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Mr. Gilfoyle, I unpacked all your shopping.
I left the paper out for you too.
I took the fiver, I hope that's okay.
Is that honey?
Yeah. Do you wanna have a look?
Can I?
Here. Put this on.
Don't worry. They won't hurt ya.
What do you see in there?
- Nothing. - Uh-huh.
Is that bad?
It means the queen's getting old.
There should be eggs in there, but she's running low.
DS Lenker? Errol Mathis files requested from the 2011 archive.
Now have a little listen.
It's higher pitched. They're in a frenzy.
They can feel a change coming and it makes them nervous.
What are they gonna do?
Well, the workers will try and make a new queen
so they can keep the hive going.
But the old one, she'll try and stop any challenger she sees as a threat.
And that's 'cause there can only be one queen.
So, what happens?
They fight, of course.
They don't stop until one of them kills the other one.
Stop it. Stop it, Preston.
Gifts from the outside world.
Thought you might have had enough of powdered caffeine and UHT milk.
You're a life saver, aye.
So, what's so important that you couldn't wait till after lunch?
Well, when we first met, I said that, you know,
I can't take the pain away.
But all I can do is work all the hours I've got to make sure that the--
the man who did this to your family,
spends the rest of his life behind bars.
I'm pushing for a charge of attempted murder, okay?
Okay.
We've got a meeting with the CPS tonight.
No promises.
Just like I said, you know, sometimes these things take time.
- Right? - And this is from the archived stuff?
Yeah, it's Hegarty's logbook.
So, Errol is vehemently denying everything, fighting for his innocence.
And then less than 48 hours later, he's volunteering confession.
Then in between, there's this visit to the crime scene, right?
- Something happened on that visit. - Definitely.
Something--
I mean, it's useless, but yeah, something happens.
You don't think this is suspicious?
I didn't say it wasn't suspicious. It's old news. They had it at the trial.
We had it at the appeal. I mean, it's not sympathetic.
"Hey, fancy a field trip to where your girlfriend
was brutally murdered two days ago?" But it is aboveboard.
Right. So, what's with the "Huh?"
Well, you said it like something was interesting.
Maybe. I don't know.
It's a reach, but 7:30.
7:30, clearance comes through from Dr. Hollingworth.
Errol okayed for interview.
- Then? - Well, then they do it.
10:30, interview with Errol Mathis under caution.
What happens in between?
Nothing happens in between.
Nothing.
Right?
Medical clears him at 7:30. There's no new evidence after that.
They're under pressure for an arrest.
Why don't they just interview him
straight after the doctor gives them the go-ahead?
Instead they wait for three hours. Why?
Maybe he's not a morning person. Maybe he fancied a lie-in, or...
They were waiting for the duty solicitor to change.
- Working their way down the list until-- - Until they got an SNE brief.
- A lawyer they can work with. - See no evil.
And this caller, if they can find her--
I mean, you see what I'm saying? This is big.
They've got her on the phone, you know? On the phone saying she knows who did it.
I'm gonna get everyone on this, okay? I'm gonna--
Errol!
- Darling, this is good news. - Mum, I can't.
Don't you get it? I can't.
Every time you do this, it makes it harder for me.
- No, darling, I-- - No, I don't want your help.
Can't you get that?
I don't...
I don't want hope.
I want to forget, Mum.
So just let me forget.
You're tired. You need to get an early night--
- No, every time you do this... - Have a shave.
...you just make this worse.
You make this worse.
Oh, God.
Please.
Just leave me alone.
How?
How am I supposed to tell these screws-- tell apart, like--
Maybe you don't need a table.
Lisa?
- How'd you even know him? - Are you serious?
How'd you even meet?
You don't get to tell me what I can do, okay, who I can see,
who I can fucking spend my time with.
You're both volatile, vulnerable. I'm trying to look out for you.
No. You're trying to control me, like I am some case to be managed.
Lisa.
- I have done my best. Rehabs, methadone... - Best?
...paying off flat deposits when you've left them wrecked.
I'm doing what I have to do to find a solution.
Is that what this is?
That what it is?
Feeding your daughter gear every night so she doesn't leave you on your own?
- I am your dad. - You're not my dad.
- I'm here to look after you. - You're my fucking dealer.
I mean, do you have any idea how fucked up that is?
If I wasn't doing this, you would be dead. We both know that.
- You know what the worst thing is? - Get in the car.
You know that you're going to do it.
- You like it like this. - What?
I mean, you're terrified I'm gonna leave you,
and you'll just be another sad, lonely old man.
I wish you were in a state to leave, so don't even go there.
I mean, you've got no friends, no fucking family--
- Get in the car. - No. Am I wrong though?
- Get in the car. - You know what? You're the one who's sick.
Get in the car. Put some--
Keeping me hooked like I'm your fucking pet.
And you know what? No wonder Mum gave up.
I mean, who would go on living if it meant being with you?
Go and put some fucking clothes on.
- Fuck off. Fuck off. - Yeah. Fuck off. Fuck off.
How'd you think we fucking met?
Fuck!
Shit!
So it was back in 2011, I'm not sure if you remember,
but you were defending a guy called Errol Mathis.
He confessed, if I recall.
I'm interested in your relationship with the investigating police team.
Like, did you know any of them prior to the case?
- I'd have to look at my records. - That's-- There's no need. I--
So, it seems that two weeks before, you were defending a Mrs. Destiny Bolasie,
against a charge of possession with intent to supply.
And the investigating officer was the same guy.
It was DCI Daniel Hegarty.
I don't know what you're fishing for.
Did anything happen on your visit to the crime scene?
Excuse me?
Were you with your client at all times?
Of course I was.
And did DCI Hegarty ever make it clear how he got a confession from Errol?
Look, I'm afraid, Officer Lenker, that asking me to go any further
is asking me to waive professional privilege,
which belongs only to my client,
as set out in Section 1.3e of the Legal Services Act of 2007.
I assume you already know that.
But if you continue to push me,
I'll have no choice but to contact your duty inspector
and ask him to explain it to you.
Well, thank you, Mr. Cardona.
Perhaps you could ask him to explain the part about that privilege being void
if the solicitor is found to be in conspiracy to perpetrate a fraud
or, by analogy, any other crime.
I'll show myself out.
Lisa. Where is she?
I was literally just gonna te-- Wait. I thought she was with you.
What's going on?
- She-- - What happened?
She didn't call?
- What did you say to her? - Don't fucking start, okay?
- Listen-- - I'm gonna go look for her.
No. She's probably on her way home.
Don't you go anywhere. I'll go home.
She'll be there sat on the doorstep.
I lost my keys, or I won't have asked you.
- Have you got somewhere to be? - Yeah, I've got a meeting in 45 minutes.
Yeah, the bloke you arrested. The kid in the park.
- Yeah, she was saying-- - She being my daughter?
She was gassed about it.
- Gassed? - Yeah.
- I hardly think so. - She's proud of you, man.
No, she's not.
Make yourself useful. Call around, call her friends.
She hasn't got any friends.
Right.
Doris, please.
- Goodbye, Latisha. - Let me explain.
No. You told me you were losing your kids. I supported you.
- That was true. - I don't want to hear it.
- I wanna help. I swear. - No, you don't. Nobody does.
Not you, not my husband, not Errol.
And you know what? Who cares?
I don't need you.
I'm not giving up.
See ya.
Hey.
Hey.
Do you remember my first day in CID?
"Chloe will show you around."
"Any questions, just ask Chloe."
"Chloe, do you mind just showing the new girl around?
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