Injustice (2011): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

There's been an incident at a farm
near Framlingham.

A man called John Jarrold, some sort
of casual labourer,

was shot in the head and left to rot
for a week, so it's not very nice.

John Jarrold - what sort of a name
is that, do you think?

Well, that's what he called himself.

There's no ID, no passport, no
credit card, no bills, nothing.
Could have been anyone.

And someone put a bullet in him.

From three paces.

Mm-hm.

You once knew my client?

Yes. Martin Newall. We studied law
together at Cambridge.



You hadn't heard that he'd been
arrested? Murder, yeah?

His secretary.
He says he's innocent.

I don't take on murder cases.

But you used to and you were
extraordinarily successful.

For God's sake!
Will, this is crazy!

You said you would never take on
another murder case after
what happened. I know.

So you can't just go back on a whim!
Oh, no. This is not a whim.

Hello, Will.

Hello, Martin.

It's been a long time.
Yes.

23 years.

You haven't changed much.
You have.

Yeah, that's mainly the last
few days.

May we sit down?



Please.

I'm afraid there's not much in the
way of hospitality I can offer you.

No. I'm not here for the hospitality.

I didn't think you were gonna
come at all.

I'm glad that Natalie was able
to persuade you.

I don't think I did.
Mr Travers still has some questions.

How's Jane?

She's well.

You have a daughter.
Yes. Kate. 19.

I have a son...by my first marriage.

Did you know that Gemma
and I had split up? No. I didn't.

It is very hard on him.

He's 15. David.

I'd show you a photograph

only they haven't even allowed me
to keep my wallet.

God.

All my life, not even so much
as a parking ticket and now this.

I seem to remember you being
arrested once.

Drunk and disorderly.

You got away.
Faster runner.

You were always faster
than me, Will.

Cricket, athletics,
everything you did.

I've followed your career.
Impressive.

So...are you going to tell me
all about it?

Of course. Everything.

Are you going to represent me?

That depends.

I didn't do it, Will.

I swear to God.

She's already given a statement.

She may not be in. Course she's in.
She's 83. She's got nowhere to go.

They take their time getting down
the stairs.

Yes? Mrs Davis? My name is Wenborn.
This is Detective Sergeant Taylor.

Can we come in, please?

Tell me about the girl, Martin.

Lucy Wilson.

That was her name.

She worked in the legal department
at Qestrel.

She was a junior secretary.
She hadn't been there long,
a few months.

She worked for me and three others.

And you were sleeping with her.

Yes.

I'll take these off first.
Yeah, no, you have to take them off.

'It wasn't even an affair really.
It was just...stupid.'

Drunken. Pathetic.

I'm so cross with myself because
I'd never been unfaithful to
Caroline before. Never.

And what about Gemma?
That wasn't why we divorced.

Look, would it make a difference
to you if I told you

that it was Lucy who more
or less seduced me?

I mean, I know it doesn't excuse
what I did but it is the truth.

She was young, you know,
and I was very flattered.

She came up through the temp pool
or something.

And she just did general work
in legal.

'I'll be honest. I was attracted
to her almost immediately.

I don't think I was the only man
who felt that way either.'

Coffee?

Oh, thanks.

Ah, cappuccino.
Where did you get that, then?

I went to the shop around the corner.
The office coffee is disgusting.

Well, you're right there.

And here is the itinerary
for your Cairo trip.

I changed the room for you.

You want an odd-numbered room
on the top floor.

They've got the best views
of the Nile.

Oh. Thanks for that.
OK.

How'd you know?

It's on the Internet.

Did you do a lot of travelling?

Not really, no. Occasional trips.

Middle East, yeah?

Well, Qestrel's now the third or
fourth largest oil trader
in the country, so...

Most of the work's done
from behind a desk,

but sometimes it helps to go
and meet the buyers,

get an idea of their position.

So, Mrs Davis,
tell us again what you saw.

There was a car.
It was in the small hours.

I saw it from my bedroom window.

You weren't asleep?
I was asleep and I woke up.

I don't know why.
I never sleep very well any more.

So I got out of bed
and went over to the window.

Why do you do that, then?
I just did.

There's no point lying in bed
if you can't sleep.

So, you heard the car.
Well, I didn't hear it. I saw it.

Turning off the main road,
coming from Framlingham,

and it pulled in by the footpath.

You didn't see the driver?
No.

And the colour of the car?
I don't know. It was dark.

What? The colour?
The night. There was no moon.

Right. So no sign
of the number plate.

I did think it was a bit strange, a
car stopping at that time of night.

I thought it might be young people.
They come here sometimes.

Did you ever meet Jarrold? I saw
him once or twice, walking past.

We never spoke.

You said you didn't hear the car.

That's right.
But it drove straight past.

Well, the engine wasn't making
any sound.

It was one of them electric ones.

What? You mean like a hybrid?

Well, I don't know what the word
is erm...

Why didn't you say so?
I just did. I mean, why didn't
you tell the police officers

when they came round two days ago,
you daft old bat?

Write that down.
What did you call me?

Nothing, I just asked about the car.

You called me names!
No, I didn't. Did I, Taylor?

What sort of hybrid was it,
Mrs Davis?

Was it like a Toyota Prius? Or maybe
something bigger like a Lexus or...?

I don't know. It was dark.

It went past and stopped.

That's all I saw.

So, how did it begin? The affair?

It was after work, a drink,
and then it just sort of happened.

More than once?

Yes.

Tell me about the last time.

We went to this... There's a hotel
near the office called The Avenue.

And that's where I took her.

Well, that's where she wanted to go.

She chose it.

She even chose the room.

I like it here.

Can we stay all night?

You know we can't.
I've got to get home.

But not yet.

No, not yet.

I love Egyptian cotton.
I love the feel.

You are extraordinary, Lucy.

What do you see in me? Tell me.

I like older men.

It's such a terrible cliche,
but it's true.

I'm starving.

Well, there's a room service
menu here.

I don't want room service.

I want a milkshake and fries.

You're not serious.
Look, they do fries here.

I want curly ones.

Oh, there's that place near
the office. No.

Oh, that's very romantic, isn't it?

You won't even get me a bag
of curly fries.

It's miles away.

It's round the corner
and you know it.

Are you absolutely sure?

I want a chocolate milkshake.

And then I want a bag of curly fries.

And then I want you.

She wanted me to go to this place
called The Diner.

It's about ten minutes away.

'I felt a bit silly to be honest
with you,

but er...she was young,
I wanted to please her.'

Curly fries.

Excuse me, have you got the time,
please? 8:40.

Thank you. Beastly night out there.

'I felt I had to get home. Caroline
would be expecting me around ten.'

Room serv...

'I didn't know what to do.'

I was in shock.

Horrified.

You could see at once
that she was dead.

And her eyes were staring. Her...

Oh, it was horrible!

My first instinct was to run.
Get the hell out of there.

I was thinking of Caroline. I was
thinking how was I going to explain
this to her? And David.

But you didn't run.
You called the police.

Once I'd got my head together
a little bit,

I realised I'd checked
into the hotel in my own name.

I'd used my own credit card.
My fingerprints would be everywhere.

Running away would be like
admitting that I'd done it.

If you didn't...who did?

I don't know.

I don't know who could do that.

But there were two things.

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

Who was it? I don't know.
I thought I saw someone.

Don't be silly. No-one saw us leave.
I think we're being watched.

Who by?
I don't know.

No. No, there's no-one there.

'I think we're being watched.'

Like a line out of a bad film.
I don't disagree.

What else?
That was all she said.

You said you were two things.
Oh, the computer.

'Sony Vaio.

I took it with me to the hotel.

It was in the room.

But later the police couldn't find
it there.

Someone must have taken it.'

And what was on it?

Files, names, figures.

A lot of confidential information,
a lot of it price sensitive.

I shouldn't have been carrying
it with me.

What, the computer?
No, the information.

You've got to understand, the whole
business of oil trading is about
what you know at a particular time.

So the really important stuff, the
stuff that your competitors want...

..should never leave the office.

So what was it doing on the Vaio?

Because there aren't enough hours
in the day.

I had to take it home just
to keep up.

There were enough hours in the day
for you and Lucy Wilson.

Yes, there were.

I've got the report on the tyres.

You know, the tyre tracks found
near John Jarrold's place.

Go on.
Well, they're OE Goodyears,

designed for low-rolling resistance.

They're quite often found on
the Honda Civic Hybrid,

or you can get them on Toyotas too.

Good. What about Jarrold's DNA?

That's gone to London
along with the fingerprints.

If they've got anything on him,
we'll know by tonight.

Something wrong?

Can I offer an opinion, sir?
You can answer the question.

I just don't believe that you spoke
to that woman that way.

You know, this morning, Mrs Davis.
You got a problem with it?

She might report you, sir.
There were two of us in the room.

You and me. So I'd have backup,
wouldn't I? She misheard me.

I don't understand
why you had to insult her.
She held back information.

Listen, get something
into your head, OK?

What we've got here is something
unusual.

Someone in a nice car drives into the
middle of the countryside with a gun.

He knows where Jarrold lives.

He breaks in while Jarrold is in bed
and shoots him in the head.

Nothing is stolen.
There's no sign of a fight.

This isn't just a murder.

Then what is it?

I'd say it's an execution.

So, you're suggesting someone broke
into the hotel room,

killed Lucy Wilson,
to steal your computer.

I'm not suggesting anything, Will.

I'm just telling you how it was.

You said you went back to the room
after you'd got the food.

What about the door?
What about it?

Was it locked?

Yes. I used my swipe key.

Room serv...

'No. Oh, wait a minute.
It may have been open.'

Room serv...

I can't remember.

But if it was open it would mean
that Lucy had let someone in.

No, not necessarily.

No, the police report said that
she'd been grabbed from behind.

And if it had been a stranger at the
door trying to force their way in,

she would have put up a fight and
there would have been some sign of it

on her hands or on her face.

Anyway, why would she let
anyone in unless it was you?

Do you think someone else let
themselves in? With another key?

It's a possibility.

I know how this looks, Will.

I'm not asking for your sympathy.
I don't deserve it.

But I am appealing to the friendship
that you and I once had.

For three years,
you and I...and Jane.

You remember?

We were close.

Did you kill her?

No.

Mr Newall's bail hearing
is fast approaching.

We will need your decision.

So?

I'll think about it.

This might be your lucky day, Mark.

Normally, we wouldn't be
able to tell very much from a bullet

that's been fired at close range
in a man's head.

Don't tell me, this time the killer
signed his initials into it before
he fired. As a matter of fact,

that's more or less exactly what
he did do. Not the killer, though.

The supplier.
Go on.

The bullet is a 9mm.

Probably a Parabellum or a Luger.

But under the microscope...we've
found out a distinctive marking.

There's a...you might say,
a groove to one side.

It'll have been caused by cord wear
on the muzzle,

and that in turn will have been
the result of the gun having
been cleaned wrongly.

Not once, but several times.
Have you heard of Mr Crips?

Is he the supplier?

Well, in the past couple of years,

we've had three guns turn up
with the same cord wear.

So it's quite possible that
the man who supplied them

has a disability. You understand?

When he cleans his guns,
the cleaning rod scratches the bore,

leaves a signature.

Mr Crips.
Crips the cripple.

I didn't come up with the name,
but that's what we call him.

So all I gotta do is find
a gun dealer

with one hand that's gone spazzo.

I see you've lost none of the
delicacy for which you're renowned.
But I'm right?

Well, this man, he may or may
not even exist.

It's just a supposition. Have you
got details of the other three guns?

I'll get the details from
our database.

All three crimes took place
in this county.

And the feeling is that Mr Crips,
he works out of Felixstowe.

Well, that would make sense. You find
all sorts of shite in Felixstowe.

I'll print out the details for you.

I should tell you, though,

we've already looked for this man
without success.

That could be because you're
all incompetent twats.

Delicacy and charm (!)

You look wonderful, Jane. Country
life obviously agrees with you.

Then why are you trying
to tempt me back?

Desperation.
God, you are such an old smoothie.

I try my best.

So, what about it, Jane? Seriously,
the offer's there on the table.

Full autonomy.
Your authors all miss you,

but you don't have to take them
all back on.

You can develop your own list.

It's funny, you know,
there is erm...something.

What would you say to publishing
the work of a young offender?

I imagine the marketing department
would like it.

It would certainly
get us into the Sundays.
Henry, that is not the point.

Is this one of the young men you're
teaching at...? Paxton Hall.

Yeah, yeah. He's written a book,

well, it's 10,000 words.

He gave it to me to look at and
of course I thought it would
be rubbish but it isn't.

It's needs work, but it's
actually it's rather brilliant.

Is it a children's book?
No, it's more of a crossover
like Mark Haddon.

It's a psychological thriller.

How old's the author?
About 17.

And what did he do to end up
in Paxton Hall?

I don't know.
You need to find out.

Even The Curious Incident
wouldn't have sold

if it had been written by a rapist.

I can ask a few questions.
And can you send me a copy?

Actually, erm...I have it here.

That's what I like about you,
thinking ahead.

There you are, you see.
Your first commission.

I haven't said yes yet.

But you will.

Mr Travers?

Will Travers?

Yes?
It's Gavin Brooke.

Yes! Yes, of course!

How are things?

Good, very good.
It's very good to see you.

What are you doing here?
Oh, just...just visiting.

Are you still in Ipswich?
Yeah, yeah.

And everything is er...OK?

Oh! Yes. Yes, fine.

How are things in chambers?

They're good. We're all busy.
We miss you.

Oh, that's very kind.

You're welcome to look in.
Janice is still there, and Andrew.
They'd love to see you.

I'd really like to.
But I have a...a meeting.

OK.

Well, I'll er...let them know
I saw you.

Yes, do, do.
Right.

All right. Goodbye. Goodbye.
Nice to see you. Bye.

(LAUGHS)

(YELLING)

(YELLING)

Mr Travers!
No!

You're gonna kill him!
Stop!

Fine! (YELLS)

Hi, Dad.
Hello, darling.

How long are you staying?
I'm not sure yet.

Why? Do you want to get rid of me?
That's not what I meant.

Are you alone?

Who else would be here?
Hm?

And if you're going to stay here,
Dad, no cross-examinations!

I'm just curious. Sorry.

I can't believe you're back
working in London again

after everything you said.

People change their minds,
don't they? Why? Why are you here?

I knew the defendant.
We were at Cambridge together.

And Mum?
Yeah, that's how we first met.

You know, Martin and I were on the
cricket team. She was the umpire.

No. No, but she did used to come
and watch us play.

Yeah, summer afternoons at Milton.

He was the bowler.
I opened the batting.

I sort of feel like I owe him.

But it won't...

..you know, it won't make you ill
again? Taking on the case?

No. No, darling.

No, I've put all that behind me.

Dad?

Don't worry.

I'm fine.

Come on, darling. Yeah.

I know. That's a good girl.

Hey, come on.
I'll be home early tonight.

Oh, really? Yeah, I thought
we might go out. Steak and chips.

It's a bit short notice. I'll
have to find someone for Claire.

Oh, that's nice, innit?
Put a damper on it.

That's not fair, Mark. I just said -
Forget I asked.

I'll ask Tracy. She might be able
to come in. Yeah? OK.

You do that, my darling.

Hey, come on! Ta-ra.

They're all against him.
The police, the press.

No-one from the company's even rung
me. Can you believe that?

Mrs Newall -
Caroline.

I just wish people would
understand him. That's all.

You know that girl threw herself
at him?

That's the truth. She was shameless.

You don't believe he killed her.

No, of course he didn't. You were at
university with him. You knew him.

That was a long time ago.
Oh, he's a good man.

We've had seven years together
and we've been completely happy.

I know he was with that girl
and I know it was wrong of him,

but he's so ashamed of himself
and, well, I've tried to understand.

And have you?

Yes. It was just a man thing,
wasn't it?

It was just sex. And what's sex
at the end of the day?

It's just a game.

Love is what matters.

And I know that Martin loves me.

Well, you're very forgiving.
I think he's been very stupid.

It's clear to me that Lucy Wilson
was just using him.

What for? For promotion or maybe it
was something to do with work.

You know his computer was taken
from the hotel room?

Yeah, he told me. Whoever killed
Lucy Wilson took Martin's laptop.

They waited for him to leave and
then they went in. They knew exactly
what they were doing.

I'm not sure that poor girl
had anything to do with it.

It was the computer they were after.

You're saying he was targeted.

Martin didn't kill that girl.
He was set up.

Is that him?
Yeah. William Travers.

He was a big noise once upon a time.
He had a reputation.

What for?
Oh, anti-establishment.

A crusader.
On the side of the underdog.

Page nine of The Guardian,
if you know what I mean.

And he's representing Newall?
If he represents Newall,

he'll look into Qestrel.
And if he looks into Qestrel,

there's no knowing what
he might find.

Well, maybe Mr Newall should
think again.

When I wake up, I see a wall.

And then there's no hope at all.
(YAWN)

There have been walls my whole
life through,

but nobody has let me do
what I wanted to do.

Always treating me like a fool.

That's very good, Darren.

That's very good.

Does anyone want to make a comment?

It's crap.
I don't think it is crap, Simon.

Fool doesn't rhyme with wall.

Well, it doesn't have to.
Not all poetry rhymes.

Then it's not poetry, innit? The
poem has an interesting metaphor.

Darren looks at the walls
of this prison,

and he imagines the real walls
in his life

that stopped him doing
what he wanted.

He wanted to mug old ladies.
He managed that. (LAUGHTER)

Anyway, that's it for today.

Look, I hope you've all got your
copies of Private Peaceful.

It's a brilliant book
and that's what we're reading next.
All right. Back to your cells.

Alan, I wonder if I could
have a word.

I read your story.
What do you think?

Did you enjoy writing when
you were at school?

Yeah.
Did the teachers encourage you?

What do you think of it?

I was very surprised.
I think it has a lot of promise.

Can you publish it?
It's a bit early for that.

You'd have to finish it first.

I can finish it.
I know what happens.

I don't want to give you
any false hopes,

but you should definitely keep going.

How long are you going to be
in here for?

I'm not going anywhere.
Not till I'm 18.

And then?

Adult prison.

Right. Erm...

Well, you could finish it before
then, couldn't you?

If er...if I had a computer
I could finish it right away.

Well, I suppose I could always
ask the governor.

I really liked the setting.
Felixstowe.

You really seemed to know it
very well.

I lived there.
Did you?

Near the sea?
Ah, ah, ah! No addresses.

No, of course not.

Right. Well, if you're finished,
I'll show you out.

He won't get a computer
so I wouldn't mention it again if
I were you. They get PlayStations.

They wouldn't get those either
if I had my say.

So they get PlayStations,
but they're not allowed computers.

Where's the logic in that?
When you work in the prison service,

logic doesn't come into it,
Mrs Travers.

That's not part of our job, is it?

You know, you should read what
he's written, Mr Cooper.

Alan's got talent.
Yeah, lots of it.

And look where it's brought him.

Mr Travers.
I will represent him.

That's very good news.
Martin will be delighted.

Thank you. At the bail hearing.
As for the case itself...

Yes?
I'll see him in the morning.

But there is something you're going
to have to understand.

I don't believe he killed
Lucy Wilson, at least,

there seems as if there's enough
evidence to suggest otherwise.

But if I change my mind,

if at any time I come to think
that he is in fact guilty,

I will walk.

I can't accept those conditions.

If you were to walk out on him,
it would be enormously prejudicial
to his case.

Those are the only conditions

under which I will accept
your instructions.

I need you to make that absolutely
clear to your client.

I simply can't defend him
if he's guilty.

There are barristers defending
guilty men all over London.

You know that.
Not me.

Can I be honest with you,
Mr Travers? Of course.

You're not the barrister I would
have chosen to defend my client,

and if he'd listened to me,
you wouldn't be here now.

Is it true you visited
Caroline Newall this morning?

Yes.

You interviewed her without
my being present.

That can't happen again, not if
we're going to work together.

Except we're not working together.

You're working with me. It's...not
quite the same thing, is it?

So, I'll see you at Wellsden
tomorrow.

'Doors opening.'

'Doors closing.'

'There are barristers defending
guilty men all over London.
You know that.'

'Not me.'

You didn't order champagne?
Oh, you'd better take that back.

My wife says there's been a mistake.
No!

No, go on, open it.

I thought we'd splash out.
It's been a while since we went out,
and er...maybe I'm celebrating.

You've got a new case.
That's right.

I can always tell. You're quite
the little detective, aren't you?

It comes from living with you.
It's a high-profile murder.

Someone got shot at a farmhouse
in Framlingham. Were they killed?

Of course they were or it wouldn't
be a murder, would it?

No. Animal rights activist
by the look of it.

Maybe it was someone from
the local hunt.

They banned hunting. Was it
a shotgun, then? No, a pistol.

Eh, I could show you the postmortem
photographs if you like.

Not when I'm about to eat.

Ta, mate.

I've got a feeling about this one.
There's something a bit special,
something a bit different.

It'll be a real feather
in your cap if you solve it.

What do you mean, if?
Of course you will.

Gonna be in the newspaper?
I might even be on the telly.

What shall we drink to, then?
I know. To crime.

Crime? Yeah, crime. Without it,
I wouldn't have a job, would I?

It should be fairly straightforward.

The last time the magistrates
refused bail

because they accepted the prosecution
argument that you might abscond.

It's the industry that's
the problem.

Private planes, private ships,
a lot of travel.

We'll persuade them otherwise.

How many passports do you own?

Just the one.
Be prepared to surrender it.

Not a problem.
What do you want me to say?

You don't say anything.
Just leave that to me.

They'll demand a surety, a payment.
It may be a lot of money.

I've got savings.
You're gonna need them.

I have just one other question
for you.

The laptop you said was stolen from
your room, did anyone else see it?

Wait a minute, no, there was,
there was somebody, there was.

She came to turn down the bed.
A Korean girl, I think.

Housekeeping!

Oh, sorry, sir!

You want some turn-down service?

I think we can turn ourselves down,
thanks.

Sorry to disturb you.

She opened the door and she was
standing there outside the room,
but she may have seen in.

The police don't even believe the
computer was there.

We'll find her and we'll talk to her.

Thank you, Jodie.

And, Olivia, we won't be taking
minutes. Thank you.

So, what was on the computer?

He says nothing. It would
all have been encrypted anyway.

What about the Agadir file?
Nothing. Nobody's mentioned it.

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

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

And was she?
That would be extremely worrying.

Newall didn't know about
the Agadir dates.

He was kept deliberately
out of the loop.

No, he killed the girl
because he was screwing her

and she was gonna make trouble.

Let's hope the court agrees.

William Travers!

Well, well, well.

I'd heard the defence had gone to
some chambers out in the sticks

but I had no idea it would be you.

How are you, Jeremy?

Surely I should be asking you that.

I'm so sorry to hear about
your illness.

Yeah, I got better.

And now you're back.
Well, good for you.

It was Norfolk, wasn't it?
It must have been very dull.

Suffolk, actually.

Ah.
Yeah.

But good to see you still have
your unerring grasp of the facts.

Mr Forbes-Watson.

The Crown opposes bail on
the following grounds.

First of all,
this is a grave offence,

which has inspired considerable
media interest.

There are no other suspects.

The accused must know
the seriousness of his position.

At the same time,
he has many contacts

in the Middle East
and South America.

He has, moreover,
chosen a profession,

which best could be described
as fast and loose,

and which is known to operate
at times on the very outer fringes
of morality.

So I would suggest
there is a serious risk

of his failing to attend the trial

whatever conditions of bail
are put in place.

Mr Travers?

My Lord. My learned friend
spoke of a profession

that is fast and loose
and lacking in morality.

He should perhaps remember
that it is his own profession.

My client is a lawyer.

I think he was referring
to oil trading.

Even so, the suggestion that
he might become a desert nomad

or a gaucho on an Argentinean
cattle ranch is plainly ludicrous.

My client is a married man

with a 15-year-old son
from a former marriage.

He is of exemplary character,

and he intends to vigorously contest
the allegations.

I'm persuaded by Mr Travers'
submissions.

Bail will be granted with
the following conditions:

surrender of his passport, payment
of a security into court of ?50,000,

and a condition of residence.

First blood to you. That's not
what this is about, Jeremy.

Maybe not for you.
But let me assure you of something.

I won't let you do it
a second time -

what happened the last time we met.

It won't happen again.
That's right.

Perhaps this time,

you'll do your job properly.

Will.

I've gotta get to Suffolk,
so I'll call you in a couple of days.

Thank you.
Thanks for believing in me.

I'll call you.

Taxi!

Oh, you were right. John Jarrold.
It is a fake name.

So what's his real one?
Well, here. An animal activist.

Accused of murder two years ago
but he got off.

Lucky for us, they kept his DNA.

Look, he's linked to a whole string
of other cases.

Philip Spaull.

Hm.

Liverpool Street Station, please.

He's lying to you.

No.

No, he's not.

Yes, he is. He did it.
He killed her.

No.

No, you're wrong this time.

No, I'm not. I'm not wrong.

I hope you kept that gun.