Law & Order: UK

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 offenders.

These are their stories.

You know what Kelly's like. One little quirk in the spatter pattern

and she stays till she's solved the whole crime.

But she left the lab an hour ago. Just here is fine.

I'll be two minutes. Grab that.

Kelly?

Kelly Mahon. Worked in Forensics.

She was supposed to be on a night out with Chloe and Joy

who worked in the same department.

Obviously she never made it.

Hi, Chloe, hi, Joy.

All right, Pete.

We were just talking this morning at the lab. Take your time.

Six stab wounds, all in her chest.

Any sign of a weapon?

Dishwasher was running when Chloe found her.

This knife was in it.

So no chance of any prints on that, then?

All the buttons have been wiped clean, too.

Kelly tried to stop him.

Defensive wounds on both hands.

Looks like she put up a good fight.

Not good enough.

And you were just on a night out?

It was Teddy's birthday so drinks at Zu

and then on to Belgos for food.

Only Kelly never showed? She was finishing off some blood work.

Everyone was getting hungry so I called her about 8:30.

She said she was nipping home in a cab to get changed.

Got any idea which cab firm she used?

Kwik Kall Kabs, we always use the same one.

When the others left for Belgos,

Joy and I went to...

went to see what was keeping her.

Do you know if anyone wanted to hurt Kelly at all?

She have a boyfriend?

She was supposed to be getting married next month

to Tom Hartson.

Kwik Kabs got the call around about 8:30

to pick up a Kelly from the lab and take her home.

Driver dropped her and went on to another pick-up.

You've checked that with the controller? Yep.

And the next pick-up. All checks out.

Maybe he remembers seeing someone hanging around outside the flat?

I dropped her off and watched her go in.

You do that a lot with your passengers, do you?

No.

But I've driven Kelly home before.

So you are on first-name terms?

She booked the cab in her name.

You see anything suspicious? Anyone outside her flat?

Nah. Not that I recall. You went straight to your next pick-up?

Yeah, in Bermondsey.

Is she all right?

Kelly Mahon is dead.

You're joking? No.

OK. We might need to speak to you again.

What do you reckon?

Should get Ange to run some background on him just in case.

I reckon we should go and speak to Kelly Mahon's fiance.

I was working late and... crashing in the office.

You do that often, sleep at work?

No. We just got this big client.

I was under pressure to get their accounts finished.

That's where Kelly and I met.

My firm do the accounts for the lab.

Kelly didn't mind you staying out all night?

She would have ended up crashing at Chloe's talking flowers.

Someone can verify you staying at your work?

I dunno. A security guard maybe? How long till I can come back here?

Could be a week. Kelly had her bag stolen.

If you have a list of contents maybe you know of,

purse, credit cards, that sort of stuff? She had a debit card.

One for our joint savings account. We were saving a house deposit.

Her mates gave her a gift card at her hen party.

That was probably in her purse. Do you know what the gift card was?

Ann Summers, 100 quid. Something for our wedding night.

No, it was a £100 gift card purchased last Monday.

From the Oxford Street branch.

The security guard at Tom Hartson's office

reckoned the place was empty when he locked up at 8:30.

So Tommy wasn't there? No.

When?

All right, I need you to bell me as soon as that is used again.

Cheers.

The gift card was used to purchase a red lace chemise size 10,

whatever that is.

A chemise is a short nightie, my son.

Is there something you want to tell me?

Yeah, brush up on your French.

First Mrs Brooks wore a black lace chemise on our wedding night.

She was a knockout as well. Our killer is on a promise?

Or Tommy boy is trying to throw us off the scent.

Make it look like a robbery. No activity on Kelly's bank card

since the day before yesterday.

But their joint savings account is another matter.

They both put 100 quid in every month, regularly, no withdrawals.

Yet last Tuesday at 11:00am, one of the comes into

the building society and cleans the whole lot out.

We checked her hours with her boss.

Last Tuesday, Kelly was at work all day.

She didn't even take a lunch break.

Then it must have been Mr Hartson the loving fiance.

Why clean out the account before they even got married?

They had a row Thursday lunchtime.

You got any idea why Tom wanted to clear out their savings account?

Is that what he did? Did they row a lot?

A bit. Lately.

Just put it down to pre-wedding nerves.

You thought there was more to it?

A week ago, Kelly got home to find the bedding had been changed.

Sheet, duvet, the lot.

Tom reckoned he'd spilled something over it.

So Kelly thought he'd had company, yeah?

Tom had never changed the sheets in his life.

I suggested she bring the sheet in.

For a test? Yeah.

She did bring the sheet in the day after, but...

as far as I know, she chickened out.

I don't think she wanted to know the truth.

Where is the sheet now? Did she take it back?

No idea. It was in her locker.

You got it?

Yeah.

They look like the perfect couple.

Here we are.

Till death do us part.

Of course the security guard didn't see me. I was asleep on the sofa.

Are you sure that's where you were, Tom?

You didn't go home instead? Get into an argument?

No. But she was angry with you?

We were happy.

Didn't stop you playing away though? I wouldn't. I loved her.

You loved her so much, you had to change the bed sheets?

You know where that bed sheet is now?

It's in our lab being tested.

What are they gonna find, Tom?

A loving fiance or a cheating liar?

Guv wants a word.

Interview suspended at 9:50.

Greenwich just called.

A woman's been attacked outside her flat by a minicab driver.

You think there's a link?

Victim is a temp at the forensic service lab where Kelly worked.

I was working late.

So I didn't want to risk the walk to the tube.

And there was this minicab parked up right near where I work.

He said he'd just dropped someone off.

Can you remember the name of the cab company?

No, I'm sorry.

He took you back to your place, yeah?

I was halfway down the steps to my flat

before I realised he was behind me.

Then the next thing I knew he had me pinned up against the wall.

It's OK.

Take your time.

He said he had a knife.

And that if I didn't do what he wanted, he'd kill me.

And he told me to open the door.

And...

I was so scared I couldn't find my keys.

You're doing really well, Lucy.

He got really angry and...

he ripped the back of my dress.

With a knife.

And...

he started touching me.

This car horn started beeping.

And he just grabbed my bag and ran off.

And...

I heard the cab pull away.

Can you describe the cab?

It was green, I think.

Maybe blue. Did you see his face?

Only for a second or two.

Anything else you can remember at all?

Something that sticks in your mind?

He had these trainers on. They were white with a blue stripe.

And one of them had

orange paint splashed on the toe.

It was on the right foot.

OK. You've done really well.

Thank you, Lucy.

Right, if you'll excuse us.

Looks like the fiance is off the hook.

Yeah, and we've got a cab driver out there preying on young women.

He pinned me up against that wall.

And if it hadn't been for that car horn...

If we ever find the driver, you can thank him.

Why don't we get the SOCO's down here?

He might have dropped something.

I heard that blood expert from work died. Is it the same bloke?

Could be. You said you lost your keys?

Do you think they were in your bag?

Yeah, definitely. I was all fingers and thumbs.

Oh, god, do you think he's got them?