Injustice

Phillip Spaull is dead? So when did you find out?

Er...a policeman came to see me in my office.

Qestrel Oil Trading are being investigated

by a journalist, Jameel Khan.

Jameel? What?

It doesn't surprise me. They have secrets?

Of course they do. It's how they work.

The missing computer. What exactly was on it?

After I saw Martin, I noticed this - this car...

Lucy Wilson said she was being followed before she was killed.

She wasn't sweet, Martin.

She was professional.

You're my only hope.

John Slater. He knew me. He knew about my drug conviction.

I put the gun down, and I took the money. So you saw him?

No. I've just been going through the John Slater file.

The solicitors that defended him are a firm based here in Ipswich. And?

The barrister that defended Phillip Spaull also works there.

Small world, eh?

Travers.

Here, I made you some tea.

Look, Maggie. What happened the other night - I'm sorry, OK?

You've got to understand. What you did, it - it really pissed me off.

I mean, getting done for shoplifting...

How stupid was that?

You hit me.

I said I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing.

Let's go out tonight, have a drink. We could go down the George.

I can't go out looking like this. You don't look too bad.

You could put on some glasses, no-one would notice.

I don't wanna go out. Yeah, you do. Come on.

We need to talk about things.

I know I've got a temper. I just...

You know, it's the job. I just get so stressed, you know.

You said you'd been with another woman.

I was lying! I just wanted to upset you.

Look...

Can we talk about this later? I've got to go.

Er... I'll get home early and we'll have a nice chat, OK?

I'll make everything all right. Look, here you are...

Why don't you go out and get yourself something nice?

I still can't believe it.

Lucy...dead.

How well did you know her?

I'd only known her for about three months.

The same amount of time she was working with Qestrel. Yes.

You put her there. She was working for you.

She was helping me with a story. What story?

Well, I'd prefer not to talk about that.

Fine, let me help you.

You've been investigating the illegal dumping of toxic waste in Eritrea.

Someone buys dirty fuel.

They wash it, they sell it on for a higher price.

But there are by-products, aren't there?

The process is called caustic washing.

And you thinking Qestrel are the dealers?

I've been trying to find the link, yes. So you sent Lucy in. Yes.

Did you tell her to sleep with Martin Newall?

I knew nothing about that.

You knew her history.

You didn't care how she got hold of her information.

Or what kind of danger she might be in.

People are dying, Mr Travers.

Women and children in Ghinda, Keren and Erota.

Now, I've seen the corpses.

This stuff, this waste product, is killing them.

There are three dates on Lucy's Blackberry.

In January, April and July.

And a name. Agadir.

Does that mean anything to you?

In Morocco? No, I've never been there.

She didn't text it to you? I didn't hear from her.

This came from the Nautical Records Office.

It might help.

His name was Alan.

He was 17 years old, and he had talent.

What a waste!

I wonder - What really scares me is,

I wonder if I was partly responsible.

For him killing himself? But, why?

The business with the book. You were trying to help him.

Was I? Or - Or was I trying to exploit him?

You know...a young offender makes good.

It would have made a great story for the Bookseller.

Maybe I just added to whatever pressure he was feeling.

We're going back to London.

You're leaving Suffolk? Yep.

As soon as the case is over

I'm gonna put the house back on the market.

And Will's agreed? Absolutely.

Well, I think that's wonderful.

You're taking my advice. That's a first!

I'm going back to my old job. It's all sorted.

And what about Will?

He's fine. He's... Oh, he's back to his old self.

He's completely his old self. I don't know what's happened.

It's obvious, isn't it?

It's Spaull!

Spaull started all of this. He nearly destroyed us.

Exactly. And now he's dead.

That's what's made the difference. Can't you see?

Maybe you're right. It's just I didn't see it that way.

That's because you're too kind-hearted, darling.

I'll tell you what, though.

If I'd know it was going to help this much I'd have shot him myself.

I did it.

This wasn't justice.

This was INjustice.

Are you ready? I think so. How about you?

Good. This is all so horrible, I just want it to be over with.

Don't worry. It will be over. Very soon.

Let's go then.

Oh, erm, Martin, there is just one other thing.

Have you ever had any dealings in Eritrea?

Massawa, for example? For Qestrel.

No. We don't even have any contacts there.

You're quite sure? Well, no-one's every mentioned anything to me.

Right, jolly good.

Deep breath now.

So, what's happening with Slater?

Oh, he can go. What, we're not charging him?

Of course we're charging him.

Possession and sale of an illegal firearm. Just...not yet.

Where does that leave us? If he can't identify the man he sold it to we've got nowhere else to go.

Give him a day or two to think about it and maybe he'll change his mind.

What do you mean? Well...

It's funny how little details can come back to you

given the right incentives.

In the next few days you may hear many strange and wonderful versions

of the events surrounding the death

of a young woman in a London hotel room.

But the facts in this case could hardly be more straightforward.

Two people went into that room.

The defendant was one of them.

A man who was having sexual relations

with a girl less than half his age.

Nobody else was there and two hours later the girl was dead.

The police have the murder weapon - one of the victim's own stockings.

And they will show you DNA evidence that it was handled by one man.

Martin Newall.

Miss Wilson went into that hotel room with one purpose.

To extort money from Martin Newall

by blackmailing him about their affair.

And that is why he killed her.

To silence her.

A word.

Three pillars of the prosecution, ladies and gentlemen.

The motive.

The method.

And the complete absence of any possible alternative explanation.

That is what you are here to evaluate today.

I wonder if you have any idea how much trouble you're in, John.

Selling that gun. How much did you make?

Four hundred quid? Peanuts.

These days the law takes a very dim view of trafficking illegal weapons.

I reckon you could be doing years with your record.

Years and years. So?

I can help you get out of it.

You know that bit of bother you had with the drugs thing?

You had a brief from a firm in Deanscourt. So what?

Did you ever meet a man called William Travers?

No. Are you sure about that?

I don't know who you're talking about.

OK.

I'm talking about this man here.

William Travers.

You have told the police

that you saw that Martin Newall had a portable computer with him.

Yes, I saw the case.

It was on the side. It was beside the table.

Was this the case that you saw?

Yes, it was a case like that.

If I place the computer in the case...

Miss Sun-Jung, can you see the computer now?

No.

But it's the same case. It's the same computer.

How could you have seen it in the hotel room?

I was sure I saw it. It was sticking out.

Sticking...out?

Thank you, Miss Sun-Jung.

I've never seen him before.

That night on the docks in Felixstowe.

I told you, I didn't see his face.

Whoever took the gun...he was too far away.

If I knew who it was I would tell you.

That's exactly the point I was gonna make.

If you could help me, I could help you.

For instance, if you were able to identify the man in the hood,

I could get a nice little brown envelope to the judge.

And when it came to sentencing you, you might not even go inside.

But I told you, I didn't see -

Well, John. Let me stop you there, mate.

Let me tell you about this man here.

His name is William Travers, he's a smart-arse lawyer.

He makes a mint out of people like you.

He's rich, he's smug, he's good with words. You know the type.

But let me tell you something else about Mr William Travers.

He was the man who bought the gun.

He killed Phillip Spaull.

How do you know that? I just do. Trust me.