Criminal Justice (2008–2009): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

In preparation for his trial Ben's case is given to a hot shot feminist barrister, Alison Slaughter, but the naive youngster is concerned that her only concern in getting him off the murder charge is to blacken the name of the victim in order to reduce the severity of the charge. He is unwilling to play along and she rejects his case.

He said five deliveries.

That's the last one.

Mr Graham's very grateful
for all the hard work

you've been putting in
over the last few weeks.

Your work's done, featherweight.

Out of all the barristers
they could have given me!

The clerks know
you don't like Alison Slaughter.

You'd never have said yes
if they'd choose herput her up for this.

So, they tell you
you can have the head of chambers,

knowing that you can't do it.
Then the day before the trial...

"I'm gutted, Mr Stone.
He's gutted, Mr Stone.



"Last minute Court of Appeal thing.
We're all gutted."

"But Alison Slaughter's free."

Yeah, what choice do I have
so late in the day?

OK, manslaughter's gone.

- We're in the house.
- We don't have much option about that.

- But we didn't murder her.
- No.

So, she attacked us,
we defended ourselves, she died. Simple.

We haven't discussed self-defence.

First thing I look for
when I get a brief second-hand.

Is there a bullshit defence
I'm stuck with?

It's to your credit
that our instructions from Mr Coulter

are so completely useless.

Forensics?

- Damning.
- Ours?



I've had preliminary,
off-the-record chats...

Basically, our man put the knife in her.

Self-defence... only option.
Tell me about Melanie.

Bit wild, I think.

In a normal way.

- Good.
- Troubled,

possibly, I don't know.

I want "a bit wild"

and "troubled possibly" turned into
off her trolley and dangerous.

I'm done here.
Mr Stone's been very helpful.

I'm out to lunch.

I'm a solicitor.

Not the police force.
How am I supposed to find all this?

I've given you the picture I want.
Go and do the colouring in.

Bring me Melanie the nutter.

I'm not very good with funerals.
I'm just going to...

I'm going to stay outside,
if that's all right.

I don't know what you think you're doing here,
but if you go near that family,

I'll finish your career.

I've got a job to do, Box.
Just like you.CP non detect?, ne pas rallonger

- What did you say?
- We're both working, aren't we?

I'm looking after the family
of a murder victim.

Making sure they know
that they have my support.

Like I said.

Working.

"Better by far
you should forget and smile,

"than that you should remember
and be sad."

Beautiful, isn't it?

I do love Rossetti.

I'm Lizzie.

Hello.

- We haven't met before.
- No.

Were you a close friend of Melanie?

Here's my card.

Who are you?

Melanie's death, it's not
straight forward as people think.

Call me.

Wakey, wakey, boys and girls.

Lovely day.

Rise and shine.

Today's the day, Sunbeam.

It's a long time you're in the dock.

The jury will try and avoid
looking at you most of the time.

They'll...

They'll sneak little looks,
of course, cos you're a murderer.

How you're looking, what you're doing,

it really, really matters.

Don't for a second lose concentration.

Don't get caught looking wrong.

Thanks, Hooch.

Shopping.

From Mr Graham.

There's one thing
Freddie Graham's terrified of.

Boredom.

You're that rare thing.
A lad in prison with half a brain.

He can't resist you.

My mum already sent in a shirt.

I know your mum.

Mary.

She's a decent woman.

Oh, yes.

She'll do her best for her son.

But she doesn't know juries.

She'll put you in something nice.

Something...

wedding nice.

It won't be a jury shirt.

I already have a shirt.

Thank you.

That's not a jury shirt. Here.

Take it off and put this one on.

- Where's the barrister?
- Take your shirt off.

- Is she good?
- Put it this way.

If I'd known she was available,

I would have asked
for Alison Slaughter from the off.

- Ben Coulter?
- Hello.

You're a vacuum. I love a vacuum.

What?

You have been no help
whatsoever to anyone

on the question of how Melanie Lloyd
got a fatal knife wound to the heart.

Which is splendid,

because I get to fill the vacuum
and you will tell me that I'm right.

We're running self-defence.

She's a highly-sexed predatory

and disturbed woman.

By the time I've finished
with Melanie Lloyd,

the jury will have her down
as borderline satanic.

Agreed, Mr Stone?

We have an advantage here
on account of her being dead.

She can't contradict
anything we say about her.

Can I have some time?

We're in court in 3 minutes.
I need focus and clarity.

She liked knives.

She lured you into her nutty world,
she messed around with your head,

she tried to kill you,
you defended yourself, she died.

That's what we're running.

- But that's not...
- No buts.

It's the only defence available to us.

And it just happens to be the defence
which will win us the trial

and give you your life back.

So,

unless you're very stupid,

I'm pretty sure you're going to
remember things the way I'm telling it.

I'll see you upstairs.

We're running self-defence
on the back of she was out to lunch.

- Has he agreed to that?
- Not yet.

We have to have instructions, don't we?
We can't just make it up.

He likes you, doesn't he?

So squeeze his little pips.

Help him to remember
what we want him to remember.

- Is that ethical?
- I beg your pardon?

Sorry.

She's saying self-defence.

It could be true. It could be
how it happened and you've blanked it.

It's not uncommon.

I'd be saying that I killed her.

You'd be saying you caused her death.

That you were in fear
for your own life and had no choice.

What you did would be...

was...
reasonable in the circumstances.

My mum and dad will be in court.

Mum. Dad.

I put a knife in somebody.

You do need to tell us, Ben.

You need to say yes to self-defence.

You told me I shouldn't admit
to anything I couldn't remember doing.

All we have to do is raise the
possibility of self-defence in court.

Then it's for the other side
to prove that it wasn't.

One nod from you and the prosecution
has to work very hard

to disprove
you weren't defending yourself.

Self-defence is your only way out.

- He's nearly there.
- Nearly's no good.

He needs a bit longer.

All parties in Coulter to Court One.

Let's buy some time.

How?

M'Lady,

now that the jury are in

could they be sent out again, please?

"Is she dead?" The question
my client is alleged to have asked

in the back of the police car
as it approached the murder scene

is very damaging.

I agree.

If it was said,
it shouldn't have been.

You could do without it, Ms Slaughter.

And the jury should not be permitted
to hear something so prejudicial

- in evidence.
- Because you don't like it?

Is there a new category
of inadmissible evidence

which is called the defence
don't like it

because it makes
the defendant look guilty?

PACE says that all interviews
should be conducted

at the police station
so that they can be tape recorded,

a solicitor can be present

and the police are protected
from their own tendency to...

make things up.

Mr Painter.

He just said it.

It wasn't prompted by anything.
If it had been said as the result

of a question asked
in the police car by a police officer,

then it would be quite wrong
and wholly inadmissible,

because questions must be
put in recorded interview

at the police station,

with a solicitor present...

so the police can be protected
from the tendency

of criminals to make things up.

I said it.

The jury will hate it.
We don't want them to hear it.

But I said it. It's the truth.

It's irrelevant.

Would M'Lady give me
one moment with the defendant?

You've had all the time you need.

My ruling is that
this evidence is admissible.

The jury will hear it.

This is a vicious,

cold-blooded murder.

A young girl knifed to death

by a callous killer

who made every attempt
to hide the evidence

of the brutal crime he had committed.

Some of what you are going
to hear and see is very upsetting.

Murder is murder,

and, invariably,

it's ugly.

He paid for petrol.
He got back into the black cab,

and they drove away.

Time's up. This is it.

I can't cross-examine anyone
without your instructions.

So I need you to look me
in the eye right now

and tell me that I'm right.

She attacked you.
You defended yourself. She died.

Yes?

Am I wrong? Tell me I'm wrong.

That's good enough. Let's go.

In your witness statement you say

that Melanie threw a cigarette butt

out of the cab window
at the petrol station,

- is that correct?
- Yes.

Reckless and dangerous, don't you think?

Where's this going, Ms Slaughter?

It's a pretty crazy thing to do.

I'm going to warn you now.

We have joined up
cross examination in my court.

No lobbing hand grenades and ducking,
Ms Slaughter.

I then arrested Ben Coulter

for the murder of Melanie Lloyd
and cautioned him.

How did his demeanour strike you?

Jumpy.

Nervous.

Is this your first murder trial?

Yes, M'Lady.

Is this your first time
in the witness box?

Yes, M'Lady.

Are you going to address
all your answers to the judge?

Yes,

M'Lady.

And are you going to read
all your evidence

from your notebook?

The answer to my question
about your notebook is unlikely to be

in your notebook.

It's supposed to be a way of refreshing
your memory, not a replacement for it.

Unless of course you've completely
forgotten all about your...

first ever murder?

No, M'Lady.

Who told you to address
all your answers to the judge?

My boss.

Detective Superintendent Box.

In what other ways did
Detective Superintendent Box coach you

on witness box performance?

I don't want to say.

Oh, come on, Officer.

The jury is dying to hear

what supposedly
independent police witnesses

are told to say by their superiors.

- I made a note.
- Well,

you may refer to your notebook.

He said...

"Watch out for their QC
making unsubstantiated

"and generalised slurs on your character
borne out of the desperation

"which comes when a brief knows
the defence is completely hopeless."

You asked the question, Ms Slaughter.

Carefully prepared as you are, Officer,

you'll be expecting me
to cross-examine you

on the verbal in the police car.

"Is she dead?"

- It would be surprising if you didn't.
- Why does what he the defendant said in the car

make him more likely
to be guilty of murder?

He couldn't have known there was a body
unless he was in the house.

Doesn't make him a murderer, though, does it?

It just puts him at the scene.

Were you in the house
when Melanie Lloyd died?

No.

So you can't help us
with what went on inside the house

in the time leading up to her death.

No.

You're in no position to contradict me
when I tell you that Melanie Lloyd

died as a result of Ben Coulter
defending himself

from her.

Melanie Lloyd is dead.

We all feel deeply sorry
about that fact.

But during this trial

we're going to hear about some
very different aspects of her character.

She was wild and she was dangerous.

And she went for him.

Questions, not speeches,

Ms Slaughter.

"Is she dead?"

Does that sound to you like
the utterance of a cold-blooded killer?

Where's the sang froid
in a remark like that?

English only, thank you.

Cest une crime passionel.

Sang chaud,

je pense.

"How long was it from the 999 call
made by the neighbour

"as he watched the defendant
drive away from the murder scene

"to our arrival
at the scene of the crashed taxi?

I'm sure you're going to tell us.

Three minutes and 26 seconds.
To get from the murder scene to...

where he crashed the taxi in such a short time
he must have been driving at 60 mph,

in a black cab.

Only, what,

four minutes or so
after leaving the dead body?

What were you doing four minutes after
your first sight of Melanie's body?

You were throwing up

in the boot of a police car. Why?

It was just how I reacted.

Is it how you hoped you'd react
when put in a situation like this?

- No.
- Is it what your training told you to do?

Was it the action
of a clear thinking man?

Or was it the response
of a normal human being

to a horrible scene?

None of us know
how we'll react in extremis, do we?

Very few of us have grace
under pressure.

That's right.

Close proximity to violent death
makes people behave

deeply unpredictably.

It would be foolish of us
to conclude from your being sick

that you are
an unprofessional police officer.

Just as it would be foolish of us
to conclude

from the fact that
because you're a junior police officer,

you don't speak French.CP cach?, ne pas rallonger

And it would be incredibly foolish of us

to think that the behaviour of
Ben Coulter immediately after the death

of this poor young girl
makes him a murderer.

Some people panic,

lose their heads and run away.

Other people throw up
in the boots of police cars.

Ben Coulter was there

when Melanie Lloyd received
her fatal knife wound.

He was responsible for the knife wound
which caused her death.

But,

he acted in self-defence,

and I defy you,

your notebook or your superior officer

to prove otherwise.

Lizzie!

Wait.

Mel was some kind of maniac?

Is that what you're saying?
She went for him with a knife?

It's the witness giving the evidence,
not the barrister.

- Do you think I'm stupid?
- No.

She can't answer for herself, but I can.

I'll say it. You're a liar.

You make me sick.

Why am I even talking to you?
You don't care what she was really like.

No. I do.

Really.

You have no talent for it, Ralph.

Helen!

You tTouched your ear, looked to the ground,
licked your lips. Three *clear signs of lying.

I thought you analysed dead people
for a living.

How are the feet?

Got a new beige-coloured carpet put in.

So the skin flakes
don't show up so much.

When I...

At the end of the day when I...

You know...

Hi.

I've got to go.

Bye.

Under no circumstances must a witness

who has given evidence talk to a witness
who is yet to give evidence.

And of course, in the police force
that absolutely never, ever happens.

Self-defence.

Well, then,
it's all about interpretation.

It will all get subtle, Constable.

And it will all come down to nerve

and performance in the witness box.

- You like this, don't you, sir?
- Like it?

It's my "raison d'etre". Which is French
for why I exist, young man.

Thank you, sir.

You get more good looking
every time I prosecute you.

Be quiet,
there's a police officer coming.

Alison Slaughter. You and me.

- How often have we done this?
- Nervous, Detective Superintendent?

On the contrary. Looking forward to it.

Outside just now.

You said
you were looking forward to this.

- What do you mean by that?
- The way it goes in the witness box.

You trying trip me up,

I duck and dive

and counter-punch. It's a kind of game.

Is it?

What are we doing here?

An appalling murder,

a devastated parent

and a young boy facing life imprisonment

and years of vicious abuse in prison

if he's convicted.

What kind of a game are we playing,
Officer?

I was talking about
how cross-examination goes in court.

Don't pretend
that I meant something else.

And...

what about in the smoking area
at your police station?

- Is what goes on there a game too?
- I don't know what you mean.

You intimidated the hell out of this
defendant in an attempt to get him

to confess to the murder
of Melanie Lloyd.

Didn't happen.

What do you call your patch of Essex?

The canteen terminology?

In the map of England,
where it's positioned,

it looks like an arse.

And your patch?

It's an inlet. On the map. The estuary.

We call it the arsehole...

M'Lady.

Would I be right in thinking
that the arsehole of England

is a difficult place to police?

I've known worse,
but yes, it's a hard job.

People don't talk easily to the police.
But...

this...

- This just landed in your lap.
- We were able to make a quick arrest.

You could see the guilty verdict
right from the off.

- The evidence is compelling.
- And...

everything you've done,
every thought you've had

since that first moment when Ben Coulter
walked into the role of prime suspect

has been shaped
to fit your opinion of him

as the guilty man.

Self-defence never entered your head, did it?

The accused was interviewed
in the police station.

He had every opportunity
to tell us his side of the story.

He was too frightened to tell you anything.

He was represented
by a very experienced solicitor

and we treated him properly
and with respect throughout.

Oh, is that how it is
in your police station

in the arsehole of England?

- Do you expect this jury to believe itthat?
- It's the truth.

What do you call the CPS

in the canteen?

The... "Can't Prosecute Service".

- Why do you call them that?
- Because any police officerAttention CP non detect?

in the country worth his salt
will tell you,

they're rubbish.

You despise them
because they're in your way.

Am I in your way, too?

PACE? In your way?

The Murder Inquiry Handbook telling you
how you're supposed

to conduct a murder inquiry?

In your way.

In your dreams,
you are the Sheriff of Arsehole

and you are in sole and exclusive charge
of the whole criminal justice system

and when you can,
that's exactly how you behave.

Why would I want to do anything like that? This case
is as watertight as it ever gets.

Why would I want to behave badly?

Because you needed to hear it
from the horse's mouth.

Because you had a little rumbleAttention CP

going on deep inside your guts.

You'd stopped thinking,

but your gut,

the place where your
old-school copper instinct lives,

was gnawing away at you...

maybe he didn't murder her.

It's a hideous image, Officer,
but your gut was at war with your brain.

- No.
- You wanted him to confess so that

your gut ache might go away.

Is this a question
or a personal attack on my character?

It's a personal attack
on your character.

- Ms Slaughter!
- I've never asked this question before.

It breaks every rule
in the cross-examination rule book.

But I'm going to do it, anyway.

I'm going to ask a very senior

police officer why
he's so sure about the guilt

of an accused.

And I'm going to ask him
to address his answer not to the judge,

but to the jury.

The evidence.

But what about your gut?

The jury will arrive at their verdict

on the basis of the evidence they hear,

and nothing else.

Court is adjourned for the day.

10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

We could win this.

But we need some instruction.

Now you've signed up to self-defence.

Let's have some detail.

Did she come at you?

She must have.

Ben?

My mum's not in court.

Your dad's here.

Look at me.

Did she come at you with the knife?

Ben.

We could win this.

If you give us something we could win.
It doesn't have to be much.

She came at you.

What else could you do?

You had to do it.

Or die.

It's over here.

How did you get on?

Did you do
what your lawyers told you to do?

Growing up fast.

Yeah, all right, man.

Yeah, bye.

Dad.

Dad. It's me. I need to speak to Mum.
Can you get her, please, quickly?

I really don't have much time, Dad. Please hHurry up.

- Off!
- Thanks, Dad.

Cell. Go.

15?

18.

You wouldn't come near me
unless it really mattered.

20.

And I wouldn't do this

unless I was really interested
in why it matters.

I need to phone my mum.

You're telling the truth.

I get it back first thing
or I'll kill you.

Mum?

It's Ben.

- I'll get your dad.
- No, Mum, it's you I want to talk to.

Why did you leave court, Mum?

Why didn't you come back?

"Self-defence", Ben?

Is that what you did?

That's what we're saying.

It's the best...

It's the best thing to say, Mum.

Mum?

Let's go, Bracewell.

- See you, Hooch.
- Yeah, bye, Paulie.

I need go to the chapel.

- Do you have to?
- Yes.

I've...

I've lost my inhaler.

Every new prisoner wants to be with me.

But it's not sex.
They all want their mothers.

I'm the nearest they're going to get.
So they come to me.

You've got two inhalers.

Yeah. Sorry...

I forgot.

Joe! Your gate!

Look at me.

There, that's fixed you up.

But we'll keep you
on a hospital wing for the night.

Wait here.

He's a paranoid schizophrenic.

Every time we go into his cell, he
believes we've come to take him to hell.

He doesn't want to go to hell.

The only safe way is to do it
in riot gear.

He gets showered once a week...

I want you to cross examine the expert.

Why?

Because he's very experienced,
and you're not.

The knife wound on the palm of her hand,

the scratch marks on the chest
of the defendant,

the abrasions
to the victim's posterior forchette,

the area where the inner lips

of the vagina come together...

All these injuries support
the Crown's contention

that the defendant brutally raped

and then murdered Melanie Lloyd.

You're very,

- very experienced.
- 25 years as a forensic pathologist.

Gosh.

How many times?

In court?

- Yes.
- I have made on average

12 appearances a year for 20 years

in cases ranging from serial murder
to multiple rape and child abuse.

240 appearances.

How many times
have you appeared for the defence?

None.

240 times
and always for the prosecution?

- Yes.
- How much do you get paid?

Miss Kapoor!

I am paid that
which reflects my level of expertise.

12 times a year, you are paid
lots of money by the Crown

and they keep coming back to you
for more of your expertise.

- So it would seem.
- Have you ever used

your very high level
of expertise and found

for the defence?

- No.
- So every single time,

you have given the people
who pay you very large amounts

of money,
exactly the answers they want to hear.

Gosh.

I am a witness to this court

and I stand by everything I've said.

Based on everything
I've looked at to do with this case and

my long experience,

I am as sure as anyone can be

that Melanie Lloyd was raped
and murdered by this defendant.

This is intemperate
and unprofessional.

It's preposterous to suggest
he did it in self-defence.

Nobody with an ounce
of common sense would believe this man

was defending himself
when Melanie Lloyd died.

That's for the jury to decide.

- This witness...
- He's right.

It wasn't self-defence.

- I think yYou'd better be quiet, Mr Coulter.
- I don't want this.

I don't want this defence.
I didn't kill her.

Jury out.

Nobody will let me speak!

For God's sake,

I've been trying to speak to somebody.

- Nobody will listen to me!
- I think we might need more time.

Fuck me.

Self-defence

- wasn't what I wanted.
- They were your instructions.

They were your instructions
about what my instructions should be.

I asked you
to look me in the eye

and tell me if I was wrong.
You signed up.

Well, now I'm taking it back.

Then that's the end of you and me. I'll tell the judge
I'm professionally embarrassed.

Goodbye, Ben

Good luck.

I presume you're pulling the plug too?

Oh, right.

You can't afford
to have professional standards.

I'm pragmatic.

Is that enough? Can you look yourself
in the mirror in the morning and say,

- "I'm a pragmatist, that'll do for me"?
- The rest is hypocrisy.

Are you calling me a hypocrite?

- He wants me to carry on on my own.
- How do you feel about that?

Honestly?

About ten years old
and absolutely terrified.

And I'd really like to smoke
about seven cigarettes all at once.

But I'm going to do it.

Because for once,
way too late in the day,

Ben should get
what he's been asking for all along.

You.

And, don't tell me. The truth.

Judge Ira has adjourned for the day.

So we've got the weekend
to build a defence.

It's unlike Ira to be nice
to the defence.

She's not being nice.

She knows if she doesn't give me
any time and Ben is convicted,

our grounds of appeal
will be ready made.

I'm going to tell you something.

I'm just

gonna say what it is that I remember.

OK?

I don't know what happened.

I left the bedroom.

I woke up

in the kitchen.

I went back up to the bedroom,

to say goodbye.

She was dead.

That's it.

Ben, the trouble is,
it doesn't explain anything.

It just says, "I didn't do it."
It's not a proper defence.

But it's true.

Changing everything mid-trial
looks really bad.

And it isn't as if it's switching
to something coherent.

I'm not stupid,

and I haven't changed my story!

None of you have been listening to me!

I know, I know,
it's not a good defence, I know that.

I wish to God
that I could tell you something more,

but I can't! I don't remember!

I don't remember.

That's all there is.

I believe you.

Single stab wound,
murder weapon in his pocket,

defence wounds found on her

and on him.

Where was she found?

In bed.

How soon would a second PM be possible?

He's in the dock, she's in the ground.

The trial has started.

Where's the defence expert, Stone?

You didn't like their findings.

Preliminary chat only.

And you didn't like
their preliminary chat?

Would you have a look at the PM?

Assume someone else other
than my client committed

the murder and see
if there's anything to support that.

I'd be very grateful.

He's got to you, hasn't he?

At last someone's finally got to you.

I'm just doing my job.

You know what our problem was?

Your professional life
is all about looking for doubt.

Mine is about searching for the truth.

Do you ever get lonely?

Never. You?

Never.

The answer's no. Before you ask.

Let's stick to your innocent client
and leave ourselves out of it.

- You'll help me, then?
- I'm here, aren't I?

Do you have a copy
of A Very English Hangman

by Leonora Klein?

It's about Albert Pierrepoint.

- I think so. Let me have a look.
- Thank you.

Hello!

- Oh, mMy God. It's you.
- Are you following me?

Yeah.

What do you want?

I think that you and me
are probably after the same thing.

Really?

Justice.

For Melanie,

for her dad,

for you.

I've agonised

long and hard
about the defence we're running.

I've persuaded the others
to drop all that stuff

about Melanie being...

crazy.

Our barrister couldn't handle
what I'd done. So she's gone.

- So what are you saying now?
- We don't know.

Thank you.

Which is why I'm here pretending
to bump into you.

We need your help.

- I'll think about it.
- Think about

anyone else

who may have wanted
to hurt Melanie.

You look as though
you've been here all weekend.

Bottom line, Frances.

You're going to lose.

But,

we're all members of the bar

and I'd hate to see you humiliated.

I know how badly
you're out of your depth. So,

if there's anything
I can help you with,

just ask.

OK?

The days of defence ambushes are over.

Tell me now what your new defence is.

The court and the Crown
are entitled to know.

Ben Coulter did not kill Melanie Lloyd.

So far, so blindingly obvious.

Somebody else did.

Who?

The killer must have been in the house already

or gained entry whilst
the defendant was asleep.

Who?

Mr Painter.

How does the Crown feel
about all this ducking and diving?

The complete U-turn by the defence
halfway through a trial is...

something we can live with.

You mean something
you'll be making a great deal of.

That's another way of putting it.

You're very junior, Ms Kapoor.

I want to be absolutely sure that you
and your client are happy to continue.

I'm totally sure.

Very well.

Let's have the jury back in.

I want to recall PC jeary.

There's just one thing.

Your notebook.

- It's a very good notebook. Very detailedand all that...
- Miss Kapoor,

what's your question?

- When did you write it?
- At the first available opportunity.

Everything still fresh in your mind?

I'll never forget it.

Every last detail.

Excellent.

This is a bit random...

But,

here we are.

"The lamp was on the ground
at a 60-degree angle to the bed.

"The ventalin inhaler was

"on the bed between nine
and ten inches to the right

"of the deceased's right shoulder."

Very, um... precise and exact.

Thank you.

Where's the inhaler?

- Nine or ten inches to the right of...
- No, no.

Now.

Perhaps we should ask
your senior officer.

Thank you.

- What is that piece of paper?
- It's a list of exhibits.

Would that list include everything
found at the scene relevant

to the murder trial?

Yes.

You've been a police officer
for 30 years.

Yes.

You know all there is to know
about crime scenes.

One thing I know is how
to read a crime scene.

Would you consider a personal item
belonging to the defendant

and found between nine
and ten inches from the deceased's body

- relevant to this murder trial?
- Yes.

Would you agree with me that removing
any item from a crime scene

would be grossly unprofessional,
and counter to all the rules

of police practice and criminal justice?

Yes.

Where's the ventalin inhaler
on that list of exhibits?

It's not there.

It's in PC jeary's notebook.

Yes.

It was there when he was
the first officer on the scene.

Who was the next person to enter the bedroom
in which the body was found?

Probably me.

Where is it, Officer?

What did you do with the inhaler?

I took it.

You took it?

You found it in her bed,

and you took it? You removed
a piece of evidence from a crime scene?

- Why would you do that?
- He needed it.

The defendant's asthma

was causing him problems
in the police station.

I wanted to help him. I'm sorry.

That's a lie.
That's just not true, is it?

It doesn't fit.

The inhaler in her bed.

It doesn't fit with rape
and violent murder.

It looks like she wanted him in her bed.
That's why you took it.

You've got 30 years' experience
in the police force.

If you know anything,

it's how to read a crime scene.

Come and sit down.

You know, outside I have interests
in many enterprises.

Tropical fish,

tractors,

I have to keep myself engaged.

So,

in here I work with the market I've got.

The first days of a trial are always

stressful.

We've brought you something
to help you unwind.

Roll up your sleeve.

I don't want to.

This is the first.
You'll be back for more,

sooner or later.

Ben couldn't kill anyone,
but the jury don't know it.

- They haven't had a good look at him.
- Him being a nice kid won't count

when Painter cross-examines

his convenient amnesia
into the ground.

What kind of sex?

- What do you mean?
- No foreplay?

No, not really. It was...

She was...

- asking for it to be like that.
- Melanie was...

"asking for it"?

Massive, massive problem.
Whole trial blown out the water.

What the hell's going on?

He had a problem with non-disclosure.
It's gone away.

Lizzie Smith.
She can tell us all about Melanie's

jealous, violent boyfriend,

Stuart, and the fight he had
with Melanie's dad.

Have you got any idea how I feel?

I'm tired because
I am trying to stay alive!

I want

your disagreements

with this man to end.

Get me out of here. Please.

All along,
I've tried to tell you the truth.

I just want you all to listen.