sure you're even his brief anymore.

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... And I think you'll find I am his brief, as soon as I tell him I can get him bailed.

Guv.

(quietly): Um, 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."

(quietly): Jesus.

FRAN: 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.

JESSICA: 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...

Okay-- thanks, Fran.

(sighs): Okay So we get a dog unit down there.

What about Jay Royce?

(exhales) Brief's right, we've got nothing to hold him.

Bail him to return next week.

Okay.

(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) ♪ ♪ KAREN: 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 Wojski pics."

So this is not Jay's.

Everything on here would suggest to me that 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 email 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?

Forty-three.

On the tube, buses, shops-- obviously his thing.

Daryl, you're a genius-- can you send them to me?

Yep.

When?

KATE (on phone): About ten minutes ago.

Uh, what's he doing?

Is he, is 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.

(sighs): Okay, well, um, look, you head on, Mum, and, um, I'll, I'll call you later, okay?

Sorry.

(siren blaring in distance) ♪ ♪ (dogs panting) (officers commanding dogs) ♪ ♪ (mouse clicks) ♪ ♪ (mouse scrolling) (telephone rings) Lingley.

WATSON (on phone): 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?

Okay.

(hangs up) ♪ ♪ (door closes, lock turns) (keys jangling) ♪ ♪ (sniffing) OFFICER: Here!

(talking in background) Good boy.

♪ ♪ (car approaching) Hume?

Gatwick?

Yes, Gatwick, please.

♪ ♪ And we just felt that there was a bit of 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.

Okay.

Well, can I ask you why?

Because it was suggested to me after the arrest that if I wanted to keep my job, I'd 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?

(exhales) 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 want to speak to my dad.

I want to speak to Tony bloody Hume."

♪ ♪ (car engine starting) ♪ ♪ Hold on.

♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ JESSICA: The real question is, what does he know?

I never hurt her.

JESSICA: You've lied to us repeatedly.

This is the truth.

EBELE: Nothing is what it seems.

Do we think it's possible?

I think it's perfectly possible.

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