Injustice (2011): Season 1, Episode 3 - Injustice - full transcript

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William Travers, well, well, well.

I've been offered a case in London.

A murder case -
I don't believe this.

It's Martin Newall.
Martin? Yeah.

He's accused of murdering his
secretary.

I didn't do it, Will, I swear to God.

On the way to the hotel, Lucy seemed
very nervous.

I don't know, I thought I saw
someone. What else?

The computer, it was in the room,
but the police couldn't find it.

This barrister, Travers, he has no
reason to look into our affairs.

He will if he believes the girl was
killed to get at the computer.



Alan, can I have a word?
I read your story.

Can you publish it?
Getting published isn't easy.

You've got a new case. A murder,
someone got shot at a farm house.

Animal rights activist,
Philip Spaull.

The man who supplied the gun,
Mr Crips,

has a disability. All I got to do
is find a gun dealer

with one hand that's gone spazo.

You didn't hear the car? It was one
of them erm...electric ones.

Like a hybrid?
He knows where Spaull lives,

he breaks in and shoots him in the
head.

It's these bleeding lawyers.

They don't case what they do,
it's just a game.

If at any time I come to think that
he isn in fact guilty, I will walk.

BOY: Come on.



Do it.

Ah!

What is it that makes us think

that Martin Newall did not kill
Lucy Wilson?

You were at university together?
That's entirely irrelevant.

I'm glad.
The computer.

Exactly, the computer. Our client
insists

that he took it with him into the
hotel room.

Now that may be or may not be
verified by the maid

who came to do the turn down in the
room. I'm going to need her name.

Right.
I'll talk to her.

So, by the time the police arrived,
the computer was already missing,

suggesting, of course, that somebody
had gone into the room and taken it.

That was the motive. It was nothing
to do with the affair.

Unless Lucy Wilson was planning
blackmail.

Which is what the police say.
But where's the evidence?

There's no evidence she even
threatened it.

Well, that's the question. Isn't it?

I mean, what was on that computer
that was so important

that someone was prepared to
kill for it?

See the football?
What?

Ipswich Town versus Sheffield United
last night. Amazing game.

What makes you think I'm remotely
interested in football?

What makes you think I'm remotely
interested

in talking about it with you?

Sir, can I ask you a question?
What?

Do you have a personal antipathy
towards me

or are you just always like this?
No, I'm always like this.

But as it happens, I don't like you
neither.

The prosecution have er...given us
primary disclosure.

We've got the statements of the
SOCO, the forensic statement,

the pathologist report
and the blood report.

And what about the computer? They
mention the case it was carried in,

that's in the premises search book.

But they don't mention the computer
at all. It's not recorded as stolen?

No. That's sloppy,
even by Met standards. Anything else?

Lucy Wilson's Blackberry.

Everything on the phone. Addresses,
phone numbers, the works.

0207 946 0068, London number,
obviously.

And she called it a few times,
including twice on the day she died.

Do we know who this belongs to?
We can get that from the police.

Then there's the memo pad.

(READS) 'Agadir'.
Yeah, she typed it into her phone.

The name Agadir and a list of dates.

Yeah, January, April, July.

Agadir... Agadir is in er...it's in
Morocco near Marrakesh.

Qestrel might do business there.
Do they have any oil in Morocco?

No, not that I know of anyway.

But they may have people who buy and
sell it.

It seems strange though, doesn't it?

I mean, why would you bother putting
that on your phone?

Right, I'm going to want CCTV
footage.

Every camera in the immediate
vicinity of The Avenue Hotel

and the diner that Martin visited.
I can do that.

Notice anything odd, anything
strange,

Let's say a radius of...

a mile, in it.

And you'll need to do me a DVD,
David. All right.

Right, anything else?
No, I think that's it.

Good. OK, I am going home.

We've been campaigning against
the trade in primates from Laos,

baboons from Tanzania
and against the airlines

who are part of the chain of cruelty
transporting them here.

It's a completely indefensible
trade.

When it comes to medical procedures,

you only get a 50% success rate from
animal trials.

You might as well toss a coin.
Oh, forgive me, Miss Kirsten,

I didn't come here for the lecture.

You said you wanted to understand
our work.

Yeah, I'm interested in the radical
action bit, that's part of your name.

MPs are busy. The press aren't
always interested.

Sometimes you have to make yourself
heard. Oh, by using violence?

There was a time when we made the
wrong sort of headlines.

But I came in a year ago and we've
cleaned up our act.

Tell us about Philip Spaull.

I haven't seen Philip for a while.

You're not likely to neither.
You know he's dead?

I didn't know, no.

Sorry, you have my condolences.

Someone took radical action with a
bullet through his head.

He was killed? How well did you
know him, Ms Kirsten?

I met him occasionally.

We've a lot of supporters.

But he was good man.

And when he put a bomb underneath the
car of a well-known scientist,

was he being a good man then?

That wasn't Philip. That wasn't us.

But he confessed.
Your fellow police officers

beat a confession out of him.

It's not quite the same thing.

The point is, he was found not
guilty,

so that was the end of it, unless
there's been a change in the law.

Oh, I bet you know all about the law,
don't you, Ms Kirsten?

I know about not crossing the line.

Animal rights may not mean anything
to you, Detective Inspector.

But at the end of the day it
matters.

It's actually about our humanity.

I bet Philip Spaull was a model of
humanity.

Is that why he got off?

He got off because he had a
brilliant barrister

who believed in him and saw that he
couldn't possibly have done

what he was accused of.

Mr Travers persuaded the jury

that he should never have been
arrested in the first place. Who?

The barrister.
No, who?

His name's Travers.
Maybe you should talk to him.

We've already met.

RADIO: The government insists

that no further funds can be found
for coastal defence.

Police have released the name of a
man

shot dead at a farm near
Framlingham.

Philip Spaull, aged 32 -
(BRAKES SCREECH)

..had also been using the name of
John Jarrold.

Spaull was a known supporter of
animal rights group RADAR,

that had been investigated several
times

for its use of violent protest.

Local fishermen say that this could
be...

Sue. Sue, have you got a minute?

The rest of my life, darling.
What is it? Have you read this?

I try not to, it depresses me.
Well, I just heard it on the radio

and it's already in the paper.
It's Philip Spaull.

He's been living here, in Suffolk,
and now someone's shot him.

It says here...Framlingham, erm...
Fox Tree Farm,

killed with a pistol.

Wow, good riddance.

Is that all you can say?

What if Will has seen this? What if
Kate has seen it?

It's just going to drag it all out
again! Jane, calm down.

He was a very unpleasant man.

He caused you an awful lot of damage
and now he's dead.

So this is the end.

And if Will had seen it, he would
have said something,

wouldn't he? Don't you think?

Well, I suppose so. He's bound to
find out eventually.

He'll probably be glad.

I'm just worried, you know.

I just... I thought we'd put all of
this to rest.

Darling, this has got nothing to do
with you.

It's got nothing to do with Will.

Philip Spaull is dead and buried,

so just be glad.

Wenborn?

It would be nice to see some
paperwork from time to time.

We do have procedures, you know.
Yes, sir.

So, how's it going?
Yeah, it's going very well, sir.

How about you and DS Taylor,
you getting on?

Yes, sir. Detective Sergeant Taylor
is very capable...very focused.

As bad as that, then. So, tell me
about Spaull.

That's his real name, I understand.

Yeah, well that's what it said in
the newspaper.

You just be careful, Wenborn.

Right, we may have a trace on the
gun.

We've got some tyre tracks and
there's a connection

with the Liam Johnstone case.
Do you remember?

The stolen medals, I'm hardly likely
to forget it.

So...what connection?

I haven't quite worked it out yet,
sir,

but I'll let you know when I do.

Good to see you, Martin.

This is a terrible business.

John, I...don't know what to say.

It was so stupid of me.

My secretary, for God's sake.

We've all been there. The flesh is
weak.

And I'm told she was quite a stunner.

I can't believe it.

I still can't believe it.
Well, I think we're agreed

that you didn't kill her...aren't we?

I didn't touch her.
Well...

I didn't kill her. We've had the
police in here quite a few times

and they seem to think differently.
Well, they're wrong.

Either way, it's not exactly helpful,
is it?

I'll resign if you think it would
help.

I don't think it will come to that.

Of course, I don't want you coming in
until this is over.

Nor do I want you speaking to any of
our clients.

I understand. And there is still the
question of the missing computer.

What exactly was on it?

Just er...some of the contracts
I was working on.

The police have mentioned the name
Agadir.

Agadir? We don't even have any
contacts there, do we?

So it wasn't on your computer?

There's nothing, John, on my
computer

that could do anyone any harm.
I promise you.

Well, that depends on who's asking
what questions.

Well, we don't have anything to
hide, do we?

That's exactly the sort of question
I mean.

Look, this is a private matter.

It's about you screwing your
secretary

and the poor girl ending up dead.

As long as the the trial continues,
I will try to support you.

But if this starts impacting on our
business

and that barrister of yours starts
making a nuisance of himself,

we will have to take a different
view.

Do I make myself clear?

Completely.

Good.

I thought you would see things our
way.

Excuse me. Madam.

Oh, Mr Travers. There's a policeman
here to see you.

A Detective Inspector Wenborn.

Thank you, Malcolm.

We've met before. Yeah, Ipswich
Crown Court. Liam Johnstone case.

Yes.
He walked free.

That's usually what happens when a
jury finds someone not guilty.

Did you know that the arresting
officer was suspended?

No, but I'm not entirely surprised.

Right. Well, I'm not here about that
anyway. Good.

I understand that you once
represented

a man called Philip Spaull.

Yeah. Yes, more than two years ago.

You got him off.

Well...actually...the jury, having
considered the evidence,

acquitted him. There is a subtle
distinction.

Did you ever see him again after
that?

Yeah. Yeah, I did. He came to my
chambers once

to give me a bottle of wine,
but...I never saw him again.

Did you know he was living in
Suffolk?

No, but I read that he died here.

You've seen the papers.
Yeah.

How did you feel about that?
One of your clients getting shot.

Oh...

A surprising number of my clients
have been shot, Detective Inspector.

It tends to go with their line of
work.

I'm interested to know what sort of
man Spaull was.

You must have got to know him quite
well. What sort of man?

I'm not sure I can really answer that
one.

Well, you defended him.
You must have been close.

Close? In what sense?

During the trial.

Oh, I can tell you that he wasn't
married,

that he didn't seem to have a
girlfriend.

He'd been a teacher for a while.

Obviously he was very concerned about
animal welfare.

You know, frankly, all these things
are...

are in the public records, so...

Look, I'm sorry but I have to be
somewhere.

If there's anything else you want to
ask?

No.

That's something I've often wondered
about.

How do people like you defend
someone if you know they're guilty?

People like me assume that they are
innocent,

because that is in fact what they
are, under the law.

Yeah, I know. Everyone is innocent
until they're proven guilty.

But there must be times when you're
fairly sure inside that they're not.

If a client tells me that they are
innocent, then I believe them.

Because if I don't believe in them,

if I don't have complete faith in
them, then how can I do my job?

You can lie.

Not to myself, I can't.

Watching someone like Philip Spaull
walk free after what he'd done,

that would make me feel sick.

But the jury decided he didn't do it,
Detective Inspector.

That is the whole point.

Is that your car?

Yes.
Oh, you er...you have a hybrid.

Yes. Yes, my daughter wants me to
save the planet,

I need to get from A to B, ergo...

Anyway, it was good to meet with you,
Detective Inspector.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello.
Jane, this is Henry. Hi.

I've read the manuscript.
What did you think?

How old did you say the boy was?
17.

Well, I have to agree with you.

I think you've found something really
quite remarkable.

It's an original idea, he has a
unique voice - So you'll publish it?

I'd publish anything if it would lure
you back. But, yes.

He'll be thrilled. You don't know
what it'll mean to him.

I still want to know more about him.

Have you found out anything?
No, but I will.

Good. Tell him I'm looking forward
to seeing the rest.

Thanks, Henry. Bye.

So, what's the book called?

ALAN: The Operation.

What did you think of it?
I was very surprised.

I think it has a lot of promise.

I really liked the setting,
Felixstowe.

You seemed to know it very well.

Yeah, I lived there.
Did you?

Near the sea?
No addresses!

No, of course not.

ALAN: The Operation,
by Alan Stewart.

'We're going to operate on your
head.'

That's what they said.

But it was in his head, that was
where they went.

What did they find when they got in
there?

Flat and grey and empty, just like
him.

Stretching out to horizons that in
his whole life he would never reach.

Pizzas and burgers and fish and
chips, fat and greasy.

That was what he remembered.

And, of course, the mini golf.

He hated bloody mini golf.

He curled his hand and felt the
stubby pencils

and those stupid lightweight balls.

The waves, they were there like
thoughts in his head.

Crashing up to the plastic amusement
arcade

full of plastic people eating their
plastic ice cream.

He could see it, couldn't he?
From the corner of his room.

Welcome to the concrete jungle.

Prefab's the word, and that's not
pre-fabulous.

You want to walk the streets?

You do it in pairs, like the police
who come round on Saturday nights.

You Jane. Me Tarzan.

OK, bye.

Forensics sent through the file on
Mr Crips. Oh, yeah?

The man who may have supplied the
gun that killed Philip Spaull.

I know who he is. OK, so we got
three guns and three names.

Two of them already inside and one
of them died last June, coronary.

Oh, my heart bleeds.
Yeah, so did his, apparently.

(MOBILE RINGS)
So, we got one in Holloway Road,

One in Paxton Hall and -
Wenborn.

Where is she?

OK. Right, I'm on my way.

Hi, excuse me. I'm looking for a
family called Stewart.

I was just wondering if you knew
the number of their flat.

(BUZZ)

MAN: Who is it?
Erm...I'm looking for a Mrs Stewart.

(BUZZ)

WOMAN: Who is it?
Oh, hi. Is this erm...Mrs Stewart?

Oh, fuck off.

(BUZZ)

WOMAN: Yes?
Hi...

Erm...I'm looking for a Mrs Stewart.

Yes.
Are you Alan Stewart's mother?

Yes. I was just wondering
if I could have a word with you.

I'm a friend of his.

I'm one of his teachers at
Paxton Hall.

(WOMAN SIGHS)

Come in. It's on the ninth floor.

Thanks.

What did you think you were doing?
What is this?

Some cheap, plastic necklace?

What do you think you are,
an Oxfam shop?

I wasn't thinking.
Don't tell me that.

You knew exactly what you were
doing. You were seen.

Is this some sort of way you're
trying to get at me? No.

Yeah, cos when this gets out,
if this gets out,

I'm going to be a laughing stock.

I didn't know what I was doing, Mark.

I really didn't.
You get yourself arrested.

You get my daughter arrested.
It was a misundestanding -

Don't lie to me! All right?

Just go.

Can I?
Yeah. I'm sorting it for you.

I'm sorry, Mark.
Just get out of here now.

Afternoon.

You know you shouldn't be here.

If the bar counsel ever heard about
this...

Natalie...are you interested in legal
technicalities

or getting your client off?

You saw them both, Lucy Wilson
and Martin Newall?

I don't know names. They are just
guests, you know.

Did you speak to them?
Yes.

Housekeeping.

(LUCY GIGGLES)

Oh, sorry, sir. You want some
turn-down service?

No, we're fine, thank you. No, we
can turn ourselves down, thank you.

Sorry to disturb you.
Oh, wait a minute.

Do you know anywhere we could get
some fast food?

Er...fast?

And did you see a computer in the
room?

The police asked me. I said, yes,
maybe.

He had a case, and er...there was
something...

a computer.

Yeah.
And can you tell me erm...

what were they like together?

I don't understand. Oh, sorry.
Were they erm...were they friendly?

Oh, yes. Very, very friendly.
In love.

Oh...thank you.

Do you think it would be possible to
have a look at the room?

You take hotel room and you never
know, do you?

You never know what happened there.

To think a young girl came in here
and was killed.

She was lying there, on that bed.

Mr Travers.
Yeah?

Have you seen enough?

Yeah.

So the maid...

not entirely helpful if she isn't
100% sure.

Well, I'll settle for 60/40.

And at least she confirms that Martin
went out.

Getting back at 8:40.
You spoke to the guy in the lift?

Yes, his name is John Loener,
he's from Detroit.

He remembers seeing Martin in the
lift. Elevator.

Whatever.

What about the phone?
Oh, you mean Lucy's Blackberry?

Yeah, the number, 0068. We managed
to get a name and address.

But er...you wouldn't go there,
would you?

That would be completely
unprofessional.

Thank you.

The whole thing was a bloody
nightmare.

Stupid sod.

Alan was always soft, do you know
what I mean?

Soft? While the other kids was out
kicking a football

or getting into trouble...Alan was
always on his own,

reading or scribbling in that
notebook of his.

He wanted to be a writer.

You really think you can do
something

with this book of his, then? Yes.
There's money in it?

Well, there might be, but erm...

I need to know more.

Bloody newspapers.

They promised us the Earth when it
happened,

never paid up a penny in the end.

All right.

It was at St Gregory's, here in
Felixstowe.

The comprehensive.
You remember now?

I've got it all here.

He went into school with a gun and
shot another kid in the stomach.

By the name of Wayne.

He'll be pissing into a plastic bag

for the rest of his life,
but it's all he deserves.

Well, what had he done?
He was a bully.

Always on at Alan, all the bloody
time. Alan's gay,

Alan's this, Alan's that.
I told him to take no notice,

but he wouldn't listen to me.

In the end, something must have
snapped.

How did Alan get hold of a gun?

Christ knows. You can get anything
round here.

Yeah, but he must have told you.
He said he found it in a skip.

Yeah, but...people don't leave loaded
guns in skips.

Well, that's what he told me.

That's what he told the judge.

Are you calling him a liar?
No. No, not at all.

So what about this book, then?

What about it?

Come on, love. How much are you
going to pay?

It's not looking too good, is it?
Oh, I wouldn't say that.

The maid you spoke to doesn't
remember seeing the computer,

the police don't even believe it
exists.

Well, she said she saw something,
and that's enough.

Do you know anything about erm...
Agadir?

Agadir, why do you ask that?

Why are you so surprised? Well,
I was at Qestrel yesterday afternoon

and they asked the same question.

They said the police had been in
asking about it.

Does it mean anything to you?
Not to me, no.

How did you come across it?

No, it was on Lucy's Blackberry
along with some...these dates.

January 13th, April 5th,
July the 10th.

No, sorry, Will.

God knows I want to be able to help,
but I can't.

OK.

Hey. Takes you back, doesn't it?

TV: And he's gone! He's caught him.

You remember the game against
Emmanuel?

I was thinking more of the game
against Corpus Christie, actually.

You nearly got a century then.
98 run out...

by you. Yeah,
I told you not to go for it, though.

What, as in barking out, 'One More.'
And belting down the wicket?

We still won the match, didn't we?

You er... You haven't told me about
Jane.

Well, what is there to say?

She went into publishing?

Well, she always wanted to write the
next great English novel,

be the new Virginia Woolf.

Martin...
You happy together?

Yes.

I loved her, you know.

I loved her more than...

you can possibly imagine.

And you took her away from me.
We were 22.

We were undergraduates.
I didn't take her away from you.

She walked out.

Still feels as though you ruined me
life, though.

Can't fall out now, can we?

You're my only hope.

And I'm really grateful, Will.

Really, I am.

Yeah.

You know, Dad, you don't to knock
at the door every time,

you've got your own key.
I'm just getting my bag

then heading back to Suffolk.

(KEYPAD TONES)

Hey, look, there's a cab.

Let's have some of this. Oi! Taxi!

(RINGING TONE)

Hi, this is Wenborn. Leave a -
(BEEP)

All right, mate. Take us...

How is he? Martin.

Older, obviously.

Putting on a little bit of weight
around...

No, there was something else about
him though, he seemed...

down at heel, you know?

As if life had somehow
disappointed him.

It's oil trading. I mean,
when I knew him,

he was going to change the world.
Oh, well,

we were all going to change the
world.

I just... I wish he hadn't contacted
you.

I just don't like him dragging you
back into all of this again

after what happened, after what you
said! Hey, hey!

I promise you, darling,

it's not going to happen again.

I can handle this.

How do you know that?
Because things have changed.

I have changed.

What if you're wrong? What if it
turns out that he killed her?

I can deal with it.

Thanks for seeing me.

Well, you were rather insistent
on the phone.

I understand you've come down from
Ipswich. Yes, sir.

This morning? Last night.
And you're looking for information

concerning Philip Spaull?
Yeah.

You know that he was killed in
Suffolk last week? Yes.

I did read about that.

Not a great loss to the community,
I would have thought.

How well did you know him?

Hardly at all. The trial was over
very quickly

and to me he was just the accused,
the man in the dark.

The person you should really be
talking to is William Travers,

who defended him.
We've already met.

That's interesting.

What exactly do you want to know?

What sort of man was he?

Spaull was in his 30s,

single, obsessive.

He'd worked briefly as a chemistry
teacher in a London secondary school

before he joined Radical Action for
the Defence of Animal Rights,

RADAR. After that, animal rights
became his entire life.

So, he targeted
one Professor Ian Miller,

chief scientist at Ducannon Research.

Experimenting on mice, was he?

Mice, rabbits, various other
mammals.

He was involved in the production of
new pharmaceuticals.

I suppose that's a good enough reason

to put half a pound of explosive
under his car.

Evidently so.

Unfortunately it went badly wrong.

Professor Miller had an
eight-year-old son.

The boy went to the car to pick up

some book he'd forgotten from
school.

The bomb was activated by opening
the front door.

Only child?

Yes.
Hmm, terrible. Really is terrible.

So, how did Spaull come across in
court?

Well-spoken, persuasive.

You planned the cold-blooded murder
of a hard-working family man

because you considered yourself and
your cause to be above the law.

No, that's not true.
I have to hand it to him,

he was undoubtedly a fanatic and yet
to the jury at least

he was completely sympathetic.
Did he do it?

He was found not guilty.

That's not what I asked.

You know that Spaull made a complete
confession

to the police after he was arrested?

Yeah, but he was acquitted, so what
happened? That was Travers.

Unfortunately, most of our evidence
was circumstantial.

Spaull knew chemistry, he was a
member of RADAR,

the animal rights group.

There were chemicals found at his
home,

fertiliser, that sort of thing,

that might have been used to make
a bomb. Taken together,

it might have been enough.
You had the confession as well.

It was actually the confession that
damaged our case.

We over-relied on it.
That was our mistake.

Oh, he withdrew it.

At the last minute, yes.

He claimed the police had put undue
pressure on him.

You mean they'd beaten him up.
That's what he claimed.

So what had he done, thrown himself
down the stairs?

That was what I assumed.

That's what I still believe.

Unfortunately, the CCTV told another
story. As I'm sure you're aware,

when a prisoner is being held after
his arrest,

every visit has to be logged.

Well, that's what happened with
Spaull.

Every interview, every exercise
break, every cup of tea.

Travers went through 200 hours of
CCTV footage

taken at the station where Spaull
was being held.

And found that two investigating
officers

had made a single visit to the cell

that wasn't authorised and hadn't
been logged.

Their visit to the cell was on the
cameras but wasn't in the book.

Travers used it, made it look
suspicious

and suddenly Spaull is the victim.

Travers showed the footage in court.

He undermined the confession and the
whole case went with it.

Tell me a little bit about Travers.
I mean, how would you rate him?

Well...

he was an extremely good counsel.

He knew what he was doing.

And yet, perhaps there was
one fatal flaw.

Go on.
Everyone is innocent.

It's what makes our justice system
the envy of the world.

Of course, not everyone sees it that
way.

There are silks out there who'll
take on a case

for the price of a two week holiday
in Barbados,

whatever they may think, but not
Travers.

He really did believe 100% in his
clients.

And that's a flaw.

Most definitely.

I remember when the verdict came in.

Not guilty, My Lord.
(JEERING)

Outrageous!
Disgusting!

The wrong verdict.

I knew it, he must have known it
too.

I remember thinking, you must know
what you've done.

How are you going to live with this?

How could you do this?

How could you?

This isn't justice,

this was injustice.

My son is dead.

(ALL SHOUT QUESTIONS)

No statements.

That was his last case in London.

Travers became ill shortly
afterwards.

Oh, he wasn't just ill, he had a
complete nervous breakdown.

How do you know that?
I found out.

Ah.

You've seen his medical records?

I didn't know.

It's erm... It's really very kind
of you, Philip,

but there's absolutely no need.

It's Puligny-Montrachet, Mr Travers.
They told me it's the best.

Well...I'll enjoy it. Thank you.

I just thought, in view of
everything, you deserve it.

Oh, I just...just do my job.

No, you did more than that.

You got me.

You understood me completely from
day one and you went with me.

Oh, I wouldn't say that exactly.

We got away with it.

Of course we didn't want the kid to
die, neither of us wanted that.

But it was necessary, we've got to
accept that.

I mean, in any war there's always
going to be innocent bystanders -

Sh. ..make no mistake.
This is a war - Just stop,

stop right there. Philip, that's
enough.

Don't you pretend.

Don't pretend for one minute
that you didn't know.

What?
You know what.

No.

I did it.

You know that, but you believed
in what I was doing.

No, no, no, no, no. I... I...

I believed you.
I confessed!

No, the police...the police made you.

Oh, come on. Look, there's only the
two of us here.

No witnesses.

You know I killed that poor,
little sod.

No. I-I-I never... I never thought
that.

Not for a-a single minute.

Radical action, it does what it says
on the tin.

Just-Just stop right now. Could you -
Could you get out of my office?

You mean you really didn't...

I thought you were playing a game,
man.

I thought you were laughing at them
all.

Janice.
I thought you were with me.

Janice!
You idiot.

You fucking, fucking idiot.

Shut up!

(GROANING AND SCREAMING)

Mr Travers, stop! You're going to
kill him!

Stop him!

(PHILIP SCREAMS IN DISTRESS)
Stop!

I never thought I'd see him again
until he turned up last week.

In court?
Very much so.

Yes. Back again, large as life.

Just a few weeks after Spaull's
death, as well.

That doesn't feel like a coincidence,
neither.

I suppose not.

Hmm.

Thanks very much Mr Forbes-Watson.
You've been most helpful.

So have you, Detective Inspector.

So have you.
Cheers. Ta-rah!