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Mr Mahmod, we are treating your daughter as a missing person.
Not missing.
Mrs Mahmod, we will bring her back to you.
Banaz was a British citizen and she is dead.
No. She's a missing person.
Dead! Because you have admitted
five times the police have failed her.
That was the main reason that I came to the police station.
That...
in the future or at any time, if anything happens to me,
it's them.
It's them.
"She is in a suitcase, under some stones in the water."
I now believe that when Rahmat reported her missing,
it was already too late.
I believe Banaz was killed on the living room floor of the house
where she lived with her parents.
I knew when you... when you called me
and you wouldn't tell me on the phone.
Now, I care very much about Banaz.
Your family can be sure that I will not rest
until I bring her killers to justice.
They record all your phone calls, Mohammed.
A translator puts them into English.
And I read them.
It's called disclosure. They have to show us their evidence.
We were just talking, like men do.
About another girl.
And now you're phoning your friends
and talking about raping and killing another girl?
Men talk about women. You will never understand.
I did advise you when we first met, Mohammed,
to be very careful what you say on the phone.
I did not kill her.
They will never prove I did.
I'll be back if there's any more transcripts.
Get a lot of job satisfaction, do you?
Working for a toe rag like Mohammed Hama?
He's still my client. And you still don't have a body.
I'm making an application to dismiss.
If she succeeds, Mohammed Hama could be out on bail in weeks.
Disappear back to Iraq like the others.
Unless we find the body.
We have to find the body.
Get a load of this.
Six times, up and down. See?
This is the data from the car tracker?
Yeah, finally.
On the day after she died, Mohammed Hama drove that car
up and down the M1 to Birmingham six times.
So, West Midlands Police have agreed to help in every way they can.
Now, I don't want to hear the words "needle in a haystack."
So let's review what the prison phone calls have told us so far.
There is a house.
Some Kurdish men have been staying there.
It's got a bricked-up window. It's not overlooked from the back.
The house next door is derelict.
There's a burst water pipe.
"She is in the water, under the stones."
Possibly in a suitcase.
Look, there it is. It's up there, look.
- Zero Nine Nine to Control. Over. - Go ahead.
Andy, the chopper's giving me a clear visual on you now.
100 yards northwest of your current position,
there's a back yard.
It looks pretty derelict.
What have you got?
It's just a load of rubbish. No sign of water.
Jodge Street. Yarmouth Road.
Er, no. No good, sorry.
Six of them at least on this street with boarded-up windows.
He's talking about Brook Terrace.
But I've eliminated it, the council says no vacant properties.
Well, what about those two houses?
They've got a hedge in between them. They're not overlooked.
Erm, electoral register says there's two Irish families living there.
I'm just on Alexandra Road now.
Anything showing for Alexandra Road?
Erm, water company got back to me.
Nobody has reported a broken water pipe.
- We've already been down this one. - Well, go round again.
So I've got three houses overlooked from the back,
but none of them's exactly derelict.
Nobody's got a pond or a water feature. Right.
I don't even know how we'd spot a burst water pipe.
What are we looking for, really?
It's got a bricked-up window.
It's not overlooked from the back.
And the house next door is derelict.
There's hundreds of them.
"She is in the water, under the stones."
Christ.
Smudge, we're going round in circles here.
We're getting nothing, Stu.
Abort. Return to base.
Zero Nine Nine received. Standing down.
What if we're no better than all those other fucking idiots?
Steady on!
The fucking idiots who failed her over and over again.
Smudge, you'll never let that happen, mate.
I just can't bear the thought of our girl
being crammed into a suitcase and left to rot,
and the guys who did this still being out there.
Pink or blue?
Oh, I don't know yet.
Hello?
Our girls, they are free to come and go as they please.
It was not a meeting.
You have family?
You English, you have forgotten what does it mean, family.
Threatening phone calls? No.
Why will I ring my niece, my-sister-in law?
You've been advised to say, "No comment."
Any of the ladies in my family have threatened them?
All right, Ari, I'll ask you again to look at a list of names...
Bekhal wants to see us.
You know, phone calls and...
people looking.
People I used to know before I left home.
- Do they speak to you, Bekhal? - They don't scare me.
You know, there's things we can do for you.
We can fit a panic button. CCTV.
Er... the thing is I'm...
...pregnant, all right?
You've said no before to going into
the Witness Protection Scheme but...
I don't want it.
Think about it, yeah? A new flat.
- A new secure phone number. - And a new name.
When I don't want to be someone else, just me.
My dad beat me and he locked me in a room.
For wearing a skirt.
When I climbed out that window...
...I should have made Banaz climb out with me.
I need better glasses.
Getting old, Smudge.
- Yeah, old and obsessed. - It's phone calls. New ones.
Page 19.
There's the translation, there.
"..And we fixed the pipe.
"Did you check it? And did you put the...
"..did you put the freezer back on top of the patio?
"Did you put the freezer back on top of the patio?"
The freezer, I've seen it.
You get the video and I'll bring the TV out.
Fucking thing!
Birmingham Aerials. Birmingham Aerials.
Here.
It was Alexandra Road.
And it was towards the end of the day, I remember that.
Come on. Come on.
There's a freezer out on that... that patio!
It was late. I'm sure it was late.
- There, there, there! - I've just gone past it.
Wait, wait, wait. There, there.
There!
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She had a nickname. Naska.
It means delicate like... softness, like...
like a new-born lamb.
She was so beautiful. You know, you could look at her forever.
When we was little, I was getting in all kinds of trouble.
But Banaz was so good.
So kind.
I can't believe my baby's never gonna know her.
I thought she might be in that fridge, but the door's off.
I was praying to God we'd find her here.
Till I saw it.
She was all right until a forensic archaeologist said
he could only remove four inches of soil at a time.
There's nothing here. I'm sorry.
Another hour. Half an hour.
Please.
"She's in the water, under the stones.
"She's buried to the height of a man."
They talk about a suitcase.
Gonna need those lights!
They could have come back later and moved the body.
Ugh, God. Jesus Christ.
I think that I've found the corner of your suitcase.
There's an edge of something that might be a pipe.
Oh, shit!
- It's broken! - Turn the water off!
- It's washing away all my evidence! - Get it off!
Turn it off!
Get to the water, will you?
Are they turning it off?
"In the water, under the stones."
Well, Smudge, you did it. You found her.
There's what looks like hair spilling out of the suitcase.
Yeah, we were expecting that.
I have to say I'm not sure we'll be able to get her out.
I think she might just fall apart. Can you pass me a scalpel?
If you can get me cause of death...
That looks like a ligature.
Oh.
What chance of DNA?
I'd be surprised if we could get hers out of this mess,
let alone anyone else's.
What kind of people think that anything in the world
is more important than their own children's lives?
People for whom life is worthless without honour.
- Are you defending them? - Not at all.
But you must understand,
they protect the honour of the family name,
because otherwise nobody will marry their children.
And their children will starve.
Not here. Not in this country.
Why do you think I bring my family here?
The men in her family are all such idiots.
They think Banaz is a loose girl.
They worry people will talk.
But look at what they have done to their own family.
Look at the waste.
They are on every tongue in the country.
Their actions brings disgrace to the entire Kurdish community.
They dishonour us all.
Listen to this.
"Uncle Ari carried the suitcase."
Ari carried the suitcase.
Are you sure?
We got him.
Ari Mahmod, you are being charged that on or before
the 24th of January, 2006, that you did murder Banaz Mahmod,
within the jurisdiction of the Central Criminal Court,
contrary to common law.
My mother is ill.
If you plead guilty now, Mohammed, you'll get perhaps 15 years,
instead of 25.
I did not kill her.
I went to Birmingham.
I helped to put her in the earth.
We pulled up the stones.
We dug the hole. I dropped the suitcase.
It broke the pipe, and the water came.
That's all.
It's important, going forward, that you always tell me the truth.
In my own country, I have done justice.
That's the truth.
In my own country, if ever I go home...
...they will greet me as a hero.
You all right?
- Are you OK? - Yeah.
Do you want to tell me what happened at the funeral?
- If you want to hear about it. - I can't believe I couldn't be there.
I never wanted to have this lonely life without my family.
No, I know. I know.
I've been remembering when my brother come see me.
It was about two years ago.
I was so pleased to see him.
He turns up out of the blue and says
"Come on out, I've got some cleaning I want you to do
"and there'll be some money for you."
And I'm smiling and I'm walking in front of him,
my brother, like right there. Like down there, it was.
And I... I get this...
like crack in the back of my head.
And I'm bleeding and I'm... I'm falling,
like, I'm on the floor, like,
and, like, he's standing there with this dumb bell in his hand.
- What, like a weight? - Yeah, yeah. Like from the gym.
And I'm fighting him and I'm like...
I'm biting his arm
and I'm like,
"Look at what you're doing, you're actually trying to kill me."
And he starts crying like... like a woman.
Like, "I am the big boy, I'm the big man now.
"My dad says that, like, I'm the one that has this shame to amend."
Bekhal, are you telling me that your dad sent your brother to kill you?
Sent him? He paid him.
He paid him £300.
He tried to get me to take some of it.
He started shoving £50 notes into my hands.
Bekhal, why didn't you tell us about this before?
When Banaz disappeared, and you arrested my Uncle Ari,
I was like, yeah, oh, my God, yeah, that's... that's him.
But this was my dad.
How could I think that about my own dad?
On New Year's Eve, did you ask your daughter
to accompany you to her grandmother's house?
No comment.
Whilst you were there, did you give your daughter alcohol to drink?
No comment.
Did you put on rubber gloves and try to strangle her?
No comment.
Mr Mahmod, do you know where your daughter is now?
No comment.
Well, that's not my fault, so...
For God's sake!
So my computer is now the fifth biggest in the entire Met!
So what!
And they're telling me I need to get rid of some of my data and...
And what? Like, I'm... I'm farming hundreds of phones
and trying to link all these bloody suspects
and what part of that am I supposed to get rid of?
Last night, I got binned.
He said it's cos I'm never home.
I bet he weren't good enough for you.
Fuck off with your "plenty more fish in the sea".
Millions of lines of data.
Hundreds of phones.
And you're the only one who's ever really understood it.
What good did it do? Banaz is still dead.
And those bastards are still out there.
Oh, my God.
Analysing all the important numbers
and counting up who was calling who when,
and then asking permission on every single number
and waiting to get them back...
The 221 number I recognise, that's Banaz's mother.
And this number I just got back from the network provider.
It turns out to be a second phone that we didn't even know existed
belonging to Banaz's dad.
And this is the morning of the 24th of January.
When they left Banaz alone in the house?
Look at the traffic.
He's calling his wife constantly. I mapped the phone masts.
They're not even in the same postcode.
- But his statement... - Yeah. I'm on it.
"My daughter is here in this room, asleep, when we go shopping.
"My wife and I, we are together all the morning."
He lied.
You did it.
We got him.
My client has prepared a written statement.
"I know of no conspiracy to murder my daughter.
"I did not murder my daughter. I am not involved."
Mr Mahmod will have no further comment to make.
My husband was with me, I will swear it.
I want you to know that as a mother, I sympathise with you.
But if there's something you can tell me
that you've not told me before, then now is the time.
Are you a mother?
Yes.
He is my husband.
If he was my husband, I'd slit his fucking throat.
You're not gonna like this, but I feel sorry for her.
Threatened by her husband and his brother.
The whole community closing down on her.
- How much choice did she have really? - I expect so much more from a woman.
From a mother.
Eight o'clock on a Sunday morning is not ideal, I know,
but we have a lot to get through, so thank you.
You know, I walked in here with a case to prosecute
I knew nothing about. But this work you've done on the phones,
and the route of the body, it's brilliant.
And Banaz giving you that list of names is extraordinary.
That list is my prize exhibit.
I note you have no forensic evidence.
No, none.
Of the men who took her body to Birmingham...
...one of them has already pleaded guilty,
and the other two are missing, presumed in Iraq?
That's what we suspect.
Now, about the two men who will stand trial,
there's no suggestion her father or her uncle
killed her with their own hands.
She named her Uncle Ari in her list.
He directed the conspiracy, dragged the suitcase.
She doesn't mention her father at all.
Much of your evidence against them both is circumstantial.
Some of it amounts to multiple hearsay.
And I'm worried about her sister.
But Bekhal's a great witness.
She'd left home. She wasn't there.
Her father did pay her brother to try and kill her.
Hearsay.
Too long ago.
She never reported it. The defence will object.
Whose side is she on?
I should also tell you I intend to put the police failures
into my opening statement to the jury.
But we've tried so hard to make up for those mistakes, Miss Cheema.
If her father and uncle get off, they will feel invincible,
and we'll look like losers who just don't care. We have evidence.
We have witnesses. We will leave emotion aside and make our case.
Now that I've given this statement,
what can you do for me?
Like...
What can you do for me?
For me?
Justice for Banaz!
- Justice for Banaz! - Justice for Banaz!
Justice for Banaz!
Good news. Bekhal can give her evidence.
Ah, that's a relief.
We won that on her allegations against her father.
But I'm afraid the judge has ruled
Banaz's list of suspects inadmissible.
What, the list where she names her own killers?
Well, the problem is Banaz cannot be
in the witness box to be cross-examined on it.
Yes, because she's dead!
God.
Mr Suleimani, I appear for the defendants.
I'd like to take you back to your first meeting with Banaz Mahmod.
In July 2005, Banaz leaves her husband, does she not?
Yes.
And it was shortly after that that you seduced her, did you not?
I'm not too sure what you mean by "seduced".
You, an experienced man of the world,
took advantage of a young and naive girl?
That... that's not true.
Did it ever occur to you that if you could marry Banaz,
having been an illegal immigrant since November 2003...
It was not because of the immigration status.
It was because I loved her with all of my heart.
Would you... would you just keep to the point?
You cannot choose who to love... for anything in the world.
Nah, I... I can't stand there. Not in front of them. Tell her.
- Yeah. - They can't see me. It's not safe.
She doesn't want the men in the dock to see her.
We can set up a screen. They won't see her.
And you never told me that they let the public in.
You know, the public! That's like anybody!
- Is she pulling out? - Pulling out? No.
No? Nah, of course... Don't you dare insult me!
Look, I love my sister.
But I am a mother now. And my daughter comes first.
Whatever you need. We will get a screen.
- I need to wear something. - Bekhal, we will make it work.
I never speak Kurdish any more.
I never see anyone I used to know.
I mean, I can't.
Especially after what I'm about to do.
You will be with me, won't you?
Miss Mahmod, would you kindly lift your veil
so that the jury can see your face?
I discovered that there was a plan for me to marry a cousin.
I wasn't happy with that prospect.
So you went to live with foster parents, did you not?
Uncle Ari said that I was a troublemaker.
He said that, "Your dad's scared of the police, but I'm not."
That, "If I was your father I would...
"..I would have... killed you by now."
And that, er, "You would be turned to ashes if it were up to me."
Do you want to take a break?
No. No, thank you.
Miss Mahmod, when the police first came to see you,
did you mention your father or your Uncle Ari to them at all?
I didn't think at the time that my immediate family were involved.
But you're asking the jury to believe that after years
of supposed violent abuse at their hands...
I couldn't think it! I couldn't... I couldn't go there.
My own father? It took a while.
I had... I had to...
let my mind stop... stop tricking me.
Well, I put it to you that your mind is tricking you now.
I was scared and I am scared for my life.
That's the reason that I'm here dressed like this.
I'm always looking over my shoulder.
Yes, it's clear that you're a young person
with troubles of your own, are you not? No!
Troubles which mean your evidence
can only be regarded as flawed and unreliable?
No.
I don't sleep comfortably
or have a settled life...
because of what has happened to me in my past life
and all that I've been through.
I just...
I just want to get on and live my life.
- I was really bad. - No. No, you were great.
- Honestly. - I was awful.
I was and I... and I didn't... I made a mess of it.
I didn't know what to say or how to answer him.
Bekhal, this is Rahmat.
Pleased to meet you.
I felt the same.
Like I... I didn't speak well for Banaz.
But you were brilliant.
Bekhal, I just... I just want to say that I am so, so sorry.
No. Don't even think about blaming yourself.
- If she had loved someone else... - No.
She loved you. None of this is your fault.
If I hadn't left home, then my dad wouldn't have made her get married.
It's not your fault.
I, Lorna Wilson, swear that the evidence I shall give
shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
- What, openly boasting about it? - That's right.
They're telling all their friends in the cafes.
Our women over there have seen them and reported to us.
These men, they just can't help themselves.
Omar Hussain and Mohammed Ali have been spotted in Iraq.
Lorna Wilson is in the witness box.
Caroline, she says that you tried to make her change her statement.
Justice for Banaz!
Did you ask the constable to change her statement?
How do you respond to the charge of bullying?
Did you pervert the course of justice?
Not a hope of winning this case now, is there? Are you a bully?
I didn't ask her to change her statement. Just to clarify it.
What's that in the margin?
- It says "WTF". - In your handwriting?
Yeah. What, am I under investigation now?
PC Wilson has suggested from the witness box
that you perverted the course of justice.
So, yes, you are under investigation.
- What does "WTF" mean? - You know what it means.
It means, What The Fuck!
I'm not proud of that, I'm not proud of my language in general,
but that was a private note to myself
because I just couldn't understand how she could...
We've given our lives to this thing.
Lorna Wilson admitted in court
that in hindsight she might have got it wrong.
Yeah, I'm going to watch these bastards walk free
and it's going to be nobody's fault but my own.
But you didn't get Lorna to change her statement. Of course I didn't!
So you're not guilty of perverting the course of justice.
Plus you're not the one on trial.
PC Wilson has testified
that you insisted she change her statement.
No, I didn't tell her what to write. I gave her no instructions.
But your attitude was intimidating.
One might also say bullying to a junior officer, was it not?
It's not fair... I don't think it's fair to say
that PC Wilson felt intimidated.
We've worked together happily before
and she's always been very happy to stand up for herself.
In truth, is it not the case
that what PC Wilson saw was the real situation?
No.
She saw a troubled and intoxicated young woman,
did she not, who was making wild and unbelievable allegations,
which your investigation has entirely failed to substantiate?
An investigation led by a senior officer so one-sided,
so intent on securing convictions,
that you were prepared to pervert the course of justice
to secure your aims?
It is my duty as a senior investigating officer
to follow the evidence wherever it takes me.
There is no benefit to me
personally or professionally in convicting the wrong person.
She was the sweetest person in the world.
She was my future.
What's it like, Rahmat?
Witness Protection?
It's safer, of course.
But it's...
It's hard getting used to new names.
It's... it's lonely, too.
That's what scares me.
I know I have to, but...
...if they get off, if my uncle...
No... and my father get off, then it's all for nothing.
All of our lives ruined for nothing.
- The jury's coming back. - Oh, God!
What if... Oh, God, no, no, no, no. I need... Bekhal, please...
I need to sit down and I need to sit down quietly.
Bekhal, afterwards, whatever the verdict, we will be all alone.
New names and new stories and all alone.
- Look, no... - No, no, no!
Friends only. Brother and sister.
We can get a flat to live and to remember Banaz
and bring up the baby.
And just friends only.
Just to live and to work and to be safe.
But we can't be safe. Not together.
You will be as lonely as I am.
I have my daughter.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
The foreman's on his feet.
Members of the jury, have you reached a verdict
on which you are all agreed?
We have.
Do you find the defendant, Mahmod Mahmod,
guilty or not guilty of murder?
Guilty.
Do you find the defendant, Ari Mahmod,
guilty or not guilty of murder?
- Guilty. - Yes!
I am not the one who betrays the Kurdish people!
I am defending the rights of our people, the rights of our women!
Banaz was a caring, loving young woman
with the whole of her life in front of her,
and that life has been brutally cut short
by the very people who should have loved her and protected her.
Smudge.
Who do I have to talk to to get a drink around here?
Well, actually, er...
- They won't. They will. - They will have a new signing next year.
But they're not playing well enough.
Smudge can write to Saddam Hussein.
Have his people talk to her people.
He's not in charge any more.
And don't take the piss.
Just pointing it out, but there's...
there's no extradition treaty between the United Kingdom and Iraq.
She's not going to let that stop her, is she?
So we're going to Iraq, then?
We're going to the ends of the earth, if we have to.
What can you do for me?
For me?
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