(train rumbling) (sirens wailing) (door creaks) (phone ringing) - I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever see you again.

- I was too bloody cross, Mark.

110%, that's what you told me.

- Yeah, and I meant it.

We were that confident.

- Just don't understand how 12 people could be so stupid.

How much more evidence did they need?

- Yeah, I was a shocked as you were.

I've never seen anything like it.

Any other jury in the land, they would've convicted him.

- I took for granted that me daughters would outlive me.

I took for granted that a killer would be found guilty.

I can't take nothing for granted no more.

- Things will be different at the retrial.

We'll get him this time.

(vehicle rumbling) - We've now heard that every fingerprint on that key was, in fact, yours.

Added to the fibres from your rugby jersey, the DNA from your hair and semen found on the blanket, I would argue it proves an irrefutable forensic link between you and the crime scene.

- The stains you're talking about must've been from like several weeks earlier when I had sex with Julie.

Like I said, I never went to her place on the night she died and you can't prove that I did.

- You have already admitted to being drunk.

- Right.

- After being thrown out of the rugby club for inappropriate behaviour with a stripper, you were in something of a sexual frenzy, weren't you?

- I like a drink every once in a while.

So what?

It's not a crime.

I bet most of us here do, right?

Yeah, and I like sex too.

And guess what?

That's not illegal either, last time I checked.

- No, but you went to Julie's house expecting sex (Charlie speaking faintly) and your ego couldn't handle being rejected, could it?

- 20 months I've been persecuted by police.

I've been kept away from me children, me girlfriend- - You are here to answer my questions, not to showboat!

When Julie Hogg spurned your sexual advances, you flew into a murderous rage, didn't you?

You lost control, didn't you?

(gentle tense music) - It's true that I liked Julie.

I really did, but I was never there that night.

I was framed.

(tense music) (people murmuring faintly) (gentle suspenseful music) (people chattering) - Just to let you know the jury's back.

- Thank you.

(gentle suspenseful music) - Upon the judge's earlier direction that he will accept a majority verdict on which at least 10 of you are agreed, have you reached such a verdict?

Please answer yes or no.

(gentle anxious music) - No.

- Oh, yes.

- [Judge] Order.

- [Charlie] What does that mean now?

- Members of the jury, since this is the second time we've had a mistrial, I must direct you to return a not guilty verdict.

- [Mark] I'm afraid it's over.

- No, it's not, Mark.

- How can they do that?

- [William] Ashamed of yourselves.

- Since the jury have delivered a not guilty verdict, you are formally acquitted of the murder of Julie Hogg and may leave the dock a free man.

- Thank you, Judge.

- No, no, no.

He murdered our daughter!

How can you let him walk free?

- All rise.

- How much more evidence did you need?

Don't walk away.

Don't walk away!

No!

Stop!

He's getting away with murder.

Get away from me.

- I know you- - No, you listen- - [Mark] Ann, I know you loved her- - Look if the police had done their job he, (sobbing) oh, god.

- Ann, Ann, how about we get you some help?

- I believe you best leave us, Mark.

(dramatic solemn music) (Ann continues sobbing) - I really thought this was it this time, Charlie.

- Why couldn't the jury see what everyone else could?

- None of it makes any sense.

None of it.

(solemn music) - We gave it our best shot.

(solemn music continues) (solemn music fades) ("Pictures of You") ♪ I been looking so long at these pictures of you ♪ ♪ That I almost believe that they're real ♪ ♪ I've been living so long with my pictures of you ♪ ♪ That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel ♪ (music fades) - [TV Reporter] More than 2.5 million people now out of work.

The government has been accused of failing to address the growing concerns of working class families and pressure is mounting (doorbell rings) for action.

- [TV Announcer] Be one of the great- - Don't have to keep checking in on me, Charlie.

I'm fine.

- I'm not checking on you.

I'm just out of tea bags is all.

- [TV Reporter] Both sides of the debate- - [Charlie] Ta.

- In the days leading up to the vote and we'll hear more on the response of John Major on the draught treaty in tomorrow night's show.

We now cross to our Middle Eastern correspondent for an update on the situation in the Gulf.

- My, um, my nurse manager wants me to make an appointment with the staff psychologist.

- [TV Reporter] As the buildup to military action continues- - You really think it will help?

- I keep seeing him, Charlie; at the launderette, Kev's school or the, the supermarket checkout.

I'm scared that I'm losing my mind.

- You're not losing your mind, love.

- At this point, I'm willing to try anything.

Witch doctors, crystals, magic beans.

- Thank you, Allison.

- Anything.

- [TV Reporter] In a special report, we hear from a man who has spent almost two years behind bars for a crime he didn't commit.

- Jesus Christ, it's him!

- Bastard!

(tea splashing) - No, no-no, wait, leave it on.

I wanna hear what he has to say for himself.

- Are you sure?

- Turn it up.

- [TV Reporter] You've been released, do you have a message for the Cleveland police?

- The police have been pointing the finger at me for 20 months.

They found out it was in the wrong direction.

- I'm turning it off.

- No-no-no, wait.

Please.

- [TV Reporter] Will you be seeking recompense?

Compensation of any kind?

- Well I, I feel like I should be given something for the 20 months I spent behind bars for something I haven't done.

- [Charlie] Ugh.

(button clicks) (gentle suspenseful music) (water splashing) (people chattering faintly) (distant clattering) - This is Darren.

He needs his dressings changed and two more paracetamol at half passed.

See you in a bit.

- Hey, Darren.

How are you feeling today?

Huh?

Let's have a look.

Oh, I reckon you could use some new dressings.

Let's get this started, eh?

Okay?

(people chattering faintly) (phone buzzing) Now let's see.

Get those taken off of you, yeah?

(intense dramatic music) (Ann screams) (utensils clattering) - [Ann] Stop.

(yelling) Can somebody get me- - Ann.

- Get him off me!

No!

Oh, help me!

- It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's me.

(Ann panting) I'll get you some help.

- I'm sorry.

Oh god, I'm sorry.

(panting) - How far away are they?

- I'll show you.

- [TV Narrator] And off he flew- (urgent knocking) (doorbell ringing) - They'd come.

- Here we go again.

(urgent knocking) - [Kevin] There's someone at the door.

(door clicks) (phone ringing) (TV narrator chatting faintly) (phone ringing continues) - Hello.

Hold on, Mark, I'll see.

It's Mark Braithwaite.

I'm sorry, Mark.

She's, sick leave, yes.

I'll tell her you called again.

Ta-ra.

(phone receiver bangs) It isn't his fault.

Hi, Kev.

- Hi, granddad.

- You coming with me?

- What?

- Church?

- [Ann] (scoffs) Why?

- [Cartoon Character] We'll make sure we look both ways.

- What about you, Kev?

- [Kevin] Do I have to?

- I suppose not.

(faint chattering on TV) What's happened to you?

- What?

I thought you'd be glad of the peace and quiet.

- I don't like the thought of you being on your own here like this.

Are you eating properly?

- Yeah, I'm, I'm fine, Charlie.

- You can't just give up, love.

- Why not?

You gave up months ago.

- [Cartoon Character] Come on.

(speaking faintly) - I'll see you later.

I'll come by tomorrow and cook for you.

- [TV Narrator] One by one, (door bangs) gulls made their way across.

(Ann exhales) (branches rustling) (gentle anxious music) (children chattering) - Kevin.

Kevin, love, your shoe lace's undone.

Come on.

Careful, don't run.

Good boy.

(children chattering) (birds chirping) - What number's my mommy's house?

- It's 52, love.

Why?

- No reason.

Just wondered.

(children chattering) (birds chirping) - Hi, Kev.

- Hi, Uncle Gary.

- Hiya, Mum.

- Hi, love.

(children laughing) (children chattering) Everything all right?

- Yeah, of course.

Ran into, uh, Michelle from the hairdresser's.

She said she hadn't seen you in months.

- Yeah, I don't go there anymore, it's um- - Why not?

(children giggling) You can't let him take over your life, Mum.

- It's just the thought of bumping into him.

I can't do it, love.

Even in the middle of the day when it's full of people.

- That's actually kinda why I'm here, Mum.

You saw him?

- Not me.

Suzy Allen did, in a pub in town.

- And?

(tense brooding music) - She heard him boasting about how he killed our Julie and got away with it.

- Boasting to who?

- Just anyone that'd listen, apparently.

Look I wouldn't have told you, but they must be able to get him for this, right?

- Watch Kevin for a minute, will you?

- Where you going, Mum?

Mum!

- The nerve of that man.

- He's laughing at us, Mark.

Look, I'm sure Angela's friend'll testify in court, if she needs to, you know.

We, we've known the family a long time.

What?

(phone ringing faintly) - I'm sorry, Ann, thought you knew.

- Knew what?

- The double jeopardy law prevents us from doing any more, I'm afraid.

- Double jeopardy?

What, what is double jeopardy?

- It's a law which stops a person being tried twice for the same crime.

Because the jury were directed to acquit him last time, he can't be tried again, unfortunately.

- (scoffs) Are you, you joking?

He's going around bragging about killing me daughter and he can't be done for it?

- Not according to the law, no.

It's been that way for 800 years, ever since the Magna Carta.

(Ann scoffs) It is not what we wanted, Ann, I know.

We just have to hope he gets caught for something else.

- So how can that possibly be right?

(gasps) How can the man who killed my little girl, who's bragging about killing her, be free to keep on living his life?

No!

- I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm, Ann, I'm sorry.

And look, (sighs) I want you to know that even though that the case is closed, I'll always be here for you.

- No, I- - Anytime you need me, I- - [Ann] Ridiculous!

(heels clicking) Don't need you now!

Useless!

(heels clicking) (door slams) (food sizzling) You can't go to jail in a civil trial, apparently.

Best we can hope for is him having to pay compensation.

- It doesn't give us the one bloody thing we need, does it?

- Well, I'm angry too, Charlie.

- They think they can just pay us off?

This is, bullshit!

(gentle suspenseful music) - Charlie?

Charlie?

(Charlie panting) You okay, Charlie?

What?

(utensils clattering) Charlie!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Charlie!

Oh, my god.

Oh please, god.

Charlie no, please no.

Oh, shit.

(intense dramatic music) (liquid boiling) (intense dramatic music) (dial tone beeping) - [Operator] Emergency.

Which your service?

- [Ann] I need an ambulance.

I think my husband's having a heart attack.

- [Operator] All right, my love, can you give me your address?

- [Ann] I'm at 37 Westbury Road, Billingham.

Please hurry!

- [Operator] All right, an ambulance is on it's way to you now.

- [Ann] Charlie, please come on.

I can't lose you.

- [Operator] I'll stay on the line and talk you through exactly what I need you to do.

- [Ann] Okay.

(intense dramatic music fades) (monitor beeping) (people chattering faintly) - You were incredible they said.

So calm and assured.

- (chuckles) It was a bollocks.

God, you scared the bejesus out of me.

- Uh, sorry about that.

- Look, you've gotta start taking things easy.

And that means cutting back your hours on the food truck.

Please.

I mean it, Charlie.

I couldn't bare to lose you.

- We need the money.

- Bugger than money.

Life is about the people that you love.

That's all that matters.

- It's good to have you back.

(monitor beeping) (people chattering) - Look, I've been thinking.

It, it seemed silly both of us paying rent, you know.

So I was thinking we could move back in together.

- You mean that?

- Course I do.

And then not just to look after you, you know.

I thought maybe we could start over.

(people chattering faintly) (monitor beeping) - Then I want you to promise me something.

Uh, you know me.

I'm not a fighter.

It's something I worked out a long time ago.

Julie's gone and there's nothing we can do to bring her back.

It's not fair.

But we need to try and move on.

Both of us.

(Ann sighing) I know, love.

But you've got to find a way somehow.

(gentle melancholy music) - What if I can't?

- Then I'm scared we might not make it, you and me.

(gentle melancholy music) - Okay, I promise.

(gentle melancholy music) (birds chirping) (gentle anxious music) (dogs barking) (anxious music) (doorbell buzzing) ♪ Out on the road before sunrise ♪ ♪ Another town left behind ♪ ♪ Hoping not to travel on this ♪ (door clicks) (Ann muttering faintly) - I'm home.

- One, two, three, four, back, six, seven, eight.

Behind, 10, 12, 13, (speaking faintly) ("End of the Road") Back, two, three, four (speaking faintly).

(faint country music) Jesus Christ, Charlie!

- Sorry, love.

(Ann sighs) What on earth are you doing?

- Nothing, I'm, uh... - Doesn't look like nothing.

- [Ann] I'm just, I've started taking the evening classes.

- In what?

- Line dancing.

Don't you laugh.

- Oh, whatever floats your boat, love.

(clears throat) - It's the counting, you see.

It, you've really gotta concentrate.

- Right.

- (sighs) It's the only thing that takes my mind off it all.

(children chattering faintly) - [Charlie] Listen, love.

I know I haven't- (doorbell ringing) (birds squawking) - Hi, Nana.

- Bev, uh, what's happened?

- I found him on his own outside your Julie's old house.

He was ever so polite, bless him.

- Come here.

- He said he wanted to have a look around.

I think he wanted to remember his mom.

Can you go inside, darling?

We'll, we'll ring your dad and let him know.

Thanks for bringing him back, Bev.

- No problem.

- It's not safe to be out there on your own, love.

I would've taken you round there.

- I'm sorry.

- You're not to do that again.

You understand?

You're speak to us first or your dad.

- Look, um, just because your mum's not around anymore, I'll always be there for you, you know that?

And your granddad too.

(traffic noise droning) (clock ticking) - Nana?

- Yes, love.

- [Kevin] Did mommy really slip in the bath?

(Ann sighs) (clock ticking) - Uh, yeah.

- And is that how she died?

- [Ann] That's right.

She slipped and she hit her head.

- Yeah.

- Can I go and play in my room now?

- Of course you can, poppet.

- I'll take you home to your dad's later.

- [Kevin] Okay?

(footsteps plodding) - One day he'll be old enough to do his own digging.

- We won't let it get to that stage.

- I can't bear it, Charlie.

I hate lying to him.

- It's better than the truth.

(clock ticking) (birds chirping) (traffic noise droning) (pendulum ticking) (suspenseful music) (Ann panting) (loud fluttering) (Ann gasps) (loud clattering) - Charlie, Charlie, wake up.

- Oh, what is it?

- I think there's someone in the house.

Wait-wait.

I didn't imagine it.

(Charlie sighs) (loud clattering) - See?

- Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Okay.

- Oh, god.

What if it's him, Charlie?

- [Charlie] It's all right.

- Cha- - It's all right, love.

(panting) You're to stay there.

- [Ann] Be careful, Charlie.

(door creaks) - I'll be fine.

(footsteps plodding) (suspenseful music) Hello?

Who's there?

(suspenseful music) - [Ann] Charlie?

(objects clattering) (Charlie groans) Charlie?

(dramatic suspenseful music) (Charlie panting) (suspenseful music swells) (wings fluttering) - Bloody hell!

(objects clattering) - Ooh!

(wings fluttering) Ch-Charlie, stop!

- Oh, he wants to say hello to you, doesn't he?

(laughs) - Oh!

- Oh, oh-oh-oh.

Oh, oh.

(wings fluttering) (glasses tinkling) - Oh!

- All right, I've got you.

It's all right.

Uncle's got you.

It's alright.

(bird cooing) All right, back to the wilds for you.

(wings fluttering) (door creaking) (Charlie chuckling) (Ann sobbing) Hey, hey.

It's all right.

- [Ann] (sobbing) Oh no, it's not.

- It's just a bird.

It's all right.

- I don't feel safe here.

(panting) - [Charlie] It's all right.

- I can't live in fear of him, Charlie.

(sobbing) - [Charlie] I know.

(Ann whimpering) (birds chirping) (traffic noise droning) (door lock clicks) (door creaks) - [Ann] Thanks for doing this, Mark.

I couldn't ask Charlie.

- [Mark] No, of course you couldn't.

(door bangs) - My therapist thinks it would be good for me.

He reckons it's the key to ending the nightmares.

- Yeah.

Let's hope so.

Well, you, you know, you don't have to do this.

It's- - I do.

I need to move on with me life.

- Well, I'm here if you need me.

(Ann inhales deeply) (heels clicking) (traffic noise droning faintly) (distant rumbling) (traffic noise droning) - I don't know what I was expecting.

I'm just feeling numb.

And that bastard is still out there.

How did he get away with it?

(sighs) - This was a big step, Ann.

- You're the only one who even gives me the time of day.

Everyone else treats me like I'm so crazy woman.

- You're not crazy.

- The DCC doesn't even respond to my calls anymore.

It's like I'm screaming into the void.

I can't just sit around and wait for him to kill somebody else.

- Have tried Frank Cook, our MP?

He's a good man and he is not part of the police force.

- What do you mean?

- If the water's polluted, go higher upstream.

(dog barking) - Ann, wa-wait, - I just wanna hear what he has to say, that's all.

- Just promise not to make a scene.

- I won't.

- Okay?

- [Simpson] It's not just one or two potholes, man.

It's the whole of Marsh House Avenue.

- He's right.

- Why is nothing being done about them?

- [Frank] I understand.

- [Simpson] You should come see for yourself.

- I promised to look into this for you, Mr.

Simpson, and I will.

Now, are there any last questions before we wind up proceedings?

- Yeah, I have a question.

- Yes.

How can I help?

- There's a murderer walking the streets of Billingham and nobody seems interested in doing anything about it.

(others murmuring faintly) - It, it's Mrs.

Ming, isn't it?

- That's right.

Can I begin by saying how much I admire your courage for coming here this evening?

Have you spoken to the police about your concerns?

- The police are sick of the sight of me.

- I'm sorry to hear that, Mrs.

Ming.

But my suggestion would be- - Look, do you have any idea how it feels to be completely ignored?

No.

Nothing's changed.

Nobody's been punished.

No one's lost their job.

Well, I've lost my daughter!

- Please, Ann.

- No, this isn't just about our Julie.

It's about anybody with a daughter.

There's a killer in our community and it's only a matter of time before he murders some other poor girl.

You are our MP, Mr.

Cook.

You're supposed to serve us.

So I would like to know what it is you're gonna do about it?

- [Attendee] Yes.

(others murmuring faintly) - First of all, let me say I completely understand your frustration and I want to help you if I can.

Although I can't interfere with the legal process, I'm gonna have a word with the Deputy Chief Constable.

At the very least, he should be meeting with you and listening to your concerns.

- Thank you.

- [Frank] Leave it with me.

(clock ticking) (children chattering faintly) - Hope you don't mind my being in uniform.

- You could be sitting there in your Y-fronts for all I care.

- The point is you're here.

- I owe you an apology.

You should never be made to feel like you weren't being listened to.

- That must have been quite the bollocking Frank Cook gave you.

Look, I wanna know what you're doing to get that monster off the streets.

Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like bugger all.

- Whilst you have my utmost sympathy, Mrs.

Ming, and those are my colleagues, I'm afraid there's nothing more that can be done.

He's been acquitted.

Whether we like it or not, that's the bottom line.

- But I need you to do something about the fact that he is still out there.

- We can't keep going after a man for something the courts said he didn't do.

or something he might do in the future.

- Look I am telling you now, unless he's taken off the streets he's gonna do harm to someone else.

He's a psychopath.

Tell him, Charlie, - He's apologised to us, love.

Isn't that what we wanted?

- Well, you can put your shoes back on and leave.

(clock ticking) - Right.

- Useless as always.

(door clicks) (gentle upbeat music) (gulls squawking) (waves crashing) (gentle upbeat music) (birds squawking) - [Charlie] We should do this more often.

- We'll get fat.

- Be worth it, though.

(people chattering) - [Vendor] I'll get it for you.

- Ah.

- You're tripping.

Look.

- [Charlie] Oh, yeah.

I'll try your flavour.

- I'll get us a napkin.

(children laughing) Could I just grab a napkin?

Thank you.

- Of course, you can, Miss.

- [Ann] Thanks so much.

No, no.

No.

(lid creaks) (lid bangs) Oh, my god.

- What is I, love?

What's wrong?

- (sighs) I told them they wouldn't listen.

- Jesus Christ!

(sighs) - [Ann] I'm gonna find out when the trial is.

- Ann.

- I am going, Charlie.

(gentle tense music) - [Charlie] You can't go on your own.

We'll both go.

(anxious music) (children chattering) - Every time that man is in a courtroom, I want him to see us there watching him.

Never forget and never forgive him until he pays for what he's done or until he dies, whichever comes first.

(gentle anxious music) - [Judge] Your attack on Christopher Harris was completely unprovoked.

Nearly every bone in his face was broken.

Your attack on Lisa White left her with a collapsed lung and was equally vicious and unprovoked.

Both of them were very fortunate to have survived.

Considering the severity of these attacks and your previous record of violent offences, I have decided on a custodial sentence no shorter than seven years.

- Seven years?

He snapped a baseball bat over a month's face, for God's sake.

He stabbed that poor woman 13 times with an oven fork.

- At least he's locked up.

- Yeah, for now, maybe.

- Come on, let's go for a drink and celebrate.

- No.

Only when he gets what he deserves.

- I thought the whole idea was to get him off the streets.

If we can't treat this like a victory, then what are we even doing this for?

- For Justice, Charlie.

For justice.

(gentle solemn music) (birds chirping) Hello, Mark.

- Charlie said you'd be here.

- Yeah, uh.

(birds chirping) (leaves rustling) - We got news from Moorland Prison.

- If he's topped himself, I'll not pretend to be sad.

- He's still very much alive.

In fact, he seems to think that he's invincible.

He sent a death threat to his ex-girlfriend, Lisa White.

Said that when he gets out, he'll do to her what he did to Julie.

And he's been spouting his mouth off to anyone who'll listen.

- About killing Julie?

- Yes.

This could be great for us, Ann.

- Why, no different to him bragging to his mates down the pub?

- Oh, it's very different because one of the people he was spouting off to was a female warden and she's agreed to wear a wire.

(gentle suspenseful music) He's sharing details that only the killer would know.

(team chattering faintly) Now if she can get him to confess on tape to Julie's murder, it's irrefutable proof that he lied under oath at both trials.

We can get him for perjury.

(lock clanks) I know it's not a murder charge, (buzzer blaring) (lock clanks) but it will keep him off the streets.

- [William] I know a lot of people didn't think it was me.

You know, they could've understood if she'd been beaten to death, you know, like got black eyes, that sort of thing.

But that wasn't out, no black eyes or anything.

- [Warden] Why'd you kill her for?

- Ah, I'd had a good skinful that night.

Uh, I seen the lights on at Julie's.

So I went round and, uh, I knocked on the door.

She started taking the meat out of us.

So I just, I, I just lost it.

Got a hold of her and I started- (button clicks) - (sniffles) Is it all there?

His confession, I mean?

- Yeah, we've got hours and hours of tape on him.

- How did he do it?

- As we suspected he choked her.

It was over quickly.

- And the, uh, and the injuries?

- Well, that was the only part you didn't talk about, so.

- Why?

Why?

- He left, uh, Sean Fowler's house just after 2:00 AM and after Julie rejected his sexual advances and after his cut face, you know, I'll beat you up, that kind of thing, uh, he went berserk and totally lost- - I don't, I don't need to hear anymore.

(people chattering faintly) (footsteps plodding) 'Cause as they say a man's greatest fear is a woman laughing at him.

The woman's greatest fear is a man killing her.

(hammer banging) (machinery whirring) - [Charlie] What you doing there, love.

- Mark wants me to write something called a victim impact statement.

- What's that?

- Well, it's some trial scheme they're doing.

It's a chance for me to explain the judge in detail, how we've been affected, you know, as a family.

- Are you sure you're up to that?

- Well, he says it could make a big difference when it comes to the severity of the sentence.

And I want that bastard put away for as long as possible, hmm.

- What is the maximum sentence for perjury?

- Seven years.

But because he lied under oath at both trials, he could get 14, potentially.

Added to the seven he's already got.

- [Charlie] 21 years is basically a life sentence.

It's no less than he deserves.

- It's, it's not the way I wanted it.

- By hook or by crook, right?

- Yeah.

You're right.

(heels clicking) (people chattering faintly) - This is very thorough.

Thank you.

- Well, his perjury trial is next week, so you know, I wanna make sure it gets to the judge in time.

- Um-hmm, of course.

Shall we?

- Yeah.

Wait, oh, I want your assurance.

- Don't worry.

We'll see to it.

Thank you, Mrs.

Ming.

- Thank you.

(people chattering) (gentle suspenseful music) - Thanks for coming, Mark.

It means a lot.

- Of course.

Think positive.

- He's coming.

He's coming.

(gentle suspenseful music) Look at the state of him.

Another 14 years might just finish him off.

(gentle suspenseful music) - Look at that.

(suspenseful music continues) - Never before has anyone confessed to murder in a court of law, having previously been acquitted.

The honesty and courage this man has shown- - What?

- In facing up to his crime is unequalled in the British legal system.

And the reason this man is pleading guilty to perjury is because he is full of remorse for his crime.

- (scoffs) He'll be wanting a bloody night out next.

(people murmuring faintly) - My Lord, if the defendant had felt remorse after killing Julie, why did he go to so much trouble to hide the body under the bath?

If he felt any pity for her family during those three months when they were so desperately waiting for her to come home, he would've made an anonymous phone call to the police telling them where to find the body.

He did no such thing.

The Crown's case is that had he not committed perjury at the original trials, he would've been convicted of murder.

Though the court does not have the legal power to sentence him for this more serious crime, I would ask My Lord to consider that Julie Hogg and her family have been denied justice.

They look to the court today to pass a lengthy sentence that reflects that fact.

- Defendant will rise.

You put considerable effort in trying to avoid detection both before and after you murdered Julie Hogg.

You lied when arrested and you continued to lie when under oath during the trials in May and October 1991.

You have irretrievably damaged the lives of Julie's friends and family.

You even had the audacity to go on television and ask for financial compensation.

On the count of perjury, you will be imprisoned for six years to be served consecutive to your current sentence which means you will not start this sentence until your current sentence comes to an end.

- Six years?

It's nothing.

- Take him down.

(audience chattering faintly) - Six years?

(Mark and Charlie chatting faintly) - [Charlie] Just, just forget about (speaking faintly).

(Mark speaking faintly) (people murmuring) - [Charlie] It's six years (speaking faintly).

(suspenseful music) - You murdering bastard!

- Order!

- What are you doing?

- [Ann] Six years for murdering my daughter!

- Oh-oh.

- I'll see you rot in hell, you bastard!

Get off me!

See you rot in hell!

- Get her off.

- You'll rot in hell.

- Order!

I will have order in this courtroom!

- Let me at him!

No, I- Get off me!

(people clamouring) Get off me!

I'll see you rot in hell!

You bastard!

- Come on.

Easy.

- [Ann] (crying) Get your hands off me.

- Thanks.

Thanks.

- I suppose we're lucky they didn't hold you in contempt of court or whatever.

- If that's all he's gonna get for perjury, Charlie, we, we've got to get him for murder.

And we've gotta get that law changed.

- But it's never gonna happen I'm afraid, Ann.

- Why not?

- I told you.

Double jeopardy is an ancient law.

Look you're.

you're just wasting your time.

- Says who?

- For god's sake, would you listen to the man?

He knows what he's talking about.

- What are you taking his side for?

You're supposed to be on my side.

- It's not about sides, love.

I just can't bear to see you throwing your heart and soul into a battle you're going to lose.

- Uh, I don't care if you're with me or not.

As long as there's breath in my lungs, I'm gonna fight for our daughter.

I will not let him win.

- Ann!

- What?

- [Charlie] Believe me, I want justice just as badly as you do.

(sighs) But can't you see that it's over?

We fought for our lives but the bottom line is we've been dealt a shite hand and there's no changing it.

Not now, not ever.

(gentle solemn music) - Everyone's always telling me, let justice run its course.

Have faith in the system.

Well, I'm fed up, Charlie.

The system is rotten and I am gonna do something about it.

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