Episode 3 Public Enemies

This programme contains some strong language.

-For the last ten years, you did it.

-Look, I'm no risk to him, to others. It's the other way round.

You increased your risk to the public, Eddie, not me.

It's them I've got to protect. Not you.

They're going to categorise me as high-risk. If I do anything about being innocent, I go back to prison.

-I'm sorry for the way things have turned out.

-It's not your fault.

One night I had a row with Georgia cos she'd been two-timing me,

the rest you know.

I know who she went with. Ben Somers.

I didn't kill Georgia Whiteley!

A 25-year sentence for something I didn't do,

and I'm telling the whole world now!

I'm telling you all!

Eddie, do you have your list of stressful situations?

Paula getting to know me, Paula trusting me,

Paula taking me for cake on my birthday and making me feel

like I mattered! And now I don't! I confessed to you!

-And now you've taken my life away from me!

-Recall him to prison!

I haven't managed a problem... I've created one.

Did you ever believe he was innocent?

That's beside the point.

-Is it?

-It's irrelevant.

-Are you encouraging me to take it further?

-I'm not supposed to do that.

Do you believe me?

I believe you. I think you're innocent.

I believe you, Eddie.

I know nothing seems to be on the horizon job-wise,

but on the upside, Mr Stiles gave you a tremendous reference,

and the fact that you're willing to work part-time

is definitely going to work in your favour.

What about the other thing?

What other thing?

That you believe me.

Yes, I do. But what do you think that changes, Eddie?

I'm still your Probation Officer, you still report to me,

and my senior is five yards away on the other side of that window.

So nothing changes?

Look, I'm going to try and make life easier for you.

I'm going to ask about your risk level being downgraded.

Right(!)

What d'you mean "right"? I'm trying to help you here!

-I'm innocent, Paula! That's the help I need!

-Keep your voice down.

I was buzzing that you believed me, but I can't just leave it at that.

I suppose you have to. That's all you can do.

But me and Kelly...we've got to take it further, you know?

Cos if someone like you believes me, then the Law will.

You make life hard for yourself, don't you?

At least you know you've had one.

-Marion?

-Yes.

We talked about having Eddie Mottram reassessed as medium-risk.

YOU talked about it.

Yeah.

Has he acknowledged his guilt yet?

No. But if we gave him more freedom, he'd have something else

to concentrate on. At the minute, it's him against the world.

If we gave him more freedom, he might do something we'd all regret.

Prove he's innocent?

Yeah! That'd be you out of a job, wouldn't it?

Look, Paula, it's him that has to change.

You've just got to make him see he's got no choice.

Keep up the good work(!)

It's what you had to come back and prove, isn't it? That you could.

He stays high-risk.

-She believes me?

-She believes you, but she ain't going to do anything about it?

It's not her job, is it? It's our job.

Yeah.

Where do we start?

I'm only looking.

It's not your problem.

I just want to be able to give him some advice.

-So long as you're not committing yourself.

-I'll leave it up to him.

Come and eat, come on.

I'm only trying to help, OK?

So what DID happen?

The police were called to a disturbance,

he was arrested but released.

No charges pressed.

Are you sending him back to prison?

This time...this time, we feel a warning is sufficient.

Is he losing it?

I've come to be transparent with you about him,

-but I can't answer questions...

-Is he still saying he's innocent?

Yeah, yes.

Do you believe him?

I haven't behaved like someone who believes him.

But do you?

No.

Right.

The bastard can lie as much as he likes.

Nobody's going to believe him.

I'm going upstairs.

You got a headache?

Yeah, I do.

Thanks for not pressing charges.

A way of making amends, I guess.

Did the police ever question you?

I slept with her, Eddie. I didn't kill her.

-Look, Eddie, I've got my surgery.

-Course you do.

When you went home last night, to your wife and kids,

did you explain how you got those marks on your face?

I told her a patient attacked me.

A patient I'd been treating for mental health issues.

Nice. I wish I'd learned to blame stuff on other people.

-Right, so postcode.

-Yep, yep.

-Quickly.

-Why quickly?

-Right, so scroll down.

-Do what?

Scroll... Look.

There's loads of 'em.

Start writing them down, Mum.

Yeah. Yeah, all right, you call 'em out and I'll write 'em down.

Kelly ain't getting anywhere. She's written loads of letters

to different solicitors. They don't want to know

or don't bother replying.

-What's she saying to them?

-Here you are.

It's handwritten.

All of them have been handwritten.

It's got to say more than this.

It's got to say more about the facts of what happened that night.

There's not enough to go on, to get them interested in.

I could tell 'em - if they'd let me get me foot in the door.

I'll come to the hostel.

Why?

So I can help you write it up properly.

Thank you.

I understand you having to visit him during the first few weeks,

but why are you still coming, Paula?

I'm supervising a high-risk offender.

In this hostel, he's my offender, he's under my scrutiny.

So why are you still going out of your way?

I didn't realise you felt so possessively about him.

I'm asking you why you are.

Don't expect you'll need long, will you?

We were parked up at the back of the football fields.

All of a sudden, she's like, "Use a condom."

I said, "What you talking about?"

We'd been going out six months. She was on the pill.

-I couldn't understand it. I didn't even bloody have one!

-But she did?

Yeah, she'd bought them.

I refused.

The sex was...crap. She was...

quiet, scared.

And then I tumbled it.

She'd been going with someone else.

You know, she was worried that she might give me a dose.

-Look, I'm sorry if this is...

-What?

..sordid.

It's the truth.

I went ape-shit anyway.

Did you hit her?

I lunged across to her. Pulled her hair.

We were screaming at each other.

She got out of the car, then I got out of the car after her.

Then she turned round on me and scratched me face.

I called her a bitch. Then she went to run off,

the heel of her shoe broke off. I started laughing.

I was like, "Serves you right, you fucking skank bitch!"

And then I drove off. Left her there. Drove around.

-While Georgia...?

-I don't know, do I?

Someone else came along, didn't they?

I should have driven back, shouldn't I?

-Cos you wanted to forgive her?

-No!

-Cos you loved her?

-No, don't!

-Don't what?

-Don't put words in my mouth, Paula!

I never wanted to see that whore again, OK?

She'd cheated on me.

And you never did see her again, did you? The whore.

That's how the Old Bill spoke to me!

You wanted the truth, didn't you? I'm giving it to you!

-Why do you wish you'd gone back?

-It doesn't matter. I just do, that's all.

-I'm supposed to be helping you.

-I don't like the way you're looking at me.

Like you're changing your mind about me. Cos I couldn't handle that, Paula.

I wouldn't change my mind twice. But you don't want to give me the truth.

You might not like me any more!

This isn't a date.

Just tell me how you felt.

I wished that I'd gone back to her, because then I'd have saved myself, wouldn't I?

I didn't wish her dead, but when I was arrested,

I thought I was the tragedy, you know?

You were a selfish, narcissistic, nasty piece of work.

Like still being in the same room as me?

You were a boy.

Please think I'm different now.

Please.

'I lunged across to her. Pulled her hair.

'We were screaming at each other. She got out of the car,

'then I got out of the car after her.'

'Then she turned round on me and scratched me face.

'I called her a bitch. Then she went to run off, the heel of her shoe...'

Leaving it up to him again?

What?

Leaving it up to him again, are you?

He hasn't got a computer. He can't type anyway,

AND they need to get a solicitor interested.

Let's hope they do.

'..serves you right, you fucking skank bitch!'

'And then I drove off. Left her there.'

I get a lot of letters.

You learn to separate the wheat from the chaff.

This was interesting. Compelling.

Having said that, it is a lot of time and manpower,

which wouldn't be a problem if there was proper funding for...

a case like this.

A case like this?

It's easier to defend a case the first time round.

You just have to knock down the prosecution's case.

Here, we would have to prove that if there had been X or Y,

then the outcome would have been Z.

-And...

-And what?

..you did confess.

Yes, but you wouldn't have agreed to see us

if you didn't think there was something in it.

-Get the case papers from Brotherton.

-And you'll look through 'em?

You're going to have to. Hopefully, you can bring me back something.

How will they know what to find?

Anything that wasn't done properly, anything that wasn't done at all.

Anything that can get you a defence, Eddie.

This is great, Eddie.

Yes.

All right.

You're a big kid.

-I can't feel me neck.

-Shh.

Hang on. Right, come on.

-Is it clear?

-It's clear!

These two have got me on Facebook. What's my status?

Desperate.

Liberty!

-Here you go, Paula.

-Oh, thank you.

So, how are we going to make sense of this lot, then?

Well, we should start by putting it in date order.

May take a while.

Look on the bright side. Won't take ten years, will it?

My freedom might be in there somewhere.

Eddie, this might not work out. We could be doing all this for nothing.

You've got to be ready for that.

I am. I've signed up for a part-time course

out of that booklet you gave me.

Horticulture. Got to have a plan B, yeah?

If I can't get justice, I'll try and get an NVQ instead.

Right, come on you two! Let's get these in order.

Right.

-Trevor?

-Trevor now am I?

-Have you got a minute?

-Not really. Got an assault.

It's tricky. You may not even want to help me cos it's confidential.

-What's confidential?

-If Eddie Mottram is active in his appeal,

then that's a breach of his licence, isn't it?

-His sister's asked for the papers, but he's not active through me.

-OK.

Pushing his luck, isn't he?

Exactly. Did you ever look into a defence yourself?

I had a paralegal look into it but nothing.

The paralegal never found anything that would stand up?

Against DNA, motive and the last person to be seen with her?

No, nothing at all. But I got him leniency, didn't I?

10 years instead of 25.

Cheeky buggers are never satisfied, are they?

Thanks.

-Remember me?

-Yeah, you was the one that nicked me.

I led the investigation. I sat in Georgia's front room

with her mum and dad,

watching them fall apart holding a photo frame between them.

Now you're going around saying you didn't do it?

-I did my job properly.

-I pleaded. I did your job for you.

You pleaded. You can't come back from that.

-What do you want to torment her mum and dad for?

-I don't.

You've learned nothing.

Will, listen to this. "You do not need any qualifications at all

"to become a paralegal. It is an unregulated profession."

So to become a paralegal, you get a job as a paralegal!

Don't read things out, I'm trying to concentrate.

-You know where that's from? That's from their own institute!

-Great.

You want to know the best bit? I did a search for Brotherton's firm.

There's a story in the Legal Record. A paralegal made a complaint

about Brotherton, alleging a lack of supervision.

I couldn't give a shit, all right?

Tell me about your day, and I'll tell you about mine, and that's...

that's all fine.

Of course it's fine.

-But this isn't your job, Paula. And he's not...

-He's not what?

Hang on, he's not what?

Look at the way he's distracting you!

This isn't about him. This is about what happened to him.

-Is it?

-How am I supposed to have an affair with someone

who goes to bed at nine o'clock?

I never accused you of that, all right? It's just...

don't you think you got enough excitement when you got suspended?

You think I latched on to this for the excitement?

Will, for the first time in ages, I feel good about myself.

Glad I could help(!)

But you did.

I stopped you feeling bad.

I never made you feel good.

Look at this. Article from the Legal Record.

A paralegal made a formal complaint about a lack of supervision

by Brotherton. The complaint itself is current,

but it originates from a few years back.

-The paralegal on my case?

-That doesn't matter.

He was using paralegals to do the donkey work.

More than the donkey work. To research the defence.

Which is what they do, but if they're not competent...

And missed statements that might have helped.

..or didn't check statements on used material, who'd know?

-Not Brotherton.

-Because he wasn't supervising them properly.

Oh, Paula, I love you!

It's just a possibility. It's a glimmer. Don't you get carried away.

If I did get me conviction quashed, if I wasn't an offender any more,

we wouldn't have to skulk around like spies, would we?

You'd be free.

Free to what?

Stand on the steps of the Appeal Court with a big smile on your face.

-Sorry.

-It's all right.

Shall I get you anything for tonight?

No point - I've got a home visit.

-Eddie?

-Yeah?

There's statements here from the occupants overlooking

-the back of the football fields except one.

-Why? It's missing?

No, it was never taken. They've been meant to revisit,

-but they obviously didn't.

-They might not have been in that night.

-That's not the point!

-Or we discover they were in but didn't see nothing.

There's something missing in the investigation!

And if Brotherton's already in trouble for not keeping

-an eye on things...

-Then we might find more.

You missed something as well, Paula.

"Sightings of a silver Astra in the area driven away at speed."

-I didn't have an Astra! Do you think they followed that up?

-Let me look.

Right...you should walk from here.

Still playing spies, ain't we?

Well, we have to. Otherwise, it'll all come to an end.

You've breached, and I've helped you breach.

They'd have it in for both of us.

-Come on, it's almost curfew time.

-What you doing...now?

I'm going home.

We should have code words.

You know, like, "Eagle Three, meet you in Zone Nine."

Or different SIM cards for our phones!

-Then I'd be in even more trouble.

-With your boyfriend? What's he think?

-You mustn't...

-What?

That's none of your business.

Just asking what your boyfriend thinks of all this...

extracurricular stuff.

-He knows that's all it is.

-Do you?

Yes.

Do you?

FRONT DOOR RATTLES

-Hey.

-Hey.

How was football?

Yeah, it was a laugh.

Good, I'm glad.

Yeah.

Dawn Clough is going to apply for leave to appeal for me.

That's fantastic! Well, fingers crossed.

Pity you weren't there.

That's probably for the best. It's her case now.

Nice knowing you.

What do you mean?

Whether I succeed or fail, I won't be seeing you any more, will I?

Of course you'll be seeing me.

Officially, yeah. As an offender. Not as a...you know, like...

collaborator, like we were.

-I'll still be...

-My probation officer.

Think about how well we've got to know each other.

-That can only be for the best.

-The best? Bollocks!

Don't talk to me like that.

What secrets will we have now, eh?

You know what would be for the best, Paula?

That you fuck me? That we have an affair? Grow up, will you?

Just because I believe you does not mean I'm in love with you.

Have you any idea what would happen if I went there?

-You've risked your job for me.

-Not for a love story!

-You're a liar.

I've seen the way you look at me.

I bet you don't look at your boyfriend like that any more.

I bet you don't get the same buzz out of being with him as you do with me.

I bet when you're fucking him, you're thinking of me!

This interview is over.

Interview? I'm trying to get through to you!

I've coughed up most of my soul to you since I came out.

And you sit there and tell me this "interview" is over.

Yeah!

OK!

Eddie!

-Paula?

-It's...it's OK.

Wait for me downstairs.

Swap you?

Eddie Mottram's new solicitor has applied for leave to appeal.

I've tried to have a word with him, for the sake of the parents, make him see some sense.

What if that appeal's granted? How does that make me look?

He signed a form that you gave him saying, "I've decided to plead guilty

"of my own volition." You didn't put a foot wrong.

Not legally, no.

I asked her.

Thanks for coming.

Hi. Come through.

Take a seat.

Is it bad news?

It's got to be bad news, the way you're doing this.

I'm sorry, Eddie. They have refused it.

They didn't think the out of time application was justified.

Not a reasonable chance of success.

The judge will give us his decision in writing.

I'm sorry, Dawn, he's not listening.

It's OK. There are other avenues.

-Full court appeal, Criminal Cases Review Commission.

-What do you think?

Why say it, then? I was getting hopeful, you know?

I was getting my hopes up. Started seeing myself having a life,

having a different reputation.

-Eddie...

-Look, I don't think I've got enough to carry on.

This was never going to be easy. That's why we came up with a plan B.

That's why you needed a plan B.

What did you say to me?

Come on, tell me.

If I can't get justice, I'll try and get an NVQ.

Exactly! Because there's more. There's always more.

Yeah, even if it is only horticulture.

Even if.

And I still get to see you twice a week, don't I?

Yes. Twice a week.

He's in meetings all morning and in court this afternoon.

-Right.

-Excuse me!

Excuse me!

-Can I help you?

-Sorry.

-What are YOU doing here?

-You didn't give Eddie a chance, did you?

You used cheap labour that was too inexperienced

to do its job properly!

You didn't work for Eddie, and the paralegals didn't know how to!

You were too greedy for the money they saved your firm!

Are you the one that put him up to appealing?

I advised him to plead guilty cos of the evidence.

You advised him that because of your business model!

His leave to appeal didn't come to anything, did it?

That's why you're here, ranting and raving.

Do you think it's just going to end there?

Probably.

There's still the full court appeal and the CCRC!

You did believe he was innocent, didn't you?

It didn't matter what I thought.

Obviously not.

The probation officer was the one doing the stirring.

She's already had a reputation for not doing her job properly.

Got suspended previously.

What?

Some people never learn, do they?

-What do you mean?

-They had Eddie Mottram in the cells

a couple of weeks ago.

Some fracas outside a friend's house.

Anyway, complaint was withdrawn, he went home.

What's that got to do with her?

Lads at the station had some fun the day after.

So tell me why you think you're suitable to enrol

on this horticultural course?

Well, I'd like to think I'm conscientious, keen to learn,

acquire new skills, and...

I'm sick of wanking in the hostel!

Don't ask me to shake your hand!

Hi, sorry. Sorry for the interruption. We've met before.

Marion, Paula's senior. Hiya, do you mind if I sit in?

-No, no, of course not.

-Thank you.

We were, um, just doing a mock interview.

Eddie's thinking of enrolling in an FE course.

Good, good. That sounds like progress.

Are you still insisting on your innocence?

We're trying to move Eddie's focus to other things.

-To more constructive things?

-Yeah.

And is Paula helping you with the whole thing of acceptance?

Acceptance?

-Well, that trying to clear your name is pointless.

-Seems like it.

You have to live with what you've done in the past.

Stop denying it.

It's very important that Paula gets that across to you. Isn't it?

I'm doing my best.

OK, OK.

Good. Thank you.

She knows.

Hit me back. You're man enough to take Paula.

Aren't you man enough to hit me back?

Step up to me!

-Hit me back!

-I can't! I won't!

Think you can come into my life and ruin it?

Hit me back! Come on! I haven't got a mark on me!

No, I won't give you one. I won't get done for assault.

Hit me back, and they'll send you back!

Hit me back, cos I want her back!

EDDIE GROANS

MOBILE BUZZES

What you doing here?

He texted me to tell me what he'd done.

-My God.

-Paula, go! You'll get in trouble.

I'll take you to the... I'll take you to the hostel.

I can't go back there! They'll say it's a fight I got into

and say it's a breach of my parole. Same reason I can't go to hospital.

-It becomes official.

-I know, I know. Let me clean you up.

You shouldn't be here. Just go! Please, I'll be OK...

No! You listen to me!

I'm going to take you to the hostel. I won't come in.

You tell Colin you were attacked on the street.

Someone who recognised you from the paper.

I'm sorry.

I did this, not you. I did this to you.

Why did he text you?

To see who I'd go to.

Me.

I don't think I can lift you up.

Yes, you can.

Mr Whiteley?

-If I tell the police...

-I know.

How could you try to appeal?

After what I've been saying, it's only natural.

Haven't got anywhere, though.

What are you doing here?

-I've come to tell you.

-No.

-It wasn't me!

-No!

She was alive when I left her. She was doing her nut at me.

-She was holding one shoe...

-You can't change your story now.

It wasn't really my story. It was typed up for me, and I signed at the bottom.

-You said so from your own free will.

-I said so, that's all!

I don't expect you to forgive me,

but you're her dad, and if you can accept what I'm saying to you,

it'd mean the world to me.

Accept it wasn't you?

I'm begging you.

Then what would I do? Think about somebody else it might have been?

I did at the beginning.

But then I had to stop, because it was doing my head in.

I realised I just had to get through prison, forget about who!

Are you trying to give me advice?

You'd still be able to come here, Mr Whiteley, wouldn't ya?

I'm sorry.

Eh?

I'm sorry, son. I can't help you.

I have to believe it was you.

I have to.

Oh, my God!

MUSIC PLAYS

KNOCK ON DOOR

MUSIC GOES OFF

No, it wasn't...that's not what happened. It was innocent!

Yeah? Even if it was, she's guilty.

-What you talking about?

-She's out. She's over.

But I never...we never...!

Don't worry! You don't go back to prison.

But any more ideas you had about appealing...no chance now.

No-one's going to take you seriously now.

Why? None of it, what they're saying,

what they're doing to us... it's not right!

I'll go and see her. I'll go and see her boss and explain!

I'll tell the newspaper what really happened!

-Just leave me!

-Eddie...!

Leave me!

Eddie!

Eddie's been recalled to prison for assaulting Colin Bolt.

As for you, there'll be an investigation,

then a disciplinary hearing, which will result in your sacking.

What will happen to you?

I'll be OK. This isn't a public protection issue.

No-one's been harmed because of what you've done.

Well, except you, except Will, except the friends

-we were supposed to be.

-I had to go behind your back.

You didn't have to do anything except your job!

Don't you have trouble doing your job sometimes?!

Yeah, but I don't betray it, Paula! You knew I was trying to reach you

-and what do you do? Lie to me.

-You'd have stopped me!

We don't campaign for offenders - we manage them.

-And we certainly don't screw 'em.

-I didn't...!

-Oh, it doesn't matter!

I fought for you to get a second chance.

-Marion, I'm sorry!

-No, no, no.

I know you feel let down, but I don't feel like I let myself down.

You did give me a second chance, but he gave me a chance

I didn't even know about -

the chance to do something right - and I took it.

No-one cares that you thought you were fighting an injustice.

You got too close to an offender

and got caught on CCTV showing everybody.

That's what you've done to yourself.

Thank you.

What?

Some journalist on the phone. About Eddie Mottram.

What about him?

He's going back to prison.

We've got rid of him, then. Our life can carry on.

What, just like it has been?

So that's all right, then.

Well, what else would you like?

Say cheese! You stupid bitch.

-I'd like to pull your hair out.

-I've already started.

I warned him not to get involved with you.

He promised me it wasn't going any further.

But I thought you'd know better. You're the professional, in't ya?

We never slept together.

So what? His whole case is dead in the water!

Oi!

What did I really do, Kelly?

He could have committed a breach trying to prove his case.

He could have gone back to prison for a good reason.

But he's going to do 15 years now for what? For you! For nothing!

Don't blame me for the way he feels!

And don't think you're the only one who's allowed to care about him!

That's it, is it? Oi!

PAULA SOBS

There's no defence, is there? There's nothing I can say.

How could I let it get that far?

You're going to give me the sack anyway,

so is it OK if I say something?

We used to turn offenders into good members of society.

Now they're just an offence waiting to happen.

That's the message we give them.

Risk...not trust.

So we end up recreating them as criminals all over again.

Except with this one, I couldn't.

I just wanted to eat biscuits with him.

Are you OK?

I just want to be on my own for a bit.

That's it.

Think about the life lived. Not the end of it.

I said I wanted to be on my own for a bit!

There she was with one shoe in her hand, her tights torn.

Not upset, mind you, not contrite. But bloody brazen.

Like a tart walking back to her beat.

How dare she behave like that? "Get in the car," I said to her.

She'd had a row, but she wasn't upset.

I could have felt sorry for her if she's crying about it.

Comforted her.

But she didn't need anything like that.

She wasn't my little Georgie any more.

She was a law unto herself now.

Or so she thought.

I was just trying to get her into the car.

I never dreamt I could go that far.

That wasn't me.

That was never me.

More like something Eddie Mottram'd do, eh?

Come on.

Paula.

Look, I haven't yet got Ken Whiteley's signed confession on my desk.

And it wouldn't mean Eddie's automatic release even if I did.

But I can apply for bail.

Is he going to get his conviction quashed?

Is he going to stand on the steps of the Appeal Court

with a big smile on his face?

I'm quite sure that he will. But he may have to wait for a bit.

-Do you think he'll settle for that?

-I think he might.

Come here.

What will I do with myself?

You'll figure something out.

We will.

We both will.

I know.

Wow.

Yeah.

How was it getting here?

How was it?

The train and that.

It was all right.

THEY LAUGH

Come here.

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