"In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups." "The police, who investigate crime, and the Crown prosecutors, who prosecute the offenders." "These are their stories." "Skirting boards need doing." "Yes, miss." "I paid for an hour." "I want an hour." "All right, keep your wig on." "Housekeeping." "Out!" "Get out!" "Silky stockings and hairy legs!" "The men in this country, they are crazy!" "No class." "My turn!" "Housekeeping!" "So how much, do you reckon?" "On the bed, probably about 50 centilitres." "Which is?" "Just under a pint, in old money." "So more than a nose bleed, then?" "Yeah." "Blood loss at this volume is usually associated with laceration or ballistic trauma." "OK, Joy, I give up." "What have you done with the body?" "There isn't one." "The victim either walked or was moved." "Really?" "Mm-hm." "So, no blood trail from the room to the corridor - no blood in the corridor, the lift or the fire-escape." "How much longer is this gonna take?" "I've got guests waiting to check in." "I'm sorry, you are?" "I've already him told everything." "Ron, this is Mr Blanchard, the owner." "The occupant of the room checked in as a Mr CP Hutton." "He paid cash, but left his credit card details as security." "Did he sign in?" "Yeah, in the book." "I'm going to need a snap of that." "Mr Blanchard, did you get a good look at Mr Hutton?" "19, maybe 20." "White." "Decent clobber." "Was he with anyone?" "Not that I saw." "But, then, the front desk can get a bit lively." "Yeah, I bet." "Joe, what about CCTV?" "Joe?" "Oh." "Yeah." "There's only one camera covering the entrance and the corridor." "I don't think there'll be any usable footage." "Someone's stuck a piece of chewing gum over the lens." "So..." "Classy." "Was that done last night, do you reckon?" "Well, based on solidity, Ron, I'd say it was a historical offence." "Right, thank you for your time." "Will this be in the papers?" "I could do without it going on Trip Advisor." "It's not as though there's a body or nothing." "Yet." "You checked the hospitals and the morgues?" "Bleeders in both." "Just none with the right blood type." "It's B rhesus positive, which narrows it down." "So, basically, what you've got is a crime with no victim." "You should have seen that room." "There IS a victim." "We just don't know who." "So until you get the lab results back, you're twiddling your thumbs." "Why?" "What have you got for us?" "This is a memo from above." "'Striving towards a paper-free office.'" "Shouldn't they have sent an email?" "You can start by breaking up the paperwork party on your desks." "From now on, anything that doesn't need to be printed doesn't get printed." "Printed that for you." "Thank you, Kayla." "CP Hutton is a Mr Charles Peregrine Hutton of Holland Park." "50-years-old." "Company director." "That's 30 years older than the guy that checked into the hotel." "Great." "Pass it onto the fraud boys." "Hang on." "The only bloke who knows what went on in that room is the person using that card." "Sorry, Wes, this one is ours." "Come on." "Sorry, guv." "To be honest, I hadn't even noticed the thing was missing." "The thief hasn't run up a huge bill, has he?" "We're more concerned that the young man using your card is connected with a serious crime." "Oh, I see." "So, when did you last use your card?" "No idea." "I don't often use that one." "Probably a couple of months ago." "And just to rule you out, where were you last night?" "Dinner at my club with clients." "Russians." "You know, actually, if we could move this along a bit..." "I'm still sweating vodka!" "We're going to need the address for your club." "It's just off the King's Road." "I have a card somewhere." "And something with your signature on too, please, sir." "You're in the gardening game?" "We create bespoke exterior environments." "Same thing, different price tag." "My wife's the brains behind it." "I'm just front of house." "Business good, is it?" "Up and down." "Without my mother's address book, we'd be paupers." "Here's the card." "Contact details on it and my signature." "Chalk and cheese." "Your wife wouldn't have used that card without you knowing?" "Oh, no." "She's captain of her own ship, as far as money's concerned." "There's no need for her to know about this, is there?" "Only, she already thinks I'm the most tremendous fool when it comes to looking after money." "I think we'll let you break that bad news, sir." "We can't confirm Hutton's alibi." "We sent some guys to his club." "The doorman refused them entry." "Yeah, course he did." "I'll chase it up." "Here's the E-fit." "Ta." "How are you getting on with the credit card company?" "Give me a minute." "I've only got one pair of eyes." "Take your time, love." "We've got all day." "The card starts off with the usual boring stuff." "Waitrose, John Lewis." "Then it changes..." "When the card was stolen?" "Cinema tickets, bar bill from a couple of clubs, a purchase from a musical instrument store." "What?" "Scales Music Store, Notting Hill." "'Songs From The Shows'." "At least he's got a bit of taste." "What's that:" "CD or sheet music?" "What kind of credit card thief is this guy?" "A kinky one. 120 quid in some place called Slinky Secrets." "It cost £120." "I've got one somewhere." "Oh..." "Hold them." "Here." "Not what you were expecting?" "Actually, it's not really our area of expertise..." "It's not all Fifty Shades." "That is one of our more functional designs." "Well, we think this is the guy that bought it." "He ring any bells?" "No." "But he wouldn't, would he?" "Why?" "Because blokes don't come in here?" "No." "Because it was an internet order." "Card unseen." "So, once again, I take the whack." "But if it's an online order, you must have a delivery address, yeah?" "Holland Park." "And if you see any of my merchandise round there, get it back." "Why would the thief have something delivered here?" "Well, maybe you said the card was stolen to cover the fact that you were making purchases you'd rather no-one knew about." "Like ladies' underwear or trips to the Lord Darnley Hotel?" "That's absurd." "Recognise him?" "This was the lad who was using your card at the hotel." "Maybe you met him there." "Why would I do that?" "Well, we're not here to judge, sir." "Every marriage has its secrets." "Oh, good grief, no!" "I have a wife, who's a woman." "Anyway, I told you I was having dinner that night at my club." "We haven't been able to substantiate that." "And your doorman was less than welcoming." "I'll call them, tell them to cooperate." "You've got to understand, I did not use that card to check into that hotel." "Take the bags to the kitchen." "These are police, darling." "Nothing to worry about, just a missing credit card." "Oh, Charles, you're hopeless." "Sorry." "Mrs Hutton, have you used your husband's credit card in the last couple of weeks?" "To buy some underwear, maybe?" "No, of course not." "Was that your daughter?" "Yes." "Perhaps we could talk to her." "I don't understand." "Why would I use my father's credit card?" "If Georgia wants something, she only has to ask." "Charles is incapable of saying no to her." "Fathers and daughters, eh?" "Georgia, this is the photograph of the young man using your dad's bank card." "Recognise him?" "No." "You sure?" "You see, we also think he is involved in a very serious crime, possibly even a murder." "So if you do know him..." "Honestly, I'd really like to help you, but I can't." "I think we're done here." "Of course." "Thank you for your time." "However, I will need a list of anyone who works at the house and of course a list of any school friends." "Georgia doesn't have guests." "She's doing six A Levels." "Wow, that's impressive." "What school do you go to?" "St Sebastian's Upper.Nice." "Oh, you know people there?" "No." "Georgia's father was an old boy here." "He was a lovely chap, but never stuck at anything." "I suppose he didn't have to." "All that family money." "And what about Mrs Hutton?" "I'm afraid I can't help you there." "Nobody's quite knows where she sprang from." "Chalet girl or an air hostess, one or the other." "It was just like Charlie to marry below stairs." "Always was a hopeless romantic." "And Georgia Hutton, she does all right here, does she?" "More than all right." "She's off to Oxford." "Brains to burn." "Must take after her mother." "West Side Story, one of my favourites." "Did Georgia try out for that?" "Actually, she did." "Not her finest hour." "But it won't stop her expecting a leading role." "Young people today have such pathological self-belief." "I'm really terribly sorry." "I have a lesson to take." "Just one thing before you go, Mr Rintoul." "Is he one of yours?" "Goodness." "Doesn't look like any PE lesson I ever had." "All right, Trotsky, you just park the revolution here, while I have a word with our mystery hotel guest." "I wasn't at any hotel." "If you're going to charge my client, please do so." "Otherwise this constitutes the harassment of an innocent schoolboy." "What kind of innocent schoolboy has a family solicitor on speed dial?" "Thanks to Mr Hutton, it seems." "Someone lost a lot of blood in that hotel room, Rufus." "Who was it?" "I told you, I wasn't there." "Then you must have been somewhere else." "So where were you?" "My client has no comment." "Hey, Joe, do us a favour." "Nip to the patisserie for me, please." "Cos if we're in for the long duration here," "I could murder an apricot frangipane." "I was at a party." "It was my 18th." "Happy birthday.Thanks." "So what's this about?" "Rufus Barton." "What time did he get to your party?" "Sevenish." "Georgia was supposed to be helping me get ready, but of course she brought Rufus, so that put paid to that." "How long has she been seeing him?" "About a year." "But her mum and dad don't know?" "Course not." "Her mum's like super-strict." "Mine's not." "I can pretty much do what I like." "And Rufus, what time did he leave your party?" "I've no idea." "I was utterly mashed." "But you must have noticed people coming and going." "Poppy, do you have any photos?" "Loads." "They're on my Facebook." "We're going to need to see those." "Sure." "Friend me." "Maybe you'd like to email them to us." "Do you think Rufus could've left the party early, to see another girl?" "No way." "He was, like, surgically attached to Georgia." "Sounds like you might be a little jealous." "Don't get me wrong, Georgia's great." "But she's not perfect." "How do you mean?" "Well, for starters she's got fat, and basically disappeared." "So, Georgia Hutton puts on a bit of lumber." "Then, all of a sudden, a corset is delivered to her home address." "What do you think?" "I don't know." "I get that teenage girls are funny about that stuff." "But did she look that overweight to you?" "Maybe she shifted a few pounds in that hotel room." "OK, I fast-tracked that test, and you were right, Ron." "There's amniotic fluid in the mattress." "So, someone's given birth in that room." "That's the source of the blood, then." "Urgh!" "Remind me never to have kids." "It's OK." "I've had two." "Never felt a thing." "Lilly, thanks very much." "The question is - where's the baby?" "She is NOT the kind of girl to get herself pregnant." "And what kind of girl is that?" "The stupid kind." "Georgia doesn't even have a boyfriend." "She doesn't have time." "You know, Georgia, if you want to continue this in private, we can." "We don't have any secrets..." "Do we?" "Georgia?" "It's fine." "Georgia, we know that you're close to Rufus Barton." "Who's that?" "And that Rufus booked a hotel room at the Lord Darnley using your dad's bank card." "And that someone... ..gave birth in that room." "Someone with a very rare blood type." "B rhesus positive." "We don't really get much time together, with Rufus being a boarder and my mother being so uptight." "So we decided to leave the party and go to a hotel." "And just tell us what happened once you got to the Lord Darnley?" "It was horrible." "The room was so dirty." "We knew it would be weeks before we could arrange anything else, so we decided to stay." "And then what happened?" "We started having sex." "And then all this stuff started coming out of me." "And I started getting these horrible cramps." "And then I started bleeding." "I knew I was having a miscarriage." "It's OK." "Take your time." "There's not really anything else to say." "I'm sorry I didn't tell you this before." "I just... couldn't with my mother there." "No." "'You say that you knew straightaway from the bleeding that you were having a miscarriage.' 'Yes.'" "'Even though you didn't know you were pregnant?" "'" "What else could it have been?" "Sorry." "It's just so horrible, remembering it all." "Georgia, how far along do you think you might have been?" "Two or three months at the most." "I'm sorry about this, but I do need to ask... ..what did you do with the foetus?" "We flushed it down the loo." "'And you had no idea that you were pregnant, Georgia?" "'" "No morning sickness, nausea, anything like that?" "Thank you, DS Brooks." "I'll take this from here." "I'm Detective Inspector Leyton." "I think we have all we need for now." "So if anything else comes up, we'll be in touch.Thank you." "Wes, we weren't done there." "Yes, you were." "She had a miscarriage." "It happens more often than you think." "Guv..." "Write up your notes and put them on my desk." "The case is closed." "Stuff you're still working on, you file in your desk box." "Stuff you refer to regularly, you file in your desk drawer." "Stuff you hardly ever use..." "Ron, am I wasting my time here?" "Ron?" "Eh?" "No." "Joe, listen to this." "Georgia Hutton buys a corset to conceal the fact she's fat, right?" "No." "She just tells us she thought she was only a couple of months along." "If she's a couple of months along, she wouldn't be showing that much anyway." "OK." "Right." "Cover for me." "Where are you going?" "Down to the lab to see Lilly, see if she has finished them tests." "Look, Ron, you can't." "I just No-Crimed the report." "Well, file them in your desk box." "You're not done with them yet." "It wasn't an early miscarriage." "There was too much blood and not enough amniotic fluid on that mattress for the pregnancy to be in the first trimester." "So?" "Well, the best guess is the foetus was probably around seven months along." "Why would Georgia Hutton lie to us?" "So we wouldn't go looking for a body?" "Don't get ahead of yourself, Ron." "Wes, I reckon we should go and have a proper look at the area covered by those kids that night." "I really do." "You know what it's like with these cases." "Usually the baby is dumped very near the scene." "Why don't we have a look at all the phone boxes, the doorways, the drains and the bins?" "I'll tell you something else." "We could do with getting into that school and the Hutton house." "We haven't got enough for a warrant." "What about if we were looking for stolen goods?" "There is a man going through our rubbish." "Yeah, sorry about that." "I have a corset." "What have you got?" "Well, we found that at the bottom of a bin." "That Georgia's?" "We've found something interesting on Georgia Hutton's nightdress." "Go on, then, Lil." "Meconium." "What's that?" "Baby faeces." "Oh, so you're saying the baby was in distress before it was born?" "Meconium in the amniotic fluid can be a sign of foetal distress." "But the meconium on this nightdress is quite separate from the amniotic fluid." "So the baby excreted it after the birth?" "Exactly." "Which means what?" "The amniotic fluid from the mattress shows the baby was old enough to be viable." "And the meconium from this nightdress shows it was born, alive." "We've checked all over." "Uniform even dropped in on the local churches." "No baby has been handed in anywhere." "Plus we had a chat with the witnesses from the hotel that night - no-one heard a baby crying." "OK." "What are you thinking?" "Infanticide." "Even without a body?" "Wes, we are good to go." "We can keep looking, but I'm telling you now," "Georgia Hutton didn't give birth to fresh air." "Georgia Hutton, I'm arresting you on suspicion of infanticide." "..of assisting an offender." "We didn't do anything!" "You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not..." "Do you understand why you're here?" "Because I've been charged with killing a baby." "Your baby." "As the psychiatrist appointed by the court," "I have to establish whether the balance of your mind was disturbed at the time your baby died." "I can't believe this is happening to me." "When you went into labour, did you understand what was happening?" "No, not properly." "I mean, not until it came out." "I mean, a baby that size should've been dead, shouldn't it?" "How did you feel when you saw it was alive?" "I don't really remember." "'It was like the whole thing was happening to someone else." "Does that make me crazy?" "'" "I don't buy it." "How do you not know you're seven months pregnant?" "Our psychiatrist says she fits the profile for pervasive pregnancy denial." "The woman isn't consciously aware she's pregnant." "Any symptoms she attributes to other causes." "What?" "Too many pies and a spot of indigestion?" "I've known cases where the denial continues through to childbirth." "The woman fails to recognise the child as a real baby." "So kills it or abandons it?" "The syndrome is strongly associated with infanticide." "There's no premeditation." "Which is why she's not being charged with murder." "You can't plan to kill a baby you don't know you're having." "This application to dismiss is time wasting." "There's ample evidence to proceed." "I'm astonished that you and Rippon have lowered yourselves." "Rippon's off the job." "Georgia Hutton is to be represented by a friend of the family." "Oh, no." "Jacob." "Jacob Thorne!" "Long time no see." "Kate Barker.Maitland Cosby." "Awful business." "Awful business." "The Huttons are such nice people." "Still, I'm sure we can get this cleared up quickly." "Karen, a word in your shell-like?" "I'll see you on the pitch." "We should have a drink, Jake, and catch up." "OK, who is he and is he single?" "And in addition to the want of evidence, the body of the child has never been found." "The search is on-going, my lady." "A body is not a requirement, Mr Cosby." "There is sufficient evidence to proceed." "The application to dismiss charges is refused." "Well, that was a waste of make-up." "Get used to it." "Cosby's only just getting started." "All right there, Jakey?" "Please don't call me that." "Remind me, what case was it we last met on?" "Hannigan and Shepherd." "Ah, that's right." "You was robbed!" "Yes, I was." "Do you really think I..." "Playing nicely, boys." "How are we going to do this, then?" "You first." "Georgia didn't know she was pregnant." "The baby was stillborn." "You're taking the position that a dead baby excreted meconium?" "No, I'm taking the position there was no meconium." "The item seized by the police fell outside the scope of the warrant, which was originally obtained to recover stolen goods." "The item in question is a blood-stained nightshirt that proves Georgia Hutton's baby was born alive." "How were the police supposed to ignore something like that?" "The evidence is admitted." "(That Judge is rather partisan.)" "(You giving her one?" ")" "We've looked in the school, the hotel, Georgia's house - all the areas in between - dustbins, drains, even in the gardens that Mum and Dad were working on at the time." "You must be missing something or you'd have found it by now." "Kate, you want to have a shot, go ahead." "It's a big city out there." "I'm sorry." "It's just that a body would be very helpful." "Kate, we haven't given up yet and we'll keep you posted." "Thank you.You're welcome." "What does she want from us?" "We looked everywhere." "Look everywhere again." "Ron, take a look at this.What?" "I found some dodgy accounting in Hutton's business books." "He had his knuckles rapped for undeclared earnings." "Well, maybe some of Mummy's chums didn't fancy paying the old VAT." "Why don't we have a look in Granny Hutton's address book?" "See if we can't find him doing jobs on the side around the time the baby was born." "I'm way ahead of you, Ron." "Way ahead." "As soon as a guest checks out, the girls are in there doing the cleaning." "Bish bosh." "The room's good to go again in 20 minutes." "Very efficient." "So if the defendants had left the hotel at 10:30pm, why was it another 12 hours before the cleaning staff entered the room?" "Cos that pair never checked out." "They slipped off taking the key with them." "Left the Do Not Disturb on the door." "They obviously didn't want anyone knowing what they were doing in there." "Thank you, Mr Blanchard." "Mr Blanchard... ..what kind of establishment would you say your hotel is?" "It's got a lot of potential." "I'm thinking of getting in some flock wallpaper, going all boutique." "Lofty ambitions for a hostelry that rents rooms by the hour to local prostitutes." "Is this going somewhere, Mr Cosby?" "Georgia Hutton is accused of killing her newborn child." "But in the absence of a body, do we even know that the baby is dead?" "There is no usable CCTV footage of the night in question." "Who is to say that the child wasn't taken by any one of the ne'er-do-wells who roam the corridors of the Lord Darnley?" "Tell us about the night your baby was born." "We left Poppy's party, went to the hotel." "To... ..have sex?" "Yes." "But Georgia started getting these pains." "She was in agony." "Why didn't you call an ambulance?" "Georgia said I was making a fuss." "And at that point you really had no idea that Georgia was pregnant?" "No." "Honestly." "What happened next?" "It was all very fast... ..and messy." "He was a boy." "We talked about keeping him, but Georgia was so scared of what her mum would say." "So we wrapped the baby in a bathrobe and put him on the bed." "And left him?" "Yes." "Whose idea was the Do Not Disturb sign?" "No-one's." "We didn't do that." "I didn't." "The idea was that someone would find him quickly." "Rufus?" "Rufus, look at me, please." "How about you stop defending your girlfriend and start defending your child?" "Where is your son?" "Someone found him." "Took him to look after." "Lots of people want babies, don't they?" "Wes, Joe's been on the blower." "He's found a body." "OK, thanks." "When I started working through old Mrs Hutton's address book, I came across Marjorie Harrison." "She is the chairperson of the residents committee here." "Hutton and Fellowes, they installed these remembrance gardens around the time Georgia had the baby." "The body was buried underneath." "How do we know it's him?" "He was wrapped in a bathrobe." "We traced the laundry label." "It was from the Lord Darnley." "The child was about ten weeks premature." "It died from untreated Respiratory Distress Syndrome." "It would have been obvious it was in trouble from the moment it was born." "So, Lilly, would the baby have made it, had they got it to a hospital?" "Possibly." "Or if it had been born a few weeks later." "There isn't much anyone can do about that, though." "There is." "This baby was induced." "What?" "Synthetic oxytocin." "There was a vial found in the pocket of the dressing gown, plus the cap for a syringe." "So much for for Georgia Hutton not knowing she was pregnant." "Yeah." "Her mind was not as disturbed as she was making out." "Right." "This is no longer infanticide." "My lady, in the light of new evidence, the Crown wishes to apply to alter the indictment against both defendants from infanticide to murder." "My lady, I'd like to make an application under Section 78 to exclude the evidence found in the bathrobe." "It's more prejudicial than probative." "What?" "!" "Ms Barker!" "There is not so much as a fingerprint connecting either the vial or the syringe lid with Miss Hutton." "We've established the Lord Darnley is not known for its housekeeping standards." "These items could have been left in the pocket by the previous guest." "The evidence proves the defendants not only knew about the pregnancy but took steps to artificially induce the baby before it was full term, thereby endangering their child's life, even before they dumped it in that hotel room." "Much as I dislike your tactics, Mr Cosby," "I agree the evidence is problematic and might prejudice the jury to the degree where it outweighs its probative value." "The evidence is not allowed." "Third time lucky." "Who does he think he is?" "He can't just parachute in from Poshville and change the rules." "He's playing them to his advantage." "Isn't that what defence lawyers do?" "I don't know about the boy, but Georgia Hutton is guilty as sin." "We can't let her get away with it." "At least we've got the body now." "That'll make the jury squeamish." "Wait!" "Camille, no." "My daughter is not a bad person." "Mrs Hutton, please." "She's not a trust-fund brat." "She's got a big future." "Camille!" "Please, don't ruin my daughter's life." "I'm sorry, please, excuse my wife." "No." "For once in your life, do something!" "The defence calls Georgia Hutton." "Miss Hutton, why did you ask your father to return to the hotel?" "As soon as we left the baby, I knew it was a huge mistake." "I wanted to go back, but Rufus wouldn't let me." "He was very worried about me." "I wasn't feeling well." "So, when you got home, you asked your father to fetch the infant?" "I didn't care what my mother thought." "My baby was more important." "But when he got to the hotel, what did he find?" "He said..." "Could you speak up, please?" "He said the baby wasn't there any more." "When you got to the Lord Darnley, and you got into the room, what did you find?" "Blood." "The place was a mess." "And the baby?" "It was on the bed." "It wasn't breathing." "It was so small." "I thought of Chatton Square Gardens." "It's such a lovely spot." "So I took the child there and buried it." "I thought about Georgia, my wife..." "Their plans." "It seemed kinder to everyone to take care of things and pretend the baby had just gone." "Mr Hutton, for our records, what time did you arrive at the hotel?" "I got home about..." "well, just before 11." "Georgia and Rufus arrived shortly after." "I got to the hotel room at about 11:30." "Not according to the doorman at your club." "No, you see, once we'd persuaded him to talk to us, he told us that you were one of the last to leave the club that night." "In fact, you and your party were kicked out at around about one o'clock in the morning." "If you'll excuse me." "Interview terminated at 10:42." "What if I gave evidence against the boy?" "Perhaps the charges against my daughter could be dropped." "I've heard there are deals that can be done." "No further questions." "Miss Hutton, would you confirm something for me?" "What time did you get home and ask your father for help?" "Around 11pm." "You're quite certain about that?" "Yes." "I don't get it, Ron." "Where were Georgia and Rufus between 11 and two?" "What if this picture was taken after the baby was born and not before?" "So, what, instead of going straight from the hotel to the Huttons' house to ask for help, they went back to the party, wasted a couple of hours?" "They had no intention of anyone finding that baby alive." "The Crown calls a rebuttal witness." "Charles Hutton." "It appears Mr Hutton has declined to give evidence." "Sorry to be a bore... ..but I'm not going to go into the witness box." "I imagine you need to arrest me." "If I was on that jury, I'd think Hutton was keeping quiet just to protect his daughter." "Or to protect himself." "You think HE killed the kid?" "No." "This is all Georgia Hutton." "How's that?" "Charles Hutton would do anything for his daughter." "So if he thought he could put the blame on himself or on Rufus, then he'd be doing it, not sitting in a cell with his mouth shut." "Sometimes those who choose to defend the indefensible find themselves falling back on dark arts." "They use misdirection to make us look the other way and sleight of hand to conceal the truth." "When that happens, you have to hold on to the simple facts." "If Miss Hutton had taken her newborn baby to a hospital, he would still be alive today." "But Miss Hutton and Mr Barton didn't take their premature and struggling child to a hospital." "They took themselves back to the party they had attended earlier that evening." "And only when they were quite confident that their baby was dead did Georgia Hutton go home and ask her father for help." "These are the facts." "Hold on to them." "Georgia Hutton's parents didn't pay eight grand a term to have their daughter walk out of school pushing a pram." "And, as for Rufus Barton, was he really going to write a letter home telling his parents they had a grandchild on the way?" "'PS, can I have some money for tuck?" "'" "Nobody wanted Georgia Hutton's baby." "But that doesn't mean anyone killed it." "There is a two-hour discrepancy between the accounts we've heard." "Two hours." "Who lied?" "The defendants?" "Mr Hutton?" "The doorman at the club where Mr Hutton was such a loyal member and generous tipper?" "Who lied?" "Or were they just confused?" "Did Georgia Hutton delay in asking for help or did her father delay in giving it?" "And what of Rufus Barton, where is he in all this?" "Is he really the innocent he pretends to be?" "Or is this not murder at all?" "Is this just a simple family tragedy in which a young girl was so terrified of disappointing her mother..." "..that she hid her pregnancy and when the baby came it simply stopped breathing because it was born too soon?" "Georgia Hutton may not have wanted her baby." "That is not to say she wanted it dead." "So, who, if anyone, killed Baby Hutton?" "I don't know." "Do you?" "Beyond all reasonable doubt?" "How much are the Huttons paying Cosby?" "I don't know, but they're getting their money's worth." "So you won't be looking him up after the case?" "Nah." "I don't really do posh boys." "All those boarding-school hang-ups." "Now, give me a bit of rough any day of the week." "Thank you for over sharing." "The jury's back." "Shall we?" "On the charge of murder, how do you find the defendant Rufus Barton?" "Not guilty." "On the charge of murder, how do you find the defendant Georgia Hutton?" "Not guilty." "If that's justice, then what's the flippin' point?" "You know?" "If it was a couple of hoodies in the dock..." "Just got to be smarter next time." "Hutton, what's he going to get?" "Two months for keeping his gob shut." "Bad luck, all." "Bad luck." "No hard feelings, eh?" "Listen, I've got to dash." "Mrs Hutton's buying me lunch." "I reckon I might be in there." "How do you sleep at night?" "Like a baby." "Too soon?" "Listen, if you decide to defect to the dark side, call me." "I can introduce you to some people." "Come on." "Well, punishment of a sort, maybe." "Rufus." "It's not enough, Ron." "It's not nearly enough." "No."