In the criminal justice system, the people are represented
by two separate yet equally important groups.
The police, who investigate crime,
and the Crown Prosecutors, who prosecute the offenders.
These are their stories.
Are you the bloke in charge?
My wife hates flying. She's already worried about the return.
Plus, we've got three kids. Their body clocks are all crook.
And now, when we're trying to sleep,
we've got this drip, drip, drip coming through the ceiling.
You know, this place isn't at all like they said it would be.
All those glowing testimonials online.
I tell you what, though, mate...
..I think they're all phoney.
How about that, eh? Oh, Christ.
Well?
The girl's name is Katerina Cizek.
We've ID'd her from her bank card. Nice line in underwear.
Whoever has done this has just walked straight in.
There is no sign of forced entry and no murder weapon either.
Anyway, what's his story?
Holiday rental below. He says water started seeping through the ceiling
at around 9:30. Right, so what do you think? She's running a bath,
doorbell goes, she never gets the chance to turn it off? Could be.
Ronnie, we found this. Right. We may be able
to get something on the SIM card. There's more.
Sex toys in the bedside cabinet? Very good.
This was hidden under the mattress.
Right, working girl? Explains the push-up bra.
Law And Order UK
Season 5, Episode 3 "Crush"
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Just say "hello" in the lobby a few times,
talk about the weather. But otherwise...
All right, well, what about the men who used to visit her?
What about them? Well, any incidents, rows,
complaints from the neighbours, that sort of thing? No.
Well, did Katerina mention anything? I barely knew her.
But you knew she was a tom? Yeah, it didn't bother me, though.
That's not what I asked, though, is it, Mr Hunter?
I suspected. I mean, I've got eyes.
They'd wait in the lobby, then when the men arrived,
they'd go upstairs for an hour, back down, wait for the next.
Must have felt like a posh knocking shop. Only if you let it.
Did Katerina have any other friends in the building?
Yeah, Suzana...something. She's another one, you know...
Escort? Eastern European.
No, we're with different agencies.
But, you know...same bullshit.
Did you know what agency Katka was with?
No. She moved, a month or so, but I don't know where.
Did she ever talk about her clients?
She was waiting for a rich man to carry her away,
like in Pretty Woman.
I told her, "Men who pay £150 an hour
are not looking to grow old with you."
But Katka...
She always know better.
How about savings? Did she have any of those, do you know?
Or running away money?
Men pay the agencies direct.
How much do you think we see?
Well, we found £4,000 hidden in her flat.
Maybe Katka know better after all.
I'm sorry. I have to get ready.
Do you know if any of her clients knocked her about? Or threatened her?
No.
The agencies are quite good
at making sure the man is, erm... pristojan.
Erm...nice.
But...you never know, do you?
Thanks for your time.
Well, maybe she found her Richard Gere and stretch limo after all?
Oh, yeah, cos it really works like that, doesn't it?
That four grand has got to some from somewhere, mate.
Plus, she had a bank account, so why stuff it under her mattress?
(SIGHS) I don't know. Maybe Katka didn't want anyone to know about it.
Blackmail? Yeah. Hookers blackmailing their johns.
"Pay up or I'll tell the wife." It's not unheard of.
Bit "spaghetti against the wall", isn't it?
Well, she hid the money for a reason, Gov.
Maybe she was moonlighting. Bit of extra work on the side.
Well, either way, might give us a motive.
Traces of spermicide and lubricant. She'd had sex, but with a condom.
No sign of rape. Bit of bruising,
but I'd say because the sex was energetic, not violent.
I remember that. Having sex? No, being energetic.
Evidence of her having had STIs in the past.
Chlamydia, herpes, bacterial vaginosis, usual suspects.
Occupational hazard. Right. What about HIV?
No. Oh, there was one other thing.
The knife hit a rib on the way in.
Normally you'd expect it either to stop or to break the rib.
But this one kind of bent down and under.
This blade was really flexible.
A specialist knife? Yeah, for filleting or skinning, you know?
What else? Partially digested food in Katka's stomach
confirms the time of death at or around 9pm.
Yeah, forensics are working out the DNA and profiles of the crime scene,
but that flat saw a lot of traffic.
What about the SIM card? Nothing yet.
And what has the porter got to say?
Michael Hunter? Strictly "See no evil".
So, no witnesses, no evidence, no forensics.
Well, there's the bendy knife. Which you haven't found.
Come on. What about regular clients?
Well, we have to know which agency she was working for first.
Look, she rented that flat off someone.
I've gone through Katka's laptop.
Oh. Any blackmail material? Secret movies? Photos of the killer?
No. No, I didn't think so.
But she wrote a blog.
I don't understand this. Whatever happened to keeping things private?
I mean, now it's just all out there for everyone to see and read.
There's stuff on here I wouldn't even tell myself.
Ronnie? Yeah? No-one's listening. Yeah.
Did you find anything?
Lotrlovec.
Sorry?
Well, Katka, in between some of her more lurid passages,
mentions this bloke Lotrlovec quite a lot.
In fact, I'm tempted to say there's a whole Lotrlovec going on.
Please resist it. It looks like old Lotrlovec wouldn't leave her alone.
(READS) I had another run-in with Lotrlovec today.
He came to see me again. He's getting worse.
I've tried being nice. What is it going to take to make him stop?
That was the last but one passage.
OK, the whole block of flats is owned by an investment company,
which runs it through a holding company,
which rents Katka's flat to another outfit, which in turn- Nodding off.
-Kensington Belles, who offer "sophisticated female companionship".
At £150 an hour. Right, get your coat. Come on.
Did Katka mention any clients she was having problems with?
Not that I can recall.
So she never mentioned anyone called Lotrlovec? Never. Right.
Well, we'll need a list of her clients from Tuesday night, please.
She wasn't working that night. I've no idea who she saw.
Right, then we'll settle for the credit card details
of everyone she's seen for the last three months.
I don't have to do that.
Do you really want to play it like this?
I know what you think I am.
But whatever my girls do, it's their choice. There's no coercion.
We merely facilitate introductions.
Men look for "company" and we provide it.
Of course, if two consenting adults wish to take it further...
that's their choice.
You've got it all worked out, haven't you?
You need a warrant for my records
and I'm guessing you can't get one or you'd have it already.
However, we could always crawl all over your business.
I mean, real forensic detail, take months and months,
find out exactly how much of that £150 goes back to those girls.
And what with, I don't know, rents and commission,
they probably get about...what, 20%?
I reckon that generous, Ronnie. I'd say more like 10%.
Hmm, 10%. Either way, I bet we could make it look a lot like coercion.
Popular girl. There's a lot of fellas out there looking for company.
Except, I sort of understand the curb crawlers.
Strictly business and everyone knows it.
But this whole dinner and a promise thing...
I mean, looks like a date, feels like a date, but it's just a-
Simulacrum.
Eh? Is that another one of your made-y up-y words?
No, it means an unsatisfactory substitute.
Well, either way, you've got to be pretty sad.
Not sad, Matty. Just lonely.
I loved her.
She was a present. For my 18th.
My mates all chipped in.
So I could lose my... You know?
That's kind of them.
I suppose. It wasn't...a success.
That was a couple of months ago. I mean, have you seen her again?
Twice. What about the night before last?
I was working in the pub all night.
Saving up, see? Three more nights and I'll have enough.
Escort agency? No, of course not.
And yet there's a charge to your credit card
for £150 on September 14th.
Well, that's impossible, I've never... September?
The 14th.
No, wait. My... My card was cloned a few months back.
Apparently, I bought a couple of laptops and a mobile phone.
I didn't realise I'd bought a prostitute as well!
I'm sorry I can't be of any more help.
I should get back to the book.
It's the second part of my History of the Crusades.
The first one was very well received. Maybe you read it?
Sorry, no, I didn't. I did.
Well, what do you think I am, some sort of Neanderthal?
A neverending source of wonderment, Matt.
We'd like to take a DNA sample.
Really? Do you think... Even though I've just-
If you don't mind, Mr Williams?
No... No, whatever you want.
We've got the numbers off the SIM.
Good news. Katka called the same number four times the day she died.
But do you want to know the bad news?
Don't tell me. It's an unregistered pay-as-you-go number.
There's no flies on you. No.
So, unless we find the phone, it's absolutely useless.
Ronnie? Someone to see you. Interview two.
But I've... (SIGHS)
Matt? I'll catch you up. Yeah.
Yeah? I've found Lotrlovec.
You said to call if there was something.
I need you to protect me.
There's no record of anyone called Lotrlovec on any database,
so I started to think maybe it was some sort of code.
Like some sort of simple displacement.
Like how HAL in 2001 are the letters before IBM.
You with me? No, but carry on.
Well, it wasn't that, so then I thought
maybe it was something simpler.
So she's Czech, right? Maybe it means something.
He said if I don't have sex with him, he'll tell immigration.
I said, "No." And he hit me.
Said next time would be worse.
I can't...
If immigration find out...
I need this money.
And who said this?
Lotr...lovec.
Now, in Czech fairytales, the prefix 'Lotr' is used to denote villain.
'Bad' something. See?
And Lovec?
He tried the same with Katka.
She told me. She...
She said she thought it was a joke.
That he...was a joke.
But he wasn't, was he?
And who did this, Suzana? Who threatened you?
'Lotrlovec' means 'bad hunter', as in-
BOTH: Michael Hunter.
The porter. Yeah.
I'd say "see no evil" was a little wide of the mark, wouldn't you?
So I have a master key. So what?
Well, maybe Katka didn't let her killer in.
Yeah. Yeah, maybe he just walked in all by himself.
This is stupid.
Beat up all the girls, then, do you? Or just the ones who won't give in?
I don't know what you're talking about.
You were on duty the night Katka died. Yeah, you know I was.
Yeah. However, we have several witnesses
that say you weren't at your desk at the time of the murder.
That was careless of me.
I was out the back, having a fag.
Your DNA's all over Katka's flat.
Of course it is. I found her. That's all I did.
Well, you told us that you hardly knew her.
Why would you lie about that?
Do you reckon these working girls are vulnerable? Yeah?
Easy prey?
So you go and tell them you'll grass them up
unless they...play nicely. Is that how it works?
I didn't kill her. I'm not...
I'd see the way she smiled at the men when they came to see her.
I just wanted her to look at me in the same way.
You know, I wear this stupid monkey suit and I'm invisible.
I just wanted to be noticed, that's all.
But instead, she laughed at you, didn't she?
I mean, she thought you were a joke.
You didn't plan it, it got out of hand.
That's what happened, isn't it?
He denies it and without a murder weapon,
we've got nothing to link him.
He copped to threatening her. And that's all.
You like him for this? Well, it doesn't smell right.
He's a lying weasel with a nice line in self pity, but a killer?
We've got a match on one of the DNA swabs.
OK...
I saw her.
In September and again, the other night.
I was on my way to have dinner with my agent.
They're talking about pushing back my publication date
and all I needed was a...
Was a friendly face. That's all.
I should have told you, I know.
But I thought if I denied it...
it would just...you know?
Go away? Yes.
Your DNA was found under her fingernails.
So, did she scratch you? Trying to defend herself, maybe?
We had...sex. OK?
Katka scratched my back when she...you know?
I didn't kill her.
I swear on my son's life.
You have to believe me. I'd... I'd never...
Maybe you saw something.
No, I just said goodbye and left. I didn't see anyone.
(DOOR OPENS) Gavin?
I'm home.
Be out in a minute.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Look, I love my wife.
There's no reason she has to know about this, is there?
So after you left, you, er...met your agent?
We met for dinner at around 9:30.
And how did Mr Williams seem? Thank you. Thank you.
Er...antsy. Distracted.
He had a drink, which helped, and we talked through some new ideas.
Books, TV- What, he does TV as well?
We're waiting for the go-ahead for his first series -
A six-part history of the Crusades,
but seen through the prism of today's Islamophobia. Quite a prism. Hmm.
Lucrative, though, I'd have thought?
He's not really interested in money.
I mean, he gets invited onto TV shows all the time.
Discussions, talking heads.
He doesn't do that many.
Turns them down if it requires an overnight stay.
And why's that? Because of Sam.
His little boy?
He has cerebral palsy. Gavin won't leave Jane to cope on her own.
He's missed out on quite a few gigs but...he's adamant.
A model husband.
He loves his family.
Michael Hunter's alibi stands up. He ponced a fag off a couple of waiters
at the back of an Italian restaurant next door.
And how do they know it was 9:00? Because someone set up a telly
in the kitchen so they could watch AC Milan live.
And they were still watching when the final whistle blew around 9:30.
Well, he's not that man, then.
You think it was the professor. He has more to lose than most.
Only if he was being blackmailed, which you can't prove.
You don't actually know anyone was.
So she just printed that four grand herself, has she,
on her John Bull printing press?
Teddy's found something.
A bit of the blade broke off.
I noticed it under the microscope, so I called Lilly and...
bingo.
Bingo? You see, when it glanced off the rib, a tiny sliver
got left behind. You know, barely a millimetre. In the wound.
So, we find the blade, we can match it, yeah?
Yeah, like ballistics and GSR rolled into one. Good.
Only, you know, with a knife.
The bank records you asked for.
Gavin Williams made eight cashpoint withdrawals in the last 14 days.
Thanks, Ange. At £500 a pop.
No way? Hmm. £4,000. Exactly what Katka had.
Yeah. Let's see what your professor has to say about that, eh?
Blackmail? Well, do you know anything
about the £4,000 that we found?
Why would I pay her and then kill her?
And if I did kill her, why would I leave £4,000 lying around?
You see, I think she got paid earlier. And then she hid the money.
Do you have a second phone? Of course not.
Only Katka called a particular pay-as-you-go number
four times the day she died.
So?
So we think she got paid off, got a bit greedy, came back for some more.
Which is whoever she was blackmailing decided enough was enough.
And you think that was me?
Well...you withdrew £4,000 in the last fortnight.
No, I didn't. Mr Williams, we have your bank records.
I didn't take that money out. It'll be my wife.
We have a shared account. Household, you know, cash?
Jane has a business she runs with a friend. Interior design.
She buys antiques and bric-a-brac for cash.
So it must have been Jane who took that money out.
Not me.
He called me and told me what you think he did.
It's ridiculous.
People like my husband don't go to prostitutes. He's not the type.
DEVLIN: What is the type?
Please don't be clever with me.
What about the money you took out?
What money? £4,000. Your husband told us-
Yes, of course, my business.
You see, I buy a lot of things with cash.
We both use the household account.
But it's in your husband's name. I use it a lot.
I prefer to keep that account separate from my business one.
So the tax man doesn't find out?
(SIGHS)
The £4,000, Mrs Williams?
I bought some antiques from a place near Kingston.
Can you prove that? I'm not aware I have to.
Mrs Williams- Are you arresting me, Officer?
No.
Then if you'll excuse me, my son needs to eat.
Thank you for your time. Matty?
That's an impressive collection of knives.
It should be. Cost a fortune.
Of course, you're missing one.
We had the kitchen done the other month. It probably got lost then.
The knife that went missing from Gavin Williams' house
was a 27cm filleting blade, which matches the depth and the width
of the penetration wound. And it flexes.
Which gives us a murder weapon.
Yeah. Gavin Williams initially lied about knowing the girl.
We've got DNA that puts him at the scene.
He's got no alibi for the time of death.
Also, withdrawals from his bank account
match the amount of money found under the girl's mattress.
And you think it's blackmail? Well, there's your motive.
Means, motive and opportunity.
And all of it circumstantial. What else have you got?
Preponderance of probability.
That's what they've got.
Or in other words, what are the chances?
It's not beyond reasonable doubt but you can see it from here.
Pick him up.
Enjoy. Thanks!
Sorry.
I don't believe it. I know.
Should have brought my book for you to sign.
Gavin Williams, I am arresting you
on suspicion of the murder of Katerina Cizek.
You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence...
Preponderance of crap, more like. You've got nothing.
We have the pay-as-you-go mobile phone
your client his and denied having.
So? All he's guilty of is seeing a prostitute
and lying about it to his wife. You want to make that illegal?
There aren't enough prisons in the world.
Meanwhile, my contracts have been cancelled,
no publisher will touch me, I'm the laughing stock,
I'm ruined and I didn't do anything.
Don't you think my client has suffered enough?
As much as Katerina Cizek?
The DNA only shows he was there, which we don't deny.
You have no murder weapon and your only proof of motive
is the cash withdrawals that match the amount found at the scene.
Now, you say blackmail, I say coincidence.
And Jane Williams will give evidence that she withdrew that money.
You can't prove she didn't. You can't prove anything.
You really want to do this?
She has a point. The only thing we can prove is infidelity.
And it's not like that's a crime. Maybe it should be. Hello?
Or don't vows mean anything anymore?
Since when did you become a maiden aunt?
You're saying it doesn't count if you have to pay for it?
It was just sex, Henry. Stupid, yes. Pathetic, even.
But I don't think it makes it a criminal matter.
It's not about the sex, it's the dishonesty.
He made a fool of his wife, a mockery of their life together.
That's the reality of the situation. It's never just sex.
Gavin Williams didn't kill Katka because he was married.
He was worried about losing his professional standing, not his wife.
His marriage was incidental. Tell that to Jane Williams!
All right. Our key plank - Gavin Williams killed Katerina
because she was blackmailing him? Yeah.
So...how do we know?
£4,000 is a lot of cash.
I said I don't know about the money.
Look, I understand you want to defend Katka's name.
It's all she has left.
Except it doesn't help. Not if it stops us
from punishing the man who did this.
There was one guy.
He used to see her. A lot.
She said he was "sweet on her".
He had a crush?
Yes. Crush.
He kept telling her how clever she was, how good her brain was.
That she should use it, improve herself.
He said he would help.
And did he?
He kept buying her stuff. Gifts. With little notes.
Like jewellery?
Jewellery, she could have used.
Or sold.
No. He gave her books.
What good is that?
She gave them to charity shop around the corner.
Said at least they'd do someone some good.
Did she tell him to stop?
No. She was embarrassed.
He was nice, but she saw him because he paid her, not because...
I told her to be careful.
I told her she should end it before it got too...
But Katka just laughed. Said she knew what she was doing.
Reckoned she could get more out of him than just books.
Pretty soon, this lot will be redundant.
We'll all be reading books on our phones.
Entire libraries in the palms of our hands.
Never happen.
You'll see.
Well, books are knowledge, Matty. Ideas, you know?
Hold a book in your hand, you know you've got something there.
It's got...heft.
Hmm... You can't do that if it has been all...digitalimilised.
Feel free to help, yeah?
And...
..you can't do that...with a gizmo.
(READS) Katka, for everything. Always, G.
(READS) For The Love Of God: A History Of The Crusades, Part One
by Gavin Williams.
Vanity, thy name is Gavin.
So you think Gavin Williams was in love with Katka?
And we know she was planning to turn that into hard cash.
Well, if she was blackmailing him, we've got our motive. Almost.
We need to break the wife's story.
Where did you say she spent the money?
Yeah, I know her. She comes in here a lot.
Only interested in high-end stuff.
I mean, you can tell, of course. Lovely teeth.
Sorry? Never trust someone who skimps on dental hygiene.
They always turn out to be cheap.
Was she here a fortnight ago?
Perhaps. I can't remember. We get a lot of people.
Oh, I remember I sold her a chair and a matching footstool.
And she spent? Oh... It was the Eames. Hang on.
Ah... Here we are.
I let her have them for £3,500.
That's all? I know. I probably should have got four.
No, I mean that's all she bought?
I couldn't get her to even look at anything else.
£3,500, Mrs Williams. How do you account for the difference?
You'll have to in court.
Where you'll have plenty of time to ask her, but until then-
Did you know your husband bought Katerina gifts?
That he had feelings for her?
OK. Time to go.
Your husband regularly saw a prostitute behind your back.
Why are you still protecting him?
Jane...
All I ever wanted was to be a wife and a mother.
Can you understand that?
And the night he was with her, I sat at home worrying.
What his agent would say, how his career was going.
Fretting, when all the time, he was...
I have to live with the knowledge
that this person meant something to Gavin.
But this is my family. Mine.
And I'm not going to help you destroy it.
I understand what you're doing. I'm not doing anything.
You're being loyal. No.
You're trying to link the money you used to buy the chair
with the money that was withdrawn from the hole-in-the-wall.
But you took money out all the time. There is no link.
If my husband had done what you claim,
do you think I'd stand by him regardless?
Then perhaps it's fear. This is the life you feel you're owed, right?
Nice husband, nice house. All you have to do is be the dutiful wife.
Isn't that what you were taught? And now something like this comes along
and your reaction is "No, it never happened."
Mm-mm. Too harsh.
What, you think? If you bully her, she'll come across as sympathetic.
Well, she's lying to protect a murderer.
I think the jury need to see it.
What they'll see if somebody whose life has fallen apart
but who is holding her ground, fighting for her family.
You admire her, don't you?
A little bit.
Why?
Because she has been betrayed and humiliated and yet there she is,
dug in, holding everything up with spit and will-power.
And that's sort of impressive.
Yeah.
We're still going to have to break her, though.
We'd better. Without her, we can't prove motive.
Yes, I'd say a wound like this - its trajectory - is highly unusual.
And you concluded... The blade was flexible.
Thank you.
Is it not possible that this was a rigid blade
that was simply deflected by the rib.
Were that to happen, I'd expect the lateral movement of the knife
to open up the entry wound,
causing tearing of the flesh as the angle of penetration altered.
It's not possible?
Even though human skin is elastic
and the victim might well have been moving at the moment she was stabbed,
it's impossible that this wound was caused by a rigid blade?
It's unlikely.
But not impossible.
(READS) She reckoned she could get more out of him than just books.
That's what you said in your statement.
If you say so.
And during this conversation,
was the word 'blackmail' used at any time?
It didn't have to be.
So she never actually said it? No.
Did she mention my client by name? No.
Just that he gave her gifts?
That she gave to charity shop.
Hmm. (READS) Katka, for everything. Always, G.
How many clients did Katka have?
My Lord, the witness can't possibly be expected to answer that.
Ms Mathesson?
Were you busier than Katka? About the same.
And how many regular clients do you have?
Around 50. Maybe more.
Hmm. One or two with the initial G?
More than that. It is not unusual.
It isn't, is it?
Thank you.
Some of those punches landed today.
Listen, tomorrow, Jane Williams.
Yeah, if we show she's lying, we can establish a motive-
I want you to do it. Me? Well, you interviewed her. You understand her.
I think 'impressive' was the word used, wasn't it?
Yeah, along with 'sort of'.
Listen, if we are going to break her, isn't it better
to use an understanding, impressed woman than a nasty, bullying man?
You'll be right beside me. Won't it seem a bit cynical?
No, because I won't be there.
What's going on? I have to be out of town.
During the trial? It's personal.
Nothing to do with rats and sinking ships, then?
No. And wear a wig.
Juries like them. God knows why. Bit of gravitas, I suppose.
Jake- Without one, you look like my PA.
Mrs Williams, you gave evidence that in the two weeks before the murder,
you made eight withdrawals of £500.
I have a little business, which I run with a friend.
We buy certain items, antiques, often for cash.
Do you know what this is?
Thank you.
It's a delivery note. Would you read what is written on it, please?
(READS) Sold. One Eames chair and footstool. Cash.
And the amount, please, Mrs Williams? (READS) £3,500.
And is that your signature on the bottom? Yes.
You took out £4,000. Yes.
So where did the other £500 go?
I must have spent it somewhere else.
At the antiques emporium? Yes.
Now you mention it. I bought two Tiffany lamps. Blue dragonfly.
Only we have statements from all the other stallholders there.
You didn't buy anything from them that day,
certainly not Tiffany lamps.
Perhaps they forgot.
A £500 sale? No records? No recollection?
I... Maybe it was another day. Or somewhere else.
Or maybe it didn't happen at all.
Your husband withdrew that cash to pay off his blackmailer
and now you're covering for him, isn't that right?
No. I bought the Eames- Yes, with cash that had nothing to do
with the money that was taken out of your husband's account.
That's not true. You withdraw cash all the time. You said so yourself.
Yes, but- So you thought that you could pass off
his cash withdrawal as one of your own.
No- And by trying to link these two entirely separate things,
you'd hope that it would explain everything away.
Only the sums don't quite add up, do they, Mrs Williams?
None of it quite adds up, does it?
Honestly! You prep them, you coach them on their answers,
hours and hours getting them ready so they won't freeze in the box
and what happens? I mean, it's not like we didn't see you coming.
Congratulations. You had her flopping around like a landed fish up there.
I don't know about that.
Jacob was right. It was so much better coming from you.
Well, it's not like he gave me much choice.
You think he dropped you in it?
Don't you?
Look, it's, erm...his mother.
She's not at all well.
That's why... He had to go and see her.
Oh, I see. He didn't say.
No. He'll be back for closing.
Just so you know.
You should be pleased with yourself.
Henry? I wasn't that good.
Jane Williams was prepped and ready for me.
I didn't come at her with anything new.
But she did more than just fall apart up there,
she made our case for us.
Why would she do that?
Have you reached a verdict upon which you are all agreed? We have.
On the charge of the murder of Katerina Cizek,
do you find the defendant Gavin Williams guilty or not guilty?
Guilty.
I think she did it deliberately. Oh, come on, Alesha.
Without her, we couldn't make the blackmail stick.
Without the blackmail, we had no case. She knew that.
Nerves. Happens all the time.
I interviewed her, remember? This one doesn't get nervous.
You were there. All she had to do was stick to her story. That's true.
Henry? Continue.
I'm just saying, maybe this loyal wife wasn't that loyal after all.
Maybe she got just the result she wanted. It's the one we wanted too.
I'm just saying it's worth a look- We got the right man.
For the right reasons? We got him. Does it matter how?
So the ends justify the means? Simple as that?
He killed Katka Cizek. And his wife served him up on a plate.
Doesn't that strike you as odd?
Remind me, we won this case, right? For now. But if I'm thinking this,
how long before Rachel Mathesson does the same?
I just want to dig around, see what's there.
It wasn't nerves.
When's sentencing?
Two weeks.
Do it on your own time.
Gavin didn't stand a chance.
Thank you. In what sense?
We'd only just started up the business.
We were doing the house of a friend of his.
They met.
She told me afterwards, "He's the one. Give me a year."
He proposed after ten months. Janey always gets what she wants.
And the marriage was good?
What would I know? My ex spent years banging anything with a pulse
and I thought everything was fine.
Did she ever confide in you?
She thinks it's a sign of weakness.
Even when Sam came along, she didn't... You know?
There was one day. She cried. For Janey, that's Krakatoa.
What happened? It was a little while ago now.
Sam must have been six months.
Whole days, she was away with the fairies.
Because of something that happened?
I think looking after Sam was really taking it out of her.
So I told her I'd babysit and she should go out.
See a movie, get pissed, just...forget it all. And did she?
Well, that's where she was the night Gavin bumped off his Euro-tart.
OK, so she was out on the piss. I think we need a bit more than that.
How about she told me she was at home that night? "Fretting"?
Go on. In the weeks leading up to the murder,
she was distracted. Stressed.
Well, so would you be if your kid had cerebral palsy.
What if she knew about Katka then?
What if she planned to do something about it?
What if all of it, the display of loyalty,
the collapse in the witness box, was actually her manipulating all of us?
You think she killed Katka?
I think she wanted her husband to pay for what he did. Motive.
The knife matches theirs. Means.
She follows him to Katka's, waits, and after he's gone, rings the bell,
"I'm his wife. Can we talk?" Opportunity.
But if she wanted to frame him, why not just produce the knife?
She knows it would lead us straight to him.
She's smarter than that. If she did, he would know it was her.
That's quite a leap. Weren't you ever taught,
"You hear hooves, think horses-" "Not zebras", I know.
But all along, she has provided evidence
that looks like it exonerates him while at the same time,
actually condemning him. Sometimes, it is zebras.
Maybe she's sly.
But so am I.
I don't understand. When the lab sent the contents of Katka's stomach
to be tested, the samples were compromised.
Which means what? We can't be sure of the time of death.
So...it might have been later?
It might. We're not sure.
But it could have been when I was with Steph, my agent.
Which means I couldn't possibly have-
We'll know soon enough. Unbelievable.
Oh, God!
Do you realise what this means?
Did she bite? Let's wait and see.
Rachel Mathesson was very convincing.
I'm sure she was, if she thinks it will get her client off.
(MOBILE RINGS) THORNE: Yes?
Hotshots. What if you are wrong?
You colluded with Gavin Williams' lawyer
and offered the false hope of exoneration as bait.
How do you think that will play out there?
OK. Thanks.
That was Rachel. Jane Williams wants to meet us tomorrow.
She bit.
I remembered I had left some boxes of crockery and whatnot
at my mother's when we'd had the kitchen done. I phoned her.
And the knife was in there?
I can't believe I didn't remember until now.
And you collected it from your mother's last night? That's right.
Hmm.
These are sworn statements from DS Brooks and DS Devlin.
They followed you from the moment you left here yesterday.
You called at the house of Vanessa Marsh.
You bought a bottle of wine.
You went home and you didn't leave until you came here this morning.
You didn't go near your mother's. Sorry, I don't understand.
What does it matter? Just test the knife
and it will prove that he's innocent.
We both know what it will prove.
It will be missing the sliver of metal found in Katka's body.
It will prove conclusively that it's the murder weapon.
Which is the idea, isn't it?
Sorry, wh-what are you talking about?
How long had you known about Katka, Mrs Williams?
Long enough to withdraw small amounts of cash,
£50 here, £50 there, nothing that would attract attention-
-which you've squirrelled away until you had four grand.
Then, the week before the murder, you made those big withdrawals,
which you knew would show up when the police looked.
That's how it happened. Can't you stop this?
You killed Katka, planted the money under her mattress, went home,
kissed your boy good night and waited for the police to come calling.
Are you mad?!
Why would she- The knife Jane brought in
was the knife that killed Katka. If you didn't use it, then who did?
I found the phone.
Your other one.
The one you used for her.
Jane...
I read the texts, saw how long you'd been lying, you piece of...
Jane, I'm so sorry.
It was just a stupid crush, it didn't mean anything.
I would never do anything to hurt you and Sam.
Jesus...
I thought I could help her.
She didn't deserve...
Even now, you've still no idea what you did.
OK.
OK, I was an idiot. I'm sorry.
But come on, do you think you're the first wife who has ever been cheated-
You gave me herpes!
So that's what this is about?
You get a few sores and I have to go to prison?
I was pregnant!
That whore gave it to you and you give it to me
and you kept it a secret, thought if I didn't know...
And all that time, you knew.
Don't you get it?
I didn't have any symptoms, so I never got it treated.
And then Sam...
Then Sam was born.
Oh... Oh, no, no, no, please.
It went to his brain.
I was infected and...
Who knows if he'll ever walk or talk?
The seizures, the spasms...
You're the reason.
My beautiful boy.
It's not nothing.
It's everything.
(SNIFFS)
Vodka tonic, please.
Jane Williams has pleaded guilty.
And Gavin is left to look after his son.
A daily reminder. Serves him right.
You think he was the villain?
Yes, no, I don't know. Well, she was the one
who ended up destroying three lives. She lashed out.
Having spent the previous months cooking up the plan
and getting the money out in order to frame him.
Hardly the heat of the moment. Thank you.
Her son got handed a life sentence. She just wanted to make them pay.
I wonder if she thinks it was worth it.
She was defending her kid. Isn't that what mothers are meant to do?
Yeah. That's what they do.
Mmm.
I was sorry to hear about your mum.
Henry told you?
I thought you'd dropped me in it.
No, I'd never do that.
Are you OK? I'm fine.
Thanks for asking.
And your mum?
Thanks for asking.
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