Precious died very soon after your last meeting.
Is there anything that you can tell us
that would help us with that?
No, sorry.
My sense is there's more to that than he's admitting.
He left because of some inappropriate photos
he took of a colleague.
Do you wanna tell me why?
He said that you and he were finished.
Here we are, nine months on, with no hint of a wedding in sight.
Precious was a member of a cult... The Family Of Blessed Light.
- See what you can find out about them. - On it.
- You got a lot to lose, man. - Who are you really, Joseph?
I can't work like this.
This is not who I am, or how I work.
Let's reset.
If I were to decide to bring things forward,
how much notice would you need?
*CREDITS*
Hi. This is Llagavelly Farm?
It is. How can I help you?
DS Murray Boulting.
Metropolitan Police. I'm looking for David Bell.
What is it you need to know?
- Maybe I can help? - Is he here?
If you'd like to follow me.
You're not 21 any more, Tony Hume.
You need to slow down.
That was me slowing down.
A boozy break from work.
Well, exactly.
You shouldn't need a break from work because you shouldn't be working.
What are you even still trying to prove?
I don't know.
I just know the older I get, the more I see the mistakes.
The things I didn't achieve.
The wrongs I did.
Oh, what wrongs?
You haven't done any wrongs.
Not proper ones, anyway.
Well, I have, love.
Decades of them.
You did what you thought was the right thing at the time and...
Not just politics.
- There were other things I never... - I don't want to hear, Tony.
We all have things we wish we'd done differently.
That's life.
We move on. We don't live in the past.
So, is this anything to do with Precious Falade?
The only trouble we ever had here was with Precious.
We're all sinners, right? But Precious...
What?
"Thou shalt have no other gods before me."
- I'm not with you. - Mammon, DS Boulting.
That's who she betrayed him for.
God of money.
Right.
She was 15 when he got her pregnant.
He was 42, your dear leader.
He's right there.
He was here for a couple of nights, and then he left.
- Have you tried his work? - Yeah. They said he was off sick.
Oh.
- He's in there, isn't he? - Jess, he's not.
- Steve, are you in there? - Please...
If he's in there, Nick, I swear to f...
Jess... calm down.
I am calm. Totally calm.
Did he tell you he was fucking my sister?
Just in case you were thinking of standing up for him.
- He was what? - Just get him to call me.
You need to leave.
I thought I'd wait.
I thought I owed you that.
You owe me nothing.
So, what was it...
when you asked me to marry you that night?
A genuine proposal.
Really?
Completely.
Because, sitting here, right now...
..it slightly feels like maybe it was just...
because you were so lost.
No.
No. At the time, it...
it felt utterly genuine.
"At the time".
And now?
I don't know what's going on, Sal.
I'm as thrown as you are.
About where we are. Where I am.
I feel...
so stuck.
And... lost.
Yeah.
Now, certainly.
And almost the unkindest cut of all
is that's the most you've said to me about it in nine months.
Because I... I felt you were jealous.
- Right. - Which, as I said, I completely get.
So... listen.
Let's not make any decisions right now.
But I do need to tell you how I'm feeling.
Of course.
And how I'm feeling is that, actually, with time,
I think we could probably ride this out.
- Probably. - Definitely.
Except, erm...
then I got pregnant.
And it made me realise how much I do actually want a baby.
And how much you don't.
And that's quite a big thing.
So I'm gonna go and stay with my mum.
We can keep talking, but...
I need a break, to have a bit of a think.
Of course.
I'm... so, so sorry, my love.
Yeah. Me too.
Hi, this is Karol, leave a message.
Hi, Karol, this is DS Frances Lingley again.
Appreciate it if you could return my call.
My colleague DI Khan and I need to speak with you
following your earlier interview. Call me back ASAP, please.
- Bailed? - Last night.
Had some posh lawyer on his case, apparently.
OK, er... and to his home address?
Hang on. Let me check.
Joseph Bell's apparently been bailed.
So I'm thinking if we go to his flat,
- then we might need firearms support? - Oh...
- You wanna call the boss? - Which one?
Yeah, no, better to be safe than sorry.
Yeah, I'll put a call in to TFC.
OK, thanks, Fran.
- Hey. - Hey, Sunny.
- How you doing? - Er...
Dreadful.
- Ah. - You?
My partner left last night, so, er, same.
Crap. I'm sorry.
Well, how about we distract ourselves with some work?
I like it.
Does anyone call you Jessie?
- James, as in Jessie...? - Yeah, no, no. No.
I get the reference.
On account of everyone I have met making the exact same joke.
Oh, sorry. The thought just occurred to me.
Jesus! We're in worse bloody trouble than I thought.
Time to go.
Where we going again?
Just away from London for now.
Right.
And you don't need to worry about money, babe.
Money ain't gonna be a problem...
Armed police!
Armed police, face down on the floor, now!
- Put your hands on your head. - Hands behind your head!
- Put your hands on your head. - Stay there!
- Bedroom clear! - Kitchen clear!
That's my stuff, man, my personal stuff.
I never stole none of that, bro, so look after it, yeah,
or I'll fuck you up.
- A sugar daddy? - That was Niamh's description.
- Any name? - Just said he was an older man.
So are we saying that we think this was Hume?
That'd explain how Precious might have had a key to the house.
This relationship was supposed to have happened when?
She said Precious talked about him the very last time
she was up at the farm.
Niamh always assumed that's why she never came back.
And we definitively know
that David Bell did die three months before the murder?
Yeah, I checked with Bangor General on the way back.
He died on April the 12th, 2016, of lung cancer.
Lots to think about there. Er, Kaz?
So, Joseph Bell's been arrested at his flat,
having been bailed two nights ago with a 10K surety.
- Where's he get that kind of money? - His own sugar daddy.
And possible motives for him killing her?
A row that escalated and could have been precipitated
by multiple things.
Drugs, money, her being on the game, her not being on the game.
Also, when you look at the Zoom interviews I did,
then simple old-fashioned revenge
starts to look like a fairly good motive.
Be good to be able to place him at the house at some point.
It's funny you should say that, because I've been doing
a bit of record-checking of Precious's bank statements.
And started with the assumption it was unlikely she had no phone,
and was linking debit card payments...
to possible phone shops,
newsagents, corner shops, etc, and, bingo!
- This here. - Sorry.
Ebele Falade's here, Guv.
OK, thank you. Go on.
Yeah, so this is a £30 card payment
made to a small phone shop in Acton.
- Where did you get it? - Doesn't matter.
It matters to me. Same as you telling me
what the police wanted to speak to you about matters.
I've already told you.
It was an old client of mine who sadly died,
and they just wanted some background on her.
- They couldn't do it in a phone call? - Apparently not.
It's not my problem. Can we move on, please?
Serge spoke to one of the French officers this morning.
Explained the situation with the children,
that you live with us,
that you are effectively their stepfather.
And they said you were a person of interest in a murder.
Which might have a sexual element.
It's not true, Elise. You must know that not be true.
Look at me.
You need to leave.
Please...
Now, please.
_
OK, thank you. Bye, now.
Boss, have you got a minute?
I just spoke to social services again.
Er, yeah, one sec.
- Guv? - Yeah?
Erm, so I just spoke to HR at West London Social Services,
and they've confirmed Karol Wojski vehemently denied the allegation,
but then also refused to hand his phone over.
So, he was sacked or resigned?
It was agreed he could just resign on mental health grounds,
with no complaint on his record.
And when he left,
another employee came forward with a similar allegation.
So, what are we thinking?
Maybe there was some sort of sexual misdemeanour
with Precious that escalated?
OK.
Make an application for all his work email correspondence for 2016,
with particular reference, obviously, to Precious.
Guv.
- You all right? - Yes.
So, my guess is she'll probably go "no comment".
So as discussed, the trick'll be to goad her in to talking.
Yep.
In terms of motive, we have a row that got out of hand
about money, or sex work, or Precious stealing from her.
Or a row that got out of hand about how terrible a mother Abele was.
Or what a terrible daughter Precious was.
- Spoilt for choice. - Mm.
So, when we spoke on Tuesday, you said the last time
that you saw your daughter was on her birthday,
on the 15th of January, is that correct?
- Yes. - Now showing Ms Falade exhibit EF001.
Can you confirm that this mobile number
was once registered to you?
- No idea. - OK.
Showing exhibit EF002.
So, this was the address attached to the debit card
that purchased that contract.
- Do you recognise that? - Yes.
Was that your home address between March 2014 and May 2015?
Yes.
So it would be reasonable to assume that this was your number, right?
- No comment. - OK.
Here is exhibit EF003.
Do you recognise that number?
No.
OK, so that number was attached to a pay-as-you-go SIM which we...
through various bank and telecom records...
have identified as having been bought by your daughter.
Here's the thing, Bele.
On the 26th of June, 2016, the night we think she died,
the number we believe was yours
called the number we believe was your daughter's.
Do you have any comment on that?
- No. - D'you remember the call?
From six years ago?
The day your daughter died.
- No. - Well, the call happened at 18:27.
It lasted three minutes and 12 seconds.
- No recollection at all? - No.
At 18:24, just before you called your daughter,
you also received a call from an as yet unidentified number.
- Do you recall that? - No.
OK, er, any recollection, just 12 days before this,
of having a row with her outside the house where she died?
What row?
A neighbour called the police, it was so loud,
and detailed hearing the younger of the two women
calling her assailant "Mum".
Her assailant?! I never fucking touched her.
So you were there, but you never touched her?
No... No comment.
Fine. Moving on.
Can I ask you why you never mentioned
that Precious had foetal alcohol spectrum disorder?
Because she didn't.
All her medical and social service records say that she did.
Because she told them that she did.
Because she was small and struggled at school
so wanted someone to blame.
- Did you drink while pregnant? - No.
I mean, we know that you have a history of alcohol issues.
- You told us yourself. - Not when I was pregnant.
You see...
I think you're denying the FASD
because it had been a source of huge conflict
between Precious and you, hadn't it?
- No comment. - Which you wanted to keep from us,
that you rowed, often violently,
many, many times about this very subject.
No comment.
- Did you have another row with her the night of June 26th? - No.
Maybe it got out of hand. She was a volatile woman.
I wasn't even with her.
- Maybe you didn't mean to hurt her. Maybe it was an accident. - Look...
I did...
the best I could for her.
And I'm sorry if that wasn't good enough.
And... if I wasn't good enough.
But I'm confused as to why
she devoted so much of her life to hating me.
Because, really, what a waste.
And I didn't have an ideal childhood,
but you move on, don't you?
So like I say, I am genuinely sorry if I failed her.
But I can tell you honestly that I never hit her.
I never hurt her.
And I certainly never killed her.
It happens.
- There you go. - Oh, thank you.
What, people shift their views as they get older?
I mean, generally, it tends to go the other way,
from left to right.
And it's rarely as complete as Hume's, but it does happen.
So, he was pretty conservative originally?
He was a classic Thatcherite
who'd lecture anyone that would listen.
You didn't spend what you didn't have.
Basically a version of her "housewife fallacy".
That you run a country like a home, don't accumulate debt.
- And then? - And then, sometime late 2016,
just six years after he more or less invented austerity for Osborne,
he declares the opposite. That, actually, an economy
is profoundly different from a household,
and we should be borrowing and spending hugely
on public services.
So, does anyone have any idea what brought this shift around?
Not really.
I mean, some people thought it was his cancer diagnosis in 2014.
- OK. - Except he was still
a vociferous campaigner for budget cuts
all through his treatment, so I didn't really buy that.
Huh! Some people thought it was Brexit,
because he was a Remainer.
There was an argument that austerity had a part to play in them losing,
but anyone with half a brain knew that austerity
was just one small part of that, so...
So?
I think it was a woman.
- Deleted? - Sorry.
- Is that standard here? - Not at all.
This was all deleted by him, by Karol Wojski.
- So when you say deleted...? - Well, exactly.
It depends how tech savvy he was,
because not much is gone forever.
But how much time and money do you have?
I'll call my boss.
I don't know what you did or what you didn't do,
but for what it's worth...
I've always thought of you as a good guy.
I love you, man.
_
And he said that he saw him with her in the spring of 2016
on the pavement outside Portcullis House,
as Hussein was returning from a run.
How did he know it wasn't a colleague, or just a friend or...?
Yeah, he said he saw that they were rowing,
and that there was just something in the way that they were together
that to him, at least, suggested it was an intimate relationship.
Did you show him a photo of Precious?
Yeah. He couldn't say one way or another on the face,
but he did remember very specifically
that the woman with Hume was petite
and that she was probably mixed-race or Mediterranean-looking.
- OK. - Erm...
And then just one last thing.
As I was researching his early years,
Wallingham, Cambridge, the City, etc,
I came across a rather interesting detail.
Look at the second paragraph down, under "Early Life".
So, the first company that Hume worked for,
between 1968 and 1973,
was Morgan Lavelle.
The same company that Ebele Falade walked into
with an air pistol nine years later.
Oh, man.
Where are we with finding our doorman?
Er, I've been mainly prioritising this.
Well, we need to speak to the doorman ASAP,
because that, Kaz, that is fucking gold.
You have one new message.
Hi there, this is DS Lingley.
Thanks for your message, and great you're back in the UK.
If you could present yourself at Bishop Street Police Station,
NW1, ASAP, please ask for me.
That would be really helpful. Thank you.
So, the owner of the firearm we think is our murder weapon...
- Elton King? - Yeah.
We found him. He's happy to talk to us.
OK, nice one. Can you set something up tomorrow?
On it now. Night, boss.
Night.
And so what we propose three months out from launch
is that I step away from the Bath position.
- My commis chef is more than ready to take the reins... - Sorry.
You were right. It's... all just... noise.
I'm... I'm so...
sorry to have wasted your time.
I...
It was a mistake. It was my mistake.
I am so sorry.
I'm really sorry. I'll...
I'll be right back.
Bele.
Now, we don't remotely expect
you to tell us where the gun is, Mr King.
All we want to know is if there is a possibility
that Joseph Bell could have had access to it
after you were arrested.
I 100% know he had access to it.
OK. How?
Cos it was him that used it in the robbery, not me.
He was the one with you?
And when I got pulled, I was happy to take the flak for it,
on the assumption he'd look after me inside.
Send me shit, look after my lady.
Except I never heard from him again. So, yeah...
he had access to the gun, cos I gave it to him.
And you'd be prepared to make a statement to that effect?
Too fucking right I would.
So, we know the payments came from a Coombe & Co account.
We just need to know now who, or what, DSH is.
Except, unfortunately,
I'm not at liberty to disclose that information.
Oh, I'm sorry. My mistake. Yes, you are.
My colleague DS Boulting sent through a disclosure form.
It's the bank's rules, I'm afraid.
We can return with a warrant
and spend a few days turning the whole place over.
It's your call.
I'll need to speak to my boss.
I'll wait.
When I was 17 and just pregnant with Precious...
I came home from school one day
to find that my grandmother had invited Pastor Muyulu to our house
to perform an exorcism on me.
I refused to cooperate and fought them both off.
But then when I came back a few days later...
to get my stuff before I left for good,
I found my grandfather there on his own.
He was a strong man still, only in his early 50s,
and he told me that if we got rid of it before I started to show,
then I wouldn't shame them and the community,
like my mum had.
He tied me up and forced a funnel into my mouth...
and poured half a litre of vodka down me.
Apart from giving me a taste for the stuff,
whatever he did over the next couple of hours
obviously didn't work, because...
Precious survived.
That, and the way that they raised me,
damaged me for life.
And in here.
The constant sense of shame and guilt...
about my mum messed me up.
So the first time I got sober, in my early 30s...
I tried to get help.
And for a few years, I was lucky.
You know, the referrals would sometimes get me
an hour of therapy once a week, for a couple of months.
But then even that dwindled to waiting lists
and apologies from overworked GPs.
So, you...
you find your own therapy, don't you?
The drink sometimes.
Or love.
The best, I think.
But the... the damage is still in there.
So, how about I tell you where we are, what we know.
Showing the suspect exhibit JR1,
a copy of a triangulation document supplied by KZK Mobile.
So, this document details that on the 26th of June, 2016, at 18:49,
a phone that we believe belonged to you
called a phone registered to your grandmother, Ebele Falade.
That call was connected via a phone mast
just 200 yards from 64 Waterman Road.
So basically, what we're saying is,
that on the night that your mother died,
we can place you in or near the house in which her body was found.
D'you have any response to that?
- No comment. - Did you make that call?
- No comment. - Were you there, J?
No comment.
Do you remember Elton King, Joseph?
- No comment. - He remembers you.
Not that fondly, I'm sorry to say.
No comment.
That wasn't actually a question, but thanks for the response.
Did you look after a gun for Mr King, Joseph?
- No comment. - Did you keep it
while he went to prison for a robbery
- that you were also involved in? - No comment.
Did you have it with you when you went to see your mother
- on the night of 26th June, 2016? - No comment.
Did you get into a row with her, Joseph?
No comment.
Because we know things were difficult between you.
We spoke to many people who looked after you when you were growing up.
Teachers, social workers, your foster parent, Alan Barker.
He told us what your mum put you through,
and I know that she was wrestling with her own demons, but...
no child should have to deal with what you did.
The people that she made you encounter.
The innocence that was taken away from you.
So we understand if it was a row that got out of hand
and your anger got the better of you.
Maybe it was even an accident.
But why don't you tell us your side of the story?
You don't understand a thing.
- Joseph... - And you can shut the fuck up.
So help us.
I'm not Joseph Bell.
I'm sorry?
I'm not Joe.
It's not J for Joseph. It's J for Jay.
I'm Joe's half-brother.
My birth was never registered.
My mum didn't want me taken in to care like Joe was.
So... So, what about schools and healthcare?
I lived between my mum and my dad till I was 11.
He home-schooled me a bit.
- So, how old are you? - 21.
So you were 14 when your mum died?
Nearly 15.
And did you go to your dad, then?
No, he died in 2015.
And who was your father?
Eric Royce.
OK. And where did he live?
With, erm... a travelling community.
So, er...
How did you survive in London,
I presume on your own, from the age of 14?
I did fine. I was already old, man.
I stole. Lived on the streets.
Got jobs in markets, lived in squats.
Then when I was 16, I...
I adopted my brother's identity to gain access to his benefits.
OK. Did your brother not need his identity?
You can leave now.
- Jay, I'm here to help... - Leave, bruv.
I'll wait outside.
No.
Why didn't your brother need his identity?
Did something happen to him, Jay?
Something connected to the night of the 26th?
There's people out there, man,
who'd wanna hurt me cos of what I've seen.
So I'm not saying any more.
We wouldn't let that happen.
We wouldn't let anyone hurt you.
Yeah, people used to say that to Joe.
All day long.
People like you, telling him he could trust them.
That they'd look after him.
And they were lying.
All of them, man.
All of them.
So I ain't telling you a thing.
So, good news, bad news.
The bad news is that all his e-mails to her have gone from our server.
And I mean properly gone. He knew what he was doing.
OK. And the good news?
Just because of how and where our systems store stuff,
there are two from her to him undeleted,
and I think you'll find them interesting.
So, this is the first,
as I say, from Precious Falade to Karol Wojski,
sent on the 26th of June at 14:23.
"Hi, Karol, you left your laptop here earlier, unlocked.
"Couldn't resist a peek at your photos.
"Some interesting pics.
"How much would you not want me to share these with your boss?
"Call or text. I'm here tonight."
And then this is the other one.
And at the bottom here,
you can see his reply to her first email.
That would be the 27th.
- And she just replies, "Bring 2K." - Oh...
There was a laptop logged on her son's arrest sheet.
So, is it possible to determine who's this is?
Is it obviously Joe Royce's?
If it is, he's barely used it in the last few years.
There's no internet history, no updates, no emails.
So, when you say the last few years...?
Last real activity was mid-2016.
So this is his mum's.
- I think that's pretty likely. - OK.
Also, I need you to find and download any stored photos,
look for anything, erm, tagged and nominated to a Karol Wojski.
- Right. - Yep.
- Call me ASAP if you find anything.
Cheers.
- His brother?! - Half.
At least, that's what he told me.
There was no bloody brother, half or otherwise.
I'm just telling you what he said.
Is he still in there?
- Are they still questioning him?' - Yes.
Look, just try to get him out, Graham, whoever the hell he is.
And then what?
Just... Oh, I've got another call coming in.
Just try to get him out.
- Ben. - Tony.
- Long time. - Indeed.
- How are you? - Er, listen, not a social call.
Er, we've had a rather unfortunate incident in the bank today,
involving a police officer
asking about an account you set up in the late '80s?
Right. And, er... what did you tell them?
Well, you know I always try to preserve anonymity, but, er...
..I had to tell them, I'm afraid.
About both standing orders.
Fran Lingley.
Fran, it's Gordy Watson on the front desk.
Hey, Gordy, what's up?
So, I just had the weirdest call regarding the Precious Falade case.
Can you come down?
So, how do we prove if he's telling the truth?
It's hard.
But DNA from him, his mum, both his alleged fathers...
Who are both dead, and may not be on any of our systems.
And how long's that gonna take, if it's even possible?
Not your problem.
I'm not sure you're even his brief any more.
And even if he is lying about who he says he is...
you still have no good evidence to connect him to your murder.
- As I said... - I think you'll find I am his brief,
as soon as I tell him I can get him bailed.
Guv.
Erm, I need a word. It's pretty urgent.
We'll get right back to you on that.
And did the caller say who the body was?
A young man named Joseph Bell.
- Jesus. - Yeah.
And I assume the caller didn't say who he was?
- No. - How weird they make the call now.
- Can we trace where the call came from? - We're working on it.
And did he say where specifically in the garden he was buried?
No, but I checked the address he gave on Google Maps.
It's a small ground floor flat in Greenford.
The garden's 50 by 30, so...
- OK. Thanks, Fran. - OK.
So, we get a dog unit down there...
What about Jay Royce?
Brief's right. We've got nothing to hold him.
Bail him to return next week.
OK.
Sunny, when they found the bullet, did they keep looking for others?
I'll call Morten. Get him back in there.
- Mr Blackwood? - Yeah?
Karen Willets, Bishop Street nick.
I was wondering if you could give me five minutes?
Yeah.
Where were they?
In a file imaginatively named "Karol Wojsack pics".
So, this is not Jay's.
Everything on here would suggests to me this is Precious Falade's laptop.
When was the file made?
26th of June, 2016.
Downloaded from an email sent from a Hotmail address,
also created on the 26th of June.
About 20 minutes or so before the e-mail was sent, in fact.
So she creates a Hotmail account on Wojski's laptop
to send the photos to this to hers?
Yeah.
- How many are there? - 43.
On the tube, buses, shops... It's obviously his thing.
- Daryl, you're a genius. Can you send them to me? - Yep.
- When? - About ten minutes ago.
And what's he doing?
Has he... Has he come to pick some stuff up or...?
I don't think so. He's playing with the kids.
He just dropped a bag in the spare room
- and said he'd cook. - OK, well, erm...
Look, you head on, Mum, and, erm... I'll call you later, OK?
Sorry.
- Go on, then. - Go find him. Good boy.
_
- Lingley. - Got a Karol Wojski down here
asking for you.
Can you get him to take a seat and tell him I'll be down in 20?
OK.
Here!
Good boy.
- Mr Hume, Gatwick? - Yes. Gatwick, please.
And we just felt that there was a bit of a discrepancy between you,
obviously, thinking it was
a serious enough incident to call the police,
and then what you went on to say in court.
Well, yes.
- Yes, there was. - Thanks.
OK.
But can I ask you why?
Because it was suggested to me after the arrest...
that if I wanted to keep my job...
I downplay the incident.
Suggested by who?
One of the directors.
- Which one? - I'd prefer not to say.
Well, according to my research,
Anthony Hume's father was on the board of directors.
Was it him?
And was there anything else he asked you to change?
Anything else that you didn't tell the court?
What she was shouting, when she came through the door.
Which was?
"I wanna speak to my dad.
"I want to speak to Tony fucking Hume."
Hold on.
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