Injustice (2011): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript
Jameel Khan comes forward to say that he deliberately planted Lucy in the Kestrel office and encouraged her affair to get evidence of the firm's illegal dumping of toxic waste in Africa,collected by a ship called the Agadir.Will makes full use of this at Martin's trial,the result prompting him to return to London,which pleases Jane,who feels guilty over Alan's suicide. Wenborn attempts to blackmail John Slater by offering to let him go if he will falsely name Will as the man to whom he sold the gun that killed Philip Spaull. However Wenborn's wife,after years of domestic abuse,ensures that his triumph is short-lived and ultimately more than one injustice is avenged as wrong-doers who have escaped the law are punished.
Phillip Spaull is dead?
So when did you find out?
Er...a policeman came to see me
in my office.
TRAVERS: Qestrel Oil Trading are
being investigated
by a journalist, Jameel Khan.
Jameel? What?
It doesn't surprise me.
They have secrets?
Of course they do.
It's how they work.
The missing computer.
What exactly was on it?
TRAVERS: After I saw Martin,
I noticed this - this car...
Lucy Wilson said she was being
followed before she was killed.
She wasn't sweet, Martin.
She was professional.
You're my only hope.
WENBORN: John Slater. He knew me.
He knew about my drug conviction.
I put the gun down, and I took
the money. So you saw him?
No. I've just been going through
the John Slater file.
The solicitors that defended him are
a firm based here in Ipswich. And?
The barrister that defended
Phillip Spaull also works there.
Small world, eh?
Travers.
(DOOR OPENS)
Here, I made you some tea.
Look, Maggie. What happened
the other night - I'm sorry, OK?
You've got to understand. What you
did, it - it really pissed me off.
I mean, getting done for
shoplifting...
How stupid was that?
You hit me.
I said I'm sorry.
I didn't know what I was doing.
Let's go out tonight, have a drink.
We could go down the George.
I can't go out looking like this.
You don't look too bad.
You could put on some glasses,
no-one would notice.
I don't wanna go out.
Yeah, you do. Come on.
We need to talk about things.
I know I've got a temper. I just...
You know, it's the job.
I just get so stressed, you know.
You said you'd been with
another woman.
I was lying!
I just wanted to upset you.
Look...
Can we talk about this later?
I've got to go.
Er... I'll get home early
and we'll have a nice chat, OK?
I'll make everything all right.
Look, here you are...
Why don't you go out and get
yourself something nice?
(CRIES)
I still can't believe it.
Lucy...dead.
How well did you know her?
I'd only known her for about
three months.
The same amount of time she was
working with Qestrel. Yes.
You put her there.
She was working for you.
She was helping me with a story.
What story?
Well, I'd prefer not to talk
about that.
Fine, let me help you.
You've been investigating the illegal
dumping of toxic waste in Eritrea.
Someone buys dirty fuel.
They wash it, they sell it on
for a higher price.
But there are by-products,
aren't there?
The process is called caustic
washing.
And you thinking Qestrel are
the dealers?
I've been trying to find the link,
yes. So you sent Lucy in. Yes.
Did you tell her to sleep
with Martin Newall?
I knew nothing about that.
You knew her history.
You didn't care how she got hold of
her information.
Or what kind of danger
she might be in.
People are dying, Mr Travers.
Women and children in Ghinda,
Keren and Erota.
Now, I've seen the corpses.
This stuff, this waste product,
is killing them.
There are three dates on
Lucy's Blackberry.
In January, April and July.
And a name. Agadir.
Does that mean anything to you?
In Morocco? No, I've never been
there.
She didn't text it to you?
I didn't hear from her.
This came from
the Nautical Records Office.
It might help.
His name was Alan.
He was 17 years old,
and he had talent.
What a waste!
I wonder - What really scares me is,
I wonder if I was partly
responsible.
For him killing himself? But, why?
The business with the book.
You were trying to help him.
Was I? Or - Or was I trying to
exploit him?
You know...a young offender
makes good.
It would have made a great story
for the Bookseller.
Maybe I just added to whatever
pressure he was feeling.
(SIGHS)
We're going back to London.
You're leaving Suffolk? Yep.
As soon as the case is over
I'm gonna put the house back
on the market.
And Will's agreed? Absolutely.
Well, I think that's wonderful.
You're taking my advice.
That's a first!
I'm going back to my old job.
It's all sorted.
And what about Will?
He's fine. He's...
Oh, he's back to his old self.
He's completely his old self.
I don't know what's happened.
It's obvious, isn't it?
It's Spaull!
Spaull started all of this.
He nearly destroyed us.
Exactly. And now he's dead.
That's what's made the difference.
Can't you see?
Maybe you're right.
It's just I didn't see it that way.
That's because you're too
kind-hearted, darling.
I'll tell you what, though.
If I'd know it was going to help this
much I'd have shot him myself.
(GASPS)
(REPORTERS CLAMOUR)
I did it.
This wasn't justice.
This was INjustice.
(LAUGHS)
Are you ready?
I think so. How about you?
Good. This is all so horrible,
I just want it to be over with.
Don't worry. It will be over.
Very soon.
Let's go then.
Oh, erm, Martin, there is just one
other thing.
Have you ever had any dealings
in Eritrea?
Massawa, for example? For Qestrel.
No. We don't even have any
contacts there.
You're quite sure? Well, no-one's
every mentioned anything to me.
Right, jolly good.
Deep breath now.
So, what's happening with Slater?
Oh, he can go.
What, we're not charging him?
Of course we're charging him.
Possession and sale of an illegal
firearm. Just...not yet.
Where does that leave us? If he
can't identify the man he sold it to
we've got nowhere else to go.
Give him a day or two to think about
it and maybe he'll change his mind.
What do you mean? Well...
It's funny how little details can
come back to you
given the right incentives.
In the next few days you may hear
many strange and wonderful versions
of the events surrounding the death
of a young woman in a London
hotel room.
But the facts in this case could
hardly be more straightforward.
FORBES-WATSON: Two people went into
that room.
The defendant was one of them.
A man who was having sexual
relations
with a girl less than half his age.
Nobody else was there and two hours
later the girl was dead.
The police have the murder weapon -
one of the victim's own stockings.
And they will show you DNA evidence
that it was handled by one man.
Martin Newall.
Miss Wilson went into that hotel
room with one purpose.
To extort money from Martin Newall
by blackmailing him about
their affair.
And that is why he killed her.
To silence her.
A word.
Three pillars of the prosecution,
ladies and gentlemen.
The motive.
The method.
And the complete absence of any
possible alternative explanation.
That is what you are here to
evaluate today.
I wonder if you have any idea
how much trouble you're in, John.
Selling that gun.
How much did you make?
Four hundred quid? Peanuts.
These days the law takes a very dim
view of trafficking illegal weapons.
I reckon you could be doing years
with your record.
Years and years. So?
I can help you get out of it.
You know that bit of bother you had
with the drugs thing?
You had a brief from a firm
in Deanscourt. So what?
Did you ever meet a man called
William Travers?
No. Are you sure about that?
I don't know who you're talking
about.
OK.
I'm talking about this man here.
William Travers.
You have told the police
that you saw that Martin Newall
had a portable computer with him.
Yes, I saw the case.
It was on the side.
It was beside the table.
Was this the case that you saw?
Yes, it was a case like that.
If I place the computer in
the case...
Miss Sun-Jung, can you see
the computer now?
No.
But it's the same case.
It's the same computer.
How could you have seen it
in the hotel room?
I was sure I saw it.
It was sticking out.
Sticking...out?
Thank you, Miss Sun-Jung.
I've never seen him before.
That night on the docks in
Felixstowe.
I told you, I didn't see his face.
Whoever took the gun...he was
too far away.
If I knew who it was
I would tell you.
That's exactly the point
I was gonna make.
If you could help me,
I could help you.
For instance, if you were able to
identify the man in the hood,
I could get a nice little brown
envelope to the judge.
And when it came to sentencing you,
you might not even go inside.
But I told you, I didn't see -
Well, John. Let me stop you
there, mate.
Let me tell you about this man here.
His name is William Travers,
he's a smart-arse lawyer.
He makes a mint out of people
like you.
He's rich, he's smug, he's good with
words. You know the type.
But let me tell you something else
about Mr William Travers.
He was the man who bought the gun.
He killed Phillip Spaull.
How do you know that?
I just do. Trust me.
The thing is, I can't get close
to him.
What he does for a living,
who he is. Who's gonna believe me?
See, that's what the law does.
They protect their own.
People like you they just chew up
and spit out
without a second thought.
He's gonna get away with murder.
Literally.
What are you saying?
Just imagine that...
you got the cash, he got the gun.
But then you decided to follow him
back to his car.
He'd been careless.
He'd only parked round the corner.
You've seen his car, you've seen
his number plate.
And you've clocked his face, yeah?
All you'd have to do is identify him
from a line-up. Then we'd have him.
But you've showed me his picture.
Oh, I don't remember doing that.
In fact, I haven't even been
round here today!
You didn't tell anyone I was coming,
did you? No.
No. Well I certainly didn't.
You want me to lie?
Listen, John. You bought a gun
and you sold a gun
that was used to kill someone.
Think about it.
How do I know I can trust you?
You're just asking stupid questions.
Just come in tomorrow and we can
change your statement.
(SIGHS)
What time? I'm there all day.
Wenborn? Yes, sir?
Any movement on Spaull?
I expect to make an arrest.
Really? Any time soon?
Tomorrow. Good, then I shall look
forward to hearing about it.
If you bother to tell me. Yes, sir.
TRAVERS: With your Lordship's leave
the defence call Martin Newall.
Who started the affair?
Was it you or her?
I don't know, really.
It just sort of happened.
She was very young.
Yes, I know.
And I'm ashamed about that.
But erm...that was part of the
attraction you see. I was flattered.
I'd like you to go back to the moment
that you and Lucy Wilson
entered the room.
What happened then?
Well, we closed the door behind us.
I got a bottle of champagne
from the minibar.
Lucy was...
Well, she seemed very excited.
Then we fell onto the bed.
She got undressed?
You have to take them off me.
No, no. She asked me
to undress her.
Did you take off her stockings?
Yes.
Yes, that's when I handled them,
I...
I took them off with my hands.
So the stockings that would later
be used to strangle Lucy Wilson
were already carrying...your DNA.
Don't say a fucking word.
JUDGE: Mr Forbes-Watson?
You showed the receptionist
the fried food you had bought
at a local diner.
In the lift you asked someone
the time.
You seem to have been very keen to
let as many people as possible know
that you'd left the hotel.
No. It wasn't like that.
I was...happy.
Er, I - I wasn't really thinking.
By your own admission the time when
you came out of the lift was 8:40.
Excuse me, have you got the time,
please? 8:40.
That was a Mr John Loener.
A businessman from Detroit. Yes.
And yet we have you on close circuit
television
leaving the fast food restaurant
on Edborn Street at 8:17.
How many minutes would you say it
took you
to get back to the Avenue Hotel?
I can't really say.
You were carrying hot food,
you wouldn't have dawdled.
The distance is less than 500
metres. Would five minutes be fair?
Yes, I suppose so.
If you took ten minutes, Mr Newall,
you would still arrive back at 8:27.
Leaving 13 minutes unaccounted for.
What did you do in that time?
I didn't dawdle.
I don't know what I did
in that time.
Loener must have given me
the wrong time.
Do you know Mr Loener's business?
No.
He's a sales manager.
He works for Rolex.
(QUIET LAUGHTER)
Will. Jeremy.
How are you feeling?
Fine.
Not letting the pressure get to you,
now you're back in the big time?
It's that awful moment, isn't it,
when you begin to wonder
if you can believe a word
your client said.
And round the corner you can feel
the breakdown.
What breakdown?
The breakdown...
..of your case.
Take care.
Maggie?
What are you doing? Are you going
somewhere? Yeah.
Oh, do enlighten me.
I'm leaving you.
What? You heard me, Mark. I'm going.
Because of a little domestic tiff?
Is that what you call it?
You're violent to me. You've been
violent to me for years now,
and I can't go on living in fear.
I said I was sorry. Sorry's not
enough! You can't do this to me!
You can't do this to anyone.
It's against the law.
Have you been talking to someone?
I've made up my mind.
Where are you going? Your mum's?
You lasted three weeks
before you came crawling back last
time. I'll never crawl to you again.
I despise you, what you've become.
I've heard it all before.
This is different. I've got someone
else to think about.
I've got Claire. Where is she?
Upstairs, asleep. I'm going to get
her now. You're not taking her.
I'm not leaving her with you.
Your mother is an alcoholic!
You're not taking my kid to live
with her.
You think I'd leave her with you?
How long do you think it would be
before you started taking it
out on her?
I've never laid a finger on her!
You punched me when she was in my
stomach. She was a month premature.
You're a horrible, vile, bully,
Mark.
And I never want to see you again.
You're not taking my kid!
You leave me alone, Mark!
You can piss off, but you're not
taking my baby!
You're not touching her. Watch me.
No!
Mark?
(SOBS HYSTERICALLY)
MAGGIE: I didn't mean to push him.
I was just afraid he would take
Claire. Did you push him?
No.
I...don't think -
If you'd known him when I first met
him he was a very different man.
A very kind man. I'm sure.
People change.
It's only to be expecting
doing what he was doing everyday.
Did he ever talk about his work?
Do you know where he was today?
Did he ever tell you what
he was doing?
He never told me anything.
It's for the best really.
I didn't want to know.
Mr Khan, you work for the magazine
City Wide. Yes.
Could you please tell the court about
your relationship with Lucy Wilson?
I hired her to spy on Martin Newall
and various directors at
Qestrel Oil Trading.
(MURMURING)
And what was your interest in
Qestrel?
I believed they were engaged in
an illegal operation.
Dumping toxic waste in Eritrea.
They were making millions from it
but at the expense of human lives.
(COMMOTION)
Could I have silence, please?
Otherwise I will have to clear
the public gallery.
Mr Travers.
Did Lucy Wilson find any evidence
of this?
Yes, a name. Agadir.
And three dates.
January 13th, April 5th
and July 10th. Yes.
The jury have heard details taken
from Miss Wilson's mobile phone.
Do those dates and that name
mean something to you?
Yes, it does.
Due to information I have recently
received from the Nautical Records
Office,
I have been able to identify
the Agadir as a ship.
Chartered by the Qestrel group,
which visited the port of Massawa
in Eritrea on January 13th,
April 5th and July 10th.
Tell me, Mr Khan. What do you think
this information might be worth?
For Qestrel...
Well, it's everything.
It's a huge scandal and it may
bring them down.
And if Lucy Wilson had that
information
do you think that could...put
her life in danger?
Undoubtedly. My Lord,
that's completely outrageous!
Mr Travers...
Forgive me, your Lordship.
It was an...inappropriate question.
I don't believe it. I just don't
believe it.
A broken neck! She didn't mean to do
it as far as I can tell.
It was an accident. Accident?! She
pushed him down the bloody stairs!
She pushed him?
Or he fell?
You know, if Wenborn could see this
now he'd be laughing about it.
He probably is laughing about it,
wherever he is.
How is Mrs Wenborn?
Oh, in shock.
Sir, she had a lot of bruises.
I know you didn't like Wenborn and
you're probably glad that he's gone
but I'm not having that sort of muck
spread around.
Actually, sir, I was coming round to
his way of seeing things.
Like you said...
he got results.
So what about Spaull?
He told me yesterday
he was about to make an arrest.
What do you know about that?
I don't know anything.
He didn't tell me.
I know, but you must know
something.
You must know where he'd been,
who he'd been talking to.
Bring me his notes.
He didn't do any, sir.
He must have done something!
Oh...
Right, I want you to go through
his diary, his desk and his dustbin.
Just go through everything.
If he was onto something -
or somebody, I want to know who.
OK, sir.
The three pillars of the prosecution.
First, that Martin Newall was in
the room at the Avenue Hotel
on the night that Lucy Wilson
was killed.
Yes...it's true.
But even the prosecution agree
that he was absent from that room
for at least 20 minutes.
Second, the DNA on Lucy's stockings.
Well, you've heard a perfectly simple
explanation as to how that got there.
And thirdly, the motive.
Now, was Lucy Wilson really
interested in petty blackmail?
After all she was investigating
Qestrel Oil.
And the information she obtained
for City Wide magazine
could well be enough to bring
Qestrel down.
Suppose someone was onto her.
Suppose she'd argued with someone
who came into the room that night.
What do you think they might have
done to her?
The Crown began by saying
that this case could not have been
more straightforward.
I would suggest to you that
actually...
it was anything but.
(INAUDIBLE)
'It's Phillip Spaull.
He's been living here in Suffolk,
and now someone's shot him.'
SUSANNA: 'If I'd known it was gonna
help this much
I'd have shot him myself.'
TRAVERS: 'He was a killer and
he was...killed.
There's a certain justice to that.'
CLERK: Have you reached a verdict?
FOREMAN: We have.
Will the defendant please stand up?
It wasn't unanimous...but who cares?
We won! (LAUGHTER)
It was great victory. Oh, to Will.
A great barrister, and a loyal
friend.
ALL: Cheers!
What next?
I thought about coming back to
London.
You should! You're wasted in
Ipswich.
Even if they may be more tolerant
of the way you work.
We got there, you know.
We certainly did.
Oh, didn't you know?
Martin and Will met at university.
They were in the same cricket team.
Will was the opening batsman,
Martin was their secret weapon.
The unbeatable left-handed bowler.
MARTIN: Deadly, I was. Deadly!
CAROLINE: 'Martin was their secret
weapon.
The unbeatable left-handed bowler.'
CANNING: We did manage to find you
on the CCTV.
Problem with the time. You're sure
it was 8:40 when you got back?
Did you go anywhere else
on the way back?
13 minutes unaccounted for.
What did you do in that time?
I didn't dawdle.
Martin wanted things I couldn't give
him and so we divorced.
She was young...
I was very flattered.
It was just a man thing, wasn't it?
Just sex. And what's sex at the end
of the day? It's...just a game.
(GASPS)
(GASPS) Oh, God!
Will! You startled me!
What the hell are you doing?
You lied to me.
What are you talking about?
You were lying all along.
You killed Lucy Wilson.
No, I didn't. I know it all, Martin.
Lucy...was half your age.
And she wasn't having an affair
with you.
She was using you so she could find
out information about Qestrel.
LUCY: I think we're being watched.
She didn't really say that, did she?
'I think we're being watched.'
You just made that up.
You went to the hotel and you had
sex with her.
And then she sent you out to fetch
a highly improbable meal
from an American diner.
Not the five star room service. Why?
So she could get you out of the way
to access your computer
which is what she wanted all along.
Because she wanted the information
from Qestrel. We all know that!
Somehow...she got hold of
your password.
And used it to access your computer
looking for information on
the shipments to Eritrea.
But that wasn't what she
found...was it?
It's the one thing I haven't been
able to square all along.
You told me that you weren't meant to
carry the important information
on your computer.
That was company policy.
So why would anyone target you
in the first place?
Why would anyone think it worth
killing Lucy Wilson
just for a few contacts or whatever?
You did it very cleverly, Martin.
The way you built in the sense of
conspiracy,
the 'I think we're being watched'.
And it wasn't Qestrel. It was you
that broke into my flat, wasn't it?
They had no real reason to.
But you did.
You wanted me to think it was them.
And Lucy never found out anything
about the Agadir
or the dates that it docked
in East Africa.
You told me that you had no idea
what Qestrel were up to.
But that wasn't true either, was it?
Somehow you HAD found out. But that
information wasn't on your computer.
So when Lucy sent you out to fetch
the takeaway and accessed your system
she found something else.
Something entirely different.
You came back from the diner
not at 8:40 but 20 minutes earlier.
(DOOR OPENS)
What are you doing?
You filthy bastard.
These are children.
Lucy... These are sick!
Is this what you were thinking about
when you were in bed with me?
They're just pictures -
No, they're not just pictures!
They're little girls! It's horrible!
Oh, I'm leaving. I can't bear to be
anywhere near you.
But, Lucy I thought we were...
Oh, you thought what?
You thought I fancied you?
No, I don't.
I'm here because of Qestrel.
I'm being paid to find out what
they're doing.
And as for you...you just make me
feel sick!
Well, I'm going to get you too.
I'm going to tell the police,
I'm going to tell everyone.
(GASPS)
I can't believe that in the end
it all boiled down to something
so shabby, so pathetic,
as a middle aged man with...
child pornography on their computer.
But that wasn't the end of it.
The computer was still there.
You knew you were gonna have to
get rid of that.
That's when you came up with
your big idea.
You tapped the name 'Agadir' and the
three dates into Lucy's mobile phone.
You were going to use
the Qestrel conspiracy
in order to cover up your own
grubby tracks.
That was why it would seem
she had died.
The river was only a few minutes
walk away.
You went down there,
dumped the computer
and headed back to the hotel.
Now the first time you had gone out
nobody had noticed you.
But this time you made absolutely
sure that you were seen.
Curly fries!
You even asked another guest
the time.
Excuse me, have you got the time?
Erm, yeah. 8:40.
The oldest trick in the book.
Establishing an alibi.
You went up to the room, the computer
was gone. Lucy was dead.
Everything...was set.
All you needed was someone to believe
in you.
And you chose me.
This is, of course, all speculation.
Hmm...no. Not really.
You get that from the bottom of
the Thames, did you? A dredger.
I doubt it works.
Do you want me to power it up?
No. Let's not bother.
Gemma refused to tell me
why she divorced you.
She would only say that she couldn't
give you what you wanted.
Now, I think I know what she meant.
You're right, of course.
No point denying it, is there?
So...what happens now?
Does a policeman jump out from
behind a parked car and arrest me?
I don't have a great knowledge of
criminal law but I'm pretty certain
that you haven't got enough
firm evidence...to order a retrial.
You could do me for the pictures,
I suppose.
Although... (SIGHS)
I have a feeling you're trying to
pull the wool over my eyes on that
one.
I'm not sure that computer is going
to be any good at all now.
Anyway, if there are any images
on it
you could have put them on
afterwards.
Or after it was stolen from
the hotel.
So, yes, I am very impressed, Will.
As ever.
But by and large I'd have to say...
..you're screwed.
You see, you have one big problem.
It was the same up at university.
You always believe the best
in people.
You're too easily taken in.
Not, I would have to say, the best
quality in a criminal barrister.
I can't defend someone...
if I don't believe them.
There's your mistake.
So what does happen now, hmm?
I'll tell you what happens now.
I'll get into my car
and I'll drive away.
And you and I are going to lead
separate lives.
I can't let that happen. Well, how
are you gonna stop me, Will?
Will?
Will? What are you looking at?
(GUNSHOT)
(JANE TALKS ON PHONE)
I'll call you later, all right?
Ah, I've made tea. Do you fancy one?
Mmm, thanks.
What was that on the phone?
That was Kate. She's not too happy.
She was the one who wanted us
to go back!
Not if it meant kicking her out.
Now she's going to have to move into
student digs like everyone else.
She could always come and live with
us, couldn't she? I don't think so!
(CHUCKLES) Thank you.
So, how about you, Will?
Back in your old chambers.
That must feel strange.
Mmm, yes, it does. A little anyway.
But they seem pleased enough
to have me back.
I'm not surprised. You were always
their star.
And they've given you a new case?
Well, I saw the package on your
desk, pink ribbons and all.
Yes. So...what is it?
It's a murder case.
No surprise there either.
You're good at murder.
Tell me we're going to be all right.
We're gonna be just fine.
I've read the police statement,
the witness statements,
and this is your own statement here.
And I have to say that
the prosecution
do seem to have a very solid case.
However, at the same time there is
some room for doubt.
And doubt of course is where
every defence begins.
So, I am prepared to accept your
instructions and represent you.
But...there is one question I must
ask you before we begin.
Have you told me the truth?
So when did you find out?
Er...a policeman came to see me
in my office.
TRAVERS: Qestrel Oil Trading are
being investigated
by a journalist, Jameel Khan.
Jameel? What?
It doesn't surprise me.
They have secrets?
Of course they do.
It's how they work.
The missing computer.
What exactly was on it?
TRAVERS: After I saw Martin,
I noticed this - this car...
Lucy Wilson said she was being
followed before she was killed.
She wasn't sweet, Martin.
She was professional.
You're my only hope.
WENBORN: John Slater. He knew me.
He knew about my drug conviction.
I put the gun down, and I took
the money. So you saw him?
No. I've just been going through
the John Slater file.
The solicitors that defended him are
a firm based here in Ipswich. And?
The barrister that defended
Phillip Spaull also works there.
Small world, eh?
Travers.
(DOOR OPENS)
Here, I made you some tea.
Look, Maggie. What happened
the other night - I'm sorry, OK?
You've got to understand. What you
did, it - it really pissed me off.
I mean, getting done for
shoplifting...
How stupid was that?
You hit me.
I said I'm sorry.
I didn't know what I was doing.
Let's go out tonight, have a drink.
We could go down the George.
I can't go out looking like this.
You don't look too bad.
You could put on some glasses,
no-one would notice.
I don't wanna go out.
Yeah, you do. Come on.
We need to talk about things.
I know I've got a temper. I just...
You know, it's the job.
I just get so stressed, you know.
You said you'd been with
another woman.
I was lying!
I just wanted to upset you.
Look...
Can we talk about this later?
I've got to go.
Er... I'll get home early
and we'll have a nice chat, OK?
I'll make everything all right.
Look, here you are...
Why don't you go out and get
yourself something nice?
(CRIES)
I still can't believe it.
Lucy...dead.
How well did you know her?
I'd only known her for about
three months.
The same amount of time she was
working with Qestrel. Yes.
You put her there.
She was working for you.
She was helping me with a story.
What story?
Well, I'd prefer not to talk
about that.
Fine, let me help you.
You've been investigating the illegal
dumping of toxic waste in Eritrea.
Someone buys dirty fuel.
They wash it, they sell it on
for a higher price.
But there are by-products,
aren't there?
The process is called caustic
washing.
And you thinking Qestrel are
the dealers?
I've been trying to find the link,
yes. So you sent Lucy in. Yes.
Did you tell her to sleep
with Martin Newall?
I knew nothing about that.
You knew her history.
You didn't care how she got hold of
her information.
Or what kind of danger
she might be in.
People are dying, Mr Travers.
Women and children in Ghinda,
Keren and Erota.
Now, I've seen the corpses.
This stuff, this waste product,
is killing them.
There are three dates on
Lucy's Blackberry.
In January, April and July.
And a name. Agadir.
Does that mean anything to you?
In Morocco? No, I've never been
there.
She didn't text it to you?
I didn't hear from her.
This came from
the Nautical Records Office.
It might help.
His name was Alan.
He was 17 years old,
and he had talent.
What a waste!
I wonder - What really scares me is,
I wonder if I was partly
responsible.
For him killing himself? But, why?
The business with the book.
You were trying to help him.
Was I? Or - Or was I trying to
exploit him?
You know...a young offender
makes good.
It would have made a great story
for the Bookseller.
Maybe I just added to whatever
pressure he was feeling.
(SIGHS)
We're going back to London.
You're leaving Suffolk? Yep.
As soon as the case is over
I'm gonna put the house back
on the market.
And Will's agreed? Absolutely.
Well, I think that's wonderful.
You're taking my advice.
That's a first!
I'm going back to my old job.
It's all sorted.
And what about Will?
He's fine. He's...
Oh, he's back to his old self.
He's completely his old self.
I don't know what's happened.
It's obvious, isn't it?
It's Spaull!
Spaull started all of this.
He nearly destroyed us.
Exactly. And now he's dead.
That's what's made the difference.
Can't you see?
Maybe you're right.
It's just I didn't see it that way.
That's because you're too
kind-hearted, darling.
I'll tell you what, though.
If I'd know it was going to help this
much I'd have shot him myself.
(GASPS)
(REPORTERS CLAMOUR)
I did it.
This wasn't justice.
This was INjustice.
(LAUGHS)
Are you ready?
I think so. How about you?
Good. This is all so horrible,
I just want it to be over with.
Don't worry. It will be over.
Very soon.
Let's go then.
Oh, erm, Martin, there is just one
other thing.
Have you ever had any dealings
in Eritrea?
Massawa, for example? For Qestrel.
No. We don't even have any
contacts there.
You're quite sure? Well, no-one's
every mentioned anything to me.
Right, jolly good.
Deep breath now.
So, what's happening with Slater?
Oh, he can go.
What, we're not charging him?
Of course we're charging him.
Possession and sale of an illegal
firearm. Just...not yet.
Where does that leave us? If he
can't identify the man he sold it to
we've got nowhere else to go.
Give him a day or two to think about
it and maybe he'll change his mind.
What do you mean? Well...
It's funny how little details can
come back to you
given the right incentives.
In the next few days you may hear
many strange and wonderful versions
of the events surrounding the death
of a young woman in a London
hotel room.
But the facts in this case could
hardly be more straightforward.
FORBES-WATSON: Two people went into
that room.
The defendant was one of them.
A man who was having sexual
relations
with a girl less than half his age.
Nobody else was there and two hours
later the girl was dead.
The police have the murder weapon -
one of the victim's own stockings.
And they will show you DNA evidence
that it was handled by one man.
Martin Newall.
Miss Wilson went into that hotel
room with one purpose.
To extort money from Martin Newall
by blackmailing him about
their affair.
And that is why he killed her.
To silence her.
A word.
Three pillars of the prosecution,
ladies and gentlemen.
The motive.
The method.
And the complete absence of any
possible alternative explanation.
That is what you are here to
evaluate today.
I wonder if you have any idea
how much trouble you're in, John.
Selling that gun.
How much did you make?
Four hundred quid? Peanuts.
These days the law takes a very dim
view of trafficking illegal weapons.
I reckon you could be doing years
with your record.
Years and years. So?
I can help you get out of it.
You know that bit of bother you had
with the drugs thing?
You had a brief from a firm
in Deanscourt. So what?
Did you ever meet a man called
William Travers?
No. Are you sure about that?
I don't know who you're talking
about.
OK.
I'm talking about this man here.
William Travers.
You have told the police
that you saw that Martin Newall
had a portable computer with him.
Yes, I saw the case.
It was on the side.
It was beside the table.
Was this the case that you saw?
Yes, it was a case like that.
If I place the computer in
the case...
Miss Sun-Jung, can you see
the computer now?
No.
But it's the same case.
It's the same computer.
How could you have seen it
in the hotel room?
I was sure I saw it.
It was sticking out.
Sticking...out?
Thank you, Miss Sun-Jung.
I've never seen him before.
That night on the docks in
Felixstowe.
I told you, I didn't see his face.
Whoever took the gun...he was
too far away.
If I knew who it was
I would tell you.
That's exactly the point
I was gonna make.
If you could help me,
I could help you.
For instance, if you were able to
identify the man in the hood,
I could get a nice little brown
envelope to the judge.
And when it came to sentencing you,
you might not even go inside.
But I told you, I didn't see -
Well, John. Let me stop you
there, mate.
Let me tell you about this man here.
His name is William Travers,
he's a smart-arse lawyer.
He makes a mint out of people
like you.
He's rich, he's smug, he's good with
words. You know the type.
But let me tell you something else
about Mr William Travers.
He was the man who bought the gun.
He killed Phillip Spaull.
How do you know that?
I just do. Trust me.
The thing is, I can't get close
to him.
What he does for a living,
who he is. Who's gonna believe me?
See, that's what the law does.
They protect their own.
People like you they just chew up
and spit out
without a second thought.
He's gonna get away with murder.
Literally.
What are you saying?
Just imagine that...
you got the cash, he got the gun.
But then you decided to follow him
back to his car.
He'd been careless.
He'd only parked round the corner.
You've seen his car, you've seen
his number plate.
And you've clocked his face, yeah?
All you'd have to do is identify him
from a line-up. Then we'd have him.
But you've showed me his picture.
Oh, I don't remember doing that.
In fact, I haven't even been
round here today!
You didn't tell anyone I was coming,
did you? No.
No. Well I certainly didn't.
You want me to lie?
Listen, John. You bought a gun
and you sold a gun
that was used to kill someone.
Think about it.
How do I know I can trust you?
You're just asking stupid questions.
Just come in tomorrow and we can
change your statement.
(SIGHS)
What time? I'm there all day.
Wenborn? Yes, sir?
Any movement on Spaull?
I expect to make an arrest.
Really? Any time soon?
Tomorrow. Good, then I shall look
forward to hearing about it.
If you bother to tell me. Yes, sir.
TRAVERS: With your Lordship's leave
the defence call Martin Newall.
Who started the affair?
Was it you or her?
I don't know, really.
It just sort of happened.
She was very young.
Yes, I know.
And I'm ashamed about that.
But erm...that was part of the
attraction you see. I was flattered.
I'd like you to go back to the moment
that you and Lucy Wilson
entered the room.
What happened then?
Well, we closed the door behind us.
I got a bottle of champagne
from the minibar.
Lucy was...
Well, she seemed very excited.
Then we fell onto the bed.
She got undressed?
You have to take them off me.
No, no. She asked me
to undress her.
Did you take off her stockings?
Yes.
Yes, that's when I handled them,
I...
I took them off with my hands.
So the stockings that would later
be used to strangle Lucy Wilson
were already carrying...your DNA.
Don't say a fucking word.
JUDGE: Mr Forbes-Watson?
You showed the receptionist
the fried food you had bought
at a local diner.
In the lift you asked someone
the time.
You seem to have been very keen to
let as many people as possible know
that you'd left the hotel.
No. It wasn't like that.
I was...happy.
Er, I - I wasn't really thinking.
By your own admission the time when
you came out of the lift was 8:40.
Excuse me, have you got the time,
please? 8:40.
That was a Mr John Loener.
A businessman from Detroit. Yes.
And yet we have you on close circuit
television
leaving the fast food restaurant
on Edborn Street at 8:17.
How many minutes would you say it
took you
to get back to the Avenue Hotel?
I can't really say.
You were carrying hot food,
you wouldn't have dawdled.
The distance is less than 500
metres. Would five minutes be fair?
Yes, I suppose so.
If you took ten minutes, Mr Newall,
you would still arrive back at 8:27.
Leaving 13 minutes unaccounted for.
What did you do in that time?
I didn't dawdle.
I don't know what I did
in that time.
Loener must have given me
the wrong time.
Do you know Mr Loener's business?
No.
He's a sales manager.
He works for Rolex.
(QUIET LAUGHTER)
Will. Jeremy.
How are you feeling?
Fine.
Not letting the pressure get to you,
now you're back in the big time?
It's that awful moment, isn't it,
when you begin to wonder
if you can believe a word
your client said.
And round the corner you can feel
the breakdown.
What breakdown?
The breakdown...
..of your case.
Take care.
Maggie?
What are you doing? Are you going
somewhere? Yeah.
Oh, do enlighten me.
I'm leaving you.
What? You heard me, Mark. I'm going.
Because of a little domestic tiff?
Is that what you call it?
You're violent to me. You've been
violent to me for years now,
and I can't go on living in fear.
I said I was sorry. Sorry's not
enough! You can't do this to me!
You can't do this to anyone.
It's against the law.
Have you been talking to someone?
I've made up my mind.
Where are you going? Your mum's?
You lasted three weeks
before you came crawling back last
time. I'll never crawl to you again.
I despise you, what you've become.
I've heard it all before.
This is different. I've got someone
else to think about.
I've got Claire. Where is she?
Upstairs, asleep. I'm going to get
her now. You're not taking her.
I'm not leaving her with you.
Your mother is an alcoholic!
You're not taking my kid to live
with her.
You think I'd leave her with you?
How long do you think it would be
before you started taking it
out on her?
I've never laid a finger on her!
You punched me when she was in my
stomach. She was a month premature.
You're a horrible, vile, bully,
Mark.
And I never want to see you again.
You're not taking my kid!
You leave me alone, Mark!
You can piss off, but you're not
taking my baby!
You're not touching her. Watch me.
No!
Mark?
(SOBS HYSTERICALLY)
MAGGIE: I didn't mean to push him.
I was just afraid he would take
Claire. Did you push him?
No.
I...don't think -
If you'd known him when I first met
him he was a very different man.
A very kind man. I'm sure.
People change.
It's only to be expecting
doing what he was doing everyday.
Did he ever talk about his work?
Do you know where he was today?
Did he ever tell you what
he was doing?
He never told me anything.
It's for the best really.
I didn't want to know.
Mr Khan, you work for the magazine
City Wide. Yes.
Could you please tell the court about
your relationship with Lucy Wilson?
I hired her to spy on Martin Newall
and various directors at
Qestrel Oil Trading.
(MURMURING)
And what was your interest in
Qestrel?
I believed they were engaged in
an illegal operation.
Dumping toxic waste in Eritrea.
They were making millions from it
but at the expense of human lives.
(COMMOTION)
Could I have silence, please?
Otherwise I will have to clear
the public gallery.
Mr Travers.
Did Lucy Wilson find any evidence
of this?
Yes, a name. Agadir.
And three dates.
January 13th, April 5th
and July 10th. Yes.
The jury have heard details taken
from Miss Wilson's mobile phone.
Do those dates and that name
mean something to you?
Yes, it does.
Due to information I have recently
received from the Nautical Records
Office,
I have been able to identify
the Agadir as a ship.
Chartered by the Qestrel group,
which visited the port of Massawa
in Eritrea on January 13th,
April 5th and July 10th.
Tell me, Mr Khan. What do you think
this information might be worth?
For Qestrel...
Well, it's everything.
It's a huge scandal and it may
bring them down.
And if Lucy Wilson had that
information
do you think that could...put
her life in danger?
Undoubtedly. My Lord,
that's completely outrageous!
Mr Travers...
Forgive me, your Lordship.
It was an...inappropriate question.
I don't believe it. I just don't
believe it.
A broken neck! She didn't mean to do
it as far as I can tell.
It was an accident. Accident?! She
pushed him down the bloody stairs!
She pushed him?
Or he fell?
You know, if Wenborn could see this
now he'd be laughing about it.
He probably is laughing about it,
wherever he is.
How is Mrs Wenborn?
Oh, in shock.
Sir, she had a lot of bruises.
I know you didn't like Wenborn and
you're probably glad that he's gone
but I'm not having that sort of muck
spread around.
Actually, sir, I was coming round to
his way of seeing things.
Like you said...
he got results.
So what about Spaull?
He told me yesterday
he was about to make an arrest.
What do you know about that?
I don't know anything.
He didn't tell me.
I know, but you must know
something.
You must know where he'd been,
who he'd been talking to.
Bring me his notes.
He didn't do any, sir.
He must have done something!
Oh...
Right, I want you to go through
his diary, his desk and his dustbin.
Just go through everything.
If he was onto something -
or somebody, I want to know who.
OK, sir.
The three pillars of the prosecution.
First, that Martin Newall was in
the room at the Avenue Hotel
on the night that Lucy Wilson
was killed.
Yes...it's true.
But even the prosecution agree
that he was absent from that room
for at least 20 minutes.
Second, the DNA on Lucy's stockings.
Well, you've heard a perfectly simple
explanation as to how that got there.
And thirdly, the motive.
Now, was Lucy Wilson really
interested in petty blackmail?
After all she was investigating
Qestrel Oil.
And the information she obtained
for City Wide magazine
could well be enough to bring
Qestrel down.
Suppose someone was onto her.
Suppose she'd argued with someone
who came into the room that night.
What do you think they might have
done to her?
The Crown began by saying
that this case could not have been
more straightforward.
I would suggest to you that
actually...
it was anything but.
(INAUDIBLE)
'It's Phillip Spaull.
He's been living here in Suffolk,
and now someone's shot him.'
SUSANNA: 'If I'd known it was gonna
help this much
I'd have shot him myself.'
TRAVERS: 'He was a killer and
he was...killed.
There's a certain justice to that.'
CLERK: Have you reached a verdict?
FOREMAN: We have.
Will the defendant please stand up?
It wasn't unanimous...but who cares?
We won! (LAUGHTER)
It was great victory. Oh, to Will.
A great barrister, and a loyal
friend.
ALL: Cheers!
What next?
I thought about coming back to
London.
You should! You're wasted in
Ipswich.
Even if they may be more tolerant
of the way you work.
We got there, you know.
We certainly did.
Oh, didn't you know?
Martin and Will met at university.
They were in the same cricket team.
Will was the opening batsman,
Martin was their secret weapon.
The unbeatable left-handed bowler.
MARTIN: Deadly, I was. Deadly!
CAROLINE: 'Martin was their secret
weapon.
The unbeatable left-handed bowler.'
CANNING: We did manage to find you
on the CCTV.
Problem with the time. You're sure
it was 8:40 when you got back?
Did you go anywhere else
on the way back?
13 minutes unaccounted for.
What did you do in that time?
I didn't dawdle.
Martin wanted things I couldn't give
him and so we divorced.
She was young...
I was very flattered.
It was just a man thing, wasn't it?
Just sex. And what's sex at the end
of the day? It's...just a game.
(GASPS)
(GASPS) Oh, God!
Will! You startled me!
What the hell are you doing?
You lied to me.
What are you talking about?
You were lying all along.
You killed Lucy Wilson.
No, I didn't. I know it all, Martin.
Lucy...was half your age.
And she wasn't having an affair
with you.
She was using you so she could find
out information about Qestrel.
LUCY: I think we're being watched.
She didn't really say that, did she?
'I think we're being watched.'
You just made that up.
You went to the hotel and you had
sex with her.
And then she sent you out to fetch
a highly improbable meal
from an American diner.
Not the five star room service. Why?
So she could get you out of the way
to access your computer
which is what she wanted all along.
Because she wanted the information
from Qestrel. We all know that!
Somehow...she got hold of
your password.
And used it to access your computer
looking for information on
the shipments to Eritrea.
But that wasn't what she
found...was it?
It's the one thing I haven't been
able to square all along.
You told me that you weren't meant to
carry the important information
on your computer.
That was company policy.
So why would anyone target you
in the first place?
Why would anyone think it worth
killing Lucy Wilson
just for a few contacts or whatever?
You did it very cleverly, Martin.
The way you built in the sense of
conspiracy,
the 'I think we're being watched'.
And it wasn't Qestrel. It was you
that broke into my flat, wasn't it?
They had no real reason to.
But you did.
You wanted me to think it was them.
And Lucy never found out anything
about the Agadir
or the dates that it docked
in East Africa.
You told me that you had no idea
what Qestrel were up to.
But that wasn't true either, was it?
Somehow you HAD found out. But that
information wasn't on your computer.
So when Lucy sent you out to fetch
the takeaway and accessed your system
she found something else.
Something entirely different.
You came back from the diner
not at 8:40 but 20 minutes earlier.
(DOOR OPENS)
What are you doing?
You filthy bastard.
These are children.
Lucy... These are sick!
Is this what you were thinking about
when you were in bed with me?
They're just pictures -
No, they're not just pictures!
They're little girls! It's horrible!
Oh, I'm leaving. I can't bear to be
anywhere near you.
But, Lucy I thought we were...
Oh, you thought what?
You thought I fancied you?
No, I don't.
I'm here because of Qestrel.
I'm being paid to find out what
they're doing.
And as for you...you just make me
feel sick!
Well, I'm going to get you too.
I'm going to tell the police,
I'm going to tell everyone.
(GASPS)
I can't believe that in the end
it all boiled down to something
so shabby, so pathetic,
as a middle aged man with...
child pornography on their computer.
But that wasn't the end of it.
The computer was still there.
You knew you were gonna have to
get rid of that.
That's when you came up with
your big idea.
You tapped the name 'Agadir' and the
three dates into Lucy's mobile phone.
You were going to use
the Qestrel conspiracy
in order to cover up your own
grubby tracks.
That was why it would seem
she had died.
The river was only a few minutes
walk away.
You went down there,
dumped the computer
and headed back to the hotel.
Now the first time you had gone out
nobody had noticed you.
But this time you made absolutely
sure that you were seen.
Curly fries!
You even asked another guest
the time.
Excuse me, have you got the time?
Erm, yeah. 8:40.
The oldest trick in the book.
Establishing an alibi.
You went up to the room, the computer
was gone. Lucy was dead.
Everything...was set.
All you needed was someone to believe
in you.
And you chose me.
This is, of course, all speculation.
Hmm...no. Not really.
You get that from the bottom of
the Thames, did you? A dredger.
I doubt it works.
Do you want me to power it up?
No. Let's not bother.
Gemma refused to tell me
why she divorced you.
She would only say that she couldn't
give you what you wanted.
Now, I think I know what she meant.
You're right, of course.
No point denying it, is there?
So...what happens now?
Does a policeman jump out from
behind a parked car and arrest me?
I don't have a great knowledge of
criminal law but I'm pretty certain
that you haven't got enough
firm evidence...to order a retrial.
You could do me for the pictures,
I suppose.
Although... (SIGHS)
I have a feeling you're trying to
pull the wool over my eyes on that
one.
I'm not sure that computer is going
to be any good at all now.
Anyway, if there are any images
on it
you could have put them on
afterwards.
Or after it was stolen from
the hotel.
So, yes, I am very impressed, Will.
As ever.
But by and large I'd have to say...
..you're screwed.
You see, you have one big problem.
It was the same up at university.
You always believe the best
in people.
You're too easily taken in.
Not, I would have to say, the best
quality in a criminal barrister.
I can't defend someone...
if I don't believe them.
There's your mistake.
So what does happen now, hmm?
I'll tell you what happens now.
I'll get into my car
and I'll drive away.
And you and I are going to lead
separate lives.
I can't let that happen. Well, how
are you gonna stop me, Will?
Will?
Will? What are you looking at?
(GUNSHOT)
(JANE TALKS ON PHONE)
I'll call you later, all right?
Ah, I've made tea. Do you fancy one?
Mmm, thanks.
What was that on the phone?
That was Kate. She's not too happy.
She was the one who wanted us
to go back!
Not if it meant kicking her out.
Now she's going to have to move into
student digs like everyone else.
She could always come and live with
us, couldn't she? I don't think so!
(CHUCKLES) Thank you.
So, how about you, Will?
Back in your old chambers.
That must feel strange.
Mmm, yes, it does. A little anyway.
But they seem pleased enough
to have me back.
I'm not surprised. You were always
their star.
And they've given you a new case?
Well, I saw the package on your
desk, pink ribbons and all.
Yes. So...what is it?
It's a murder case.
No surprise there either.
You're good at murder.
Tell me we're going to be all right.
We're gonna be just fine.
I've read the police statement,
the witness statements,
and this is your own statement here.
And I have to say that
the prosecution
do seem to have a very solid case.
However, at the same time there is
some room for doubt.
And doubt of course is where
every defence begins.
So, I am prepared to accept your
instructions and represent you.
But...there is one question I must
ask you before we begin.
Have you told me the truth?