Kavanagh QC (1995–2001): Season 1, Episode 2 - Heartland - full transcript
A young man is run over by a member of a neighborhood law enforcement committee, but the police and the crown prosecution service decide there is insufficient evidence to charge the driver. The boy's mother decides to pursue a private prosecution and Kavanagh agrees to take on the case despite his own view that the defense may not have a case to answer. The young man had a history of getting into trouble with the police but had been at a pub just prior to being run down. Kavanagh must prove that this is nothing less than a case in vigilantism. Things at home are strained when Matt seems to be getting into trouble at school.
(Gull cries)
(Thunder rumbles)
♪ I'm too sexy for my love
♪ Too sexy for my love
♪ Love's going to leave me
(Karaoke backing music starts)
(Cheering)
HECKLER: Get off!
Your Ryan's going down a storm, Jack.
♪ I'm too sexy for my shin
♪ Too sexy for my shin
♪ 80 sexy it hurts
♪ And I'm too sexy for Milan
♪ Too sexy for Milan
♪ New York and Japan
Oh, he's got a nice arse.
Wouldn't mind getting my hands on that.
Aye, right, if you're looking for trouble.
He's a bad lad, eh, Lise?
Lisa!
Lancer to base. Copy.
RADIO: Base. Copy, copy.
What's it like out there?
Wet.
Keeping the bastards off
the streets at least.
Nothing on the main set?
No. There was a car pinched in
Rockwell Street about hatf-hour back.
Nothing down our way. Can it a night, man.
Early yet.
Bit like waiting to be called
at the clap clinic, isn't it?
I expect so.
Missus lumbered you the same, has she?
She's meant to be coming.
Mr. Kavanagh.
Do come this way.
Everything all right at home, is it?
I have to ask. Home life can be a factor.
No problems? Nothing Matt might
have been worrying about?
No. No, everything's fine.
Well, there it is, I'm afraid.
Careless work. Inattention.
A tendency to insolence.
I have discussed the situation
with Mr.s Kavanagh
Yes. Yes, of course.
Just how long has this been going on?
♪ And I learned how to get along
♪ So now you're back
♪ From outer space
♪ I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
♪ I should have changed that stupid lock
♪ I should have made you...
Your mate's copped off.
Looks like.
Buy you a drink?
Nah. I'm going in a bit.
- I'll walk thee.
- Oh, aye?
Well, if you want.
You best not. I'm seeing someone.
Right.
Top Estate's answer to Charles Bronson, eh?
Ray West is the vigilante.
An ex-cop cleaning up
the mean streets of Collenshaw Park.
He's not like that. He's
trying to do something.
How come he's not picking you up?
He's working.
Look, I just thought that... Well, it's
dark. You shouldn't... Muggers and that.
Well, you'd know.
I never robbed no-one.
I did cars. Look, I've done the stir.
I've done the programme. I've stopped.
I don't know why I'm explaining myself.
Cos you fancy us.
Yeah. But I'm not trying to pull you.
HECKLER: Get off!
Unless you want me to.
♪ ..trying hard to mend the pieces
of my broken heart...
Haway.
♪ I spent, oh, so many nights...
Later, Mam.
Go on. On your bike.
RADIO: Lancer from Base.
Lancer from Base.
Burglary reported, 14 Bloemfontein Rd.
1-4 Bloemfontein Road. Lower south side.
Suspect seen running from the scene. Dark
jacket, jeans and trainers. Do you copy?
10-4, Base. Lancer on way.
Sorry, Matt. I'm late.
- I thought Mum was coming.
- Yeah. Me, too.
- I've just come from the school.
- Oh.
This Norris was talking about
careless work, insolence...
Yeah? Well, anyway...
I won. Thanks for asking.
Won what?
200 metres freestyle.
Club eliminators. I'm through.
It was a competition? You should've said.
I did.
I'd like to report a burglary.
My name is Elizabeth Kavanagh.
Er, yeah. Yes, of course.
It's 118 Waldegrave Road, SW18.
Thank you.
Police are on their way.
- It's only things, Jim.
- Yeah. Yeah.
My things.
Our things!
I hope their hands drop off.
What happened? Where were you?
When?
The parents' thing at the school!
- I'm sorry. We ran over.
- Well, couldn't you have phoned?
Look, don't take this out on me!
Bastards!
If I got my hands on them...
You were always the best-looking girl
in the class.
Aye. And you were always the biggest liar.
I'm serious.
- If you ever ditch the Terminator, give us a call.
- You never know.
Well, this is me.
See you.
Yeah.
(Sirens wail)
(Thunder rumbles)
RADIO: Foxtrot Alpha from Tango Control.
Report of disturbance...
Hiya, Dad. I'm back.
Oh, you're early, pet.
The girls not coming in for coffee?
- No, I left them at the pub.
- You didn't walk all this way back by yourself?
No, Ryan walked us.
- Ryan who?
- Ryan Jams.
You want shaking, you do.
Have you got no sense?
He's all right!
All right? All right?
And they locked him up
because he was all right, did they?
Now, you listen to me, Lisa Marie Parks. I don't
want you seeing that bloke again. Understand?
Aye.
Ah, gee, Officer Dibble.
I want a word with you.
What, with a night stick?
Been over Bloemfontein Road, Ryan?
Up to your old tricks?
I'm having you.
You'll have to catch us first, Hopalong.
Parksie, it's Ray.
I'm on the bastard.
(Tyres screech)
(Glass shatters)
Phone an ambulance!
Go on!
RADIO: To all units. Suspect male, white,
aged about 26, with long blond hair...
__ wearing brown cords, tartan shirt
Suspect was seen assaulting a bus driver.
He just like... ran out - crazy kid.
I hit the anchors...
but the street's like glass.
No. I saw the whole thing.
I was putting the milk out.
He went out of his way to hit him.
Put his foot down. Bloody maniac.
It was deliberate.
One minute we're driving down the road,
the next, bang, he's over the bonnet.
He ran right out in front of the car.
Wasn't anything Ray could do about it.
Is Mr. Jarvis in?
JACKIE JARVIS: I'm not married. Just me
and Ryan. What's the matter, Doctor?'
He has a broken leg, cuts and bruises.
You're not unconscious with a broken leg.
No. Ryan's in a coma.
- How long will he be like that?
- It's hard to say at this time.
When the paramedics arrived, Ryan was
having great difficulty in breathing.
His tongue was obstructing his airway.
It's early days, of course, but...
there is a possibility the lack of oxygen
to the brain...
You think he's got brain damage.
Is that what you're telling us?
It's a distinct possibility.
Right.
OK. Well, thanks for being straight with us,
Doctor. I won't take up any more of your time.
Well, Mr.s Jarvis, put plainly,
The Crown Prosecution Service feels there
is insufficient evidence against Mr. West.
So, there's nothing I can do, Mr. Carnfonh?
There's a private prosecution, but...
Right. I'll do that.
That means it's not legally aided.
All the costs of the case
will have to be met by you.
Litigation, any form of litigation,
is very expensive.
I don't care.
I want that swine for what he did to Ryan,
and I'll have him.
Well, basically, Mr. Foxcott,
the son's a courgette.
Mum wants to go after the
driver for attempted.
Her own solicitor's of the opinion
she hasn't got a cat in hell's.
- What have you told them?
- I've told them there's a problem with dates.
You're going to be tied up on a
nice little fraud at Guildford.
Ah.
To be honest, I'd peg Sunderland
as a bit of a lost cause.
Yeah.
Yes, Mr. Kavanagh, what can I do you for?
I don't think you can put
all the blame on Matt.
Oh, no. No. Doubtless,
it's all society's fault.
And his deprived background, of course.
We can do without the
first-year psychology, Kate.
You don't get it, do you?
If you don't want to make time
for each other, fine.
You'd rather be at your charity meeting
than Matt's race.
How dare you speak to me like that!
You think more of other people's
kids than you do of your own.
Don't speak to your mother like that.
KAVANAGH:
As things stand, you don? have a case.
You brought us all the way down here
to tell us that?
He was trying to kill Ryan.
- He ran him down.
- That West ran your son down isn't disputed.
What would be the devil to prove
is that he meant to.
And that his intent in so doing
was to kill your son.
Given the findings of the Accident Investigation
Unit, the police will be hard pushed to...
The police? They're not going to do
anything, are they? He was one of them.
What about what Wrigley had to say?
Mr. Wrigley's account is uncorroborated.
Mr. West's account of events is corroborated
by his passenger Mr. Parks, who was dazed...
So they'll believe them, who's got
an interest in it not going ahead,
but ignore a man who's
nothing to do with it?
I sympathise...
I don't want your sympathy, Mr. Kavanagh.
I want you to take the case.
I want you to stand up
and speak for someone as can't.
Mr.s Jarvis, at the end of the day,
if that's what you want,
then under the barristers' code of
conduct, I am bound to accept.
But my view is that you do not have
sufficient evidence to proceed.
And I most strongly you
advise against doing so.
What if I got more evidence?
Well, if it was persuasive enough, then,
yes, we might have a chance. Otherwise...
Otherwise Ray West as good as kills my son
and gets away with it.
Excuse me. Can you tell me where Ryan
Jarvis is? I think he's in intensive care.
- Oh, yes. That's E4 just there.
- All right, thanks.
(Life-support machine beeps)
Two pints of bitter
and a Dubonnet and lemonade.
Please.
You come in here.
You! I don't know how
you can show your face!
I just want a drink, all right?
I don't want any trouble.
It's done with, OK?
MAN: What's going on, eh?
- Sling him out, Frank.
You think you got away with it, don't you?
Well, you've not, I'm telling you.
- It was an accident!
- All right. What were you drinking?
- Bitter.
- You're not serving him?
What am I supposed to do?
You can't have that, Frank. Look at us.
Pity she weren't with him.
What are you looking at, eh?
Keep this out.
FRANK: All right. You'll get your drinks.
On the house.
Are you all right?
I just wanted to say I was sorry...
about Ryan.
I liked him.
He bought us a drink a couple of times.
Aye, I liked him.
He shouldn't have done that - West.
He shouldn't have done that.
Oh, him. He's a hero, he is.
It was an accident, Malcolm.
Haven't you heard?
That wasn't an accident.
Not up on the pavement. I...
That was no accident.
What?
Oh, nothing.
What do you mean, Malcolm,
it wasn't an accident?
He did it on purpose.
He went up onto the pavement after him,
on purpose.
The pavement?
No-one said anything about that.
How do you know?
No, Jackie.
I'm not wanting to get involved in this.
Have you got a statement from this man?
No.
Well, that doesn't exactly fill me with confidence.
Why didn't he come forward in the first place?
He didn't want to get
involved with the police.
I see. But now he does.
No. He doesn't want to, but he will.
Do we have any guarantee
that he'll turn up on the day?
He said he will.
He's got a bit of previous. I wouldn't
like to say he'll show for definite.
Assuming he does,
is there any reason to think
that his version of what happened
would be anything other than the truth?
CARNFORTH: He has a drink problem.
JACKIE: He knows what he saw.
West put his foot down
and went out of his way to hit Ryan.
Look, you said if I found more evidence,
someone who'd seen something,
you'd probably go ahead.
Well, I've found someone.
- Are you now saying that's not enough?
- No.
Is it the money?
I've £700 from Ryan's car. I can put that down
and pay you the rest when I've sold the house.
Mr.s Jarvis, to get a
conviction against West,
we must prove beyond a reasonable doubt
that he intended to murder Ryan.
The law won't accept a
balance of probability.
51 per cent won't do it.
- Even with Gibson?
- Our chances are negligible.
That's better odds than West gave Ryan.
We have just about enough to begin the
case, but nowhere near what we need.
Now, it is my firm advice
that you should not proceed. You will lose.
Lose what?
Everything I had was in Ryan.
Money? A house? What's that?
It doesn't matter how old
they are, Mr. Kavanagh.
You don't stop loving
and you don't let them down.
I've never asked anyone for anything,
but I need your help.
Will you help us, please?
WEST: Bitch!
What?
- The bitch!
- Well, what is it?
She's only taking us to court.
What?
I'm charged with attempted murder.
Who brought you these?
(Knock on door)
Jarvis v West, sir. A
matter of fee outstanding.
Pro Bono, Tom.
Pro Bono? We're not Oxfam, sir.
For England, Harry and St George.
In other words, bugger all.
- Of which you are on for five per cent.
All right? (Phone rings)
Kavanagh. Yeah, he's here.
He what?
Chap wants to know if it's 15 pints
of whipped cream for tonight or 20?
I'll take that in my office.
I'm not a happy man, sir.
No, we are... We are... We are very sorry
to be saying goodbye to Chas.
Very sorry.
A prick... Ha ha ha!
A prince amongst senior clerks.
He will be sorely missed
by this select association of ours.
Naturally, we couldn't
let him go empty-handed.
So, Chas, my old mate, we clubbed together
and got you something to remember us by.
May I present to you...
the lovely...
lovely Tara!
(Cheering and whooping)
All right, love?
TOM: There you go, my old son.
Your just deserts.
He always said he wanted a bird
that could hold her liquor!
It's Miss Piper's case. She's gone
part heard. It's just a Magistrates'.
But an ABH. I want a word with Jules.
You all right, Tom? You look a bit rough.
You want Vernon Street Mags,
is what you want. Yeah?
Believe me, Miss Wilson, you'll be fine.
Alex! Just the girl.
- Have you finished my copying for me?
- Not yet, no.
- You won't learn that way.
- I know how to use a copier!
- Where are you off to?
- Vernon Street Mags. The Farrell wounding.
Anything I should bear in mind,
or steer clear of, or anything?
Advice? Oh, right. Well, let me think.
I remember something
my old pupil master said to me...
Jeremy, I'm a little late.
It's stuck with me over the years.
He said, "Jeremy..." No, he didn't.
No. What did he say?
Oh, yes. Yes, I remember.
"When it's coming up tea,
and you're bowling from the Surrey end...
always save the yorker till last."
Bloody marvellous.
Lord of Appeal in Ordinary now, of course.
Leg glance.
We know she's late. We
can bleeding see that!
ALEX". Mr. Caufley!
Oh, you are joking!
What's this?
Where's the other bird? The white one.
She's here.
You're late.
- I'm so sorry.
- Right.
Let's go. It's already been put back once.
- Yes, of course. Could I just ask...
- No. We're on, all right? We're on!
- Jeremy.
- James.
By the way, how is Alex shaping up?
Oh. Well, she's really very nice.
I'm not sure she's River Court material.
I've asked her a dozen
times to Photostat things.
- She always forgets.
- Capital offence.
She's my pupil, James.
Yes, Jeremy. Your pupil... not your slave.
Well, cheers.
Perhaps they'll show leniency with the...
with the sentence.
When I come back here,
they'll probably stick on an extra six
bleeding months cos you were such a dozy cow!
- Naturally, you're a little upset by the verdict.
- Upset?
- We'll talk again when you're calmer.
- Don't hold your breath.
Goodbye, Mr. Cautley, Mr. Farrell.
Oh, shit.
♪ Mellow groove
Alex.
How were the Bow Street Mags?
- Vernon Street.
- Whatever.
I didn't blind them with science.
I didn't argue with the boys in blue.
And I lost, horribly.
Oh, well, never mind.
As long as you gave it your best shot.
I don't know if I can do this.
I really don't.
Another day like today
and I don't know what I'll do.
Alex.
Come on. Don't take it to heart.
We can't have you down in the dumps.
- I'll buy a bottle of wine. Tell me all about it.
- No, I mustn't.
It'll do you good. You're a big grown-up
girl. Come on, bring your drink.
Come on.
- You're going to lose?
- Yep.
Then, why?
It's not as if you had something to prove.
Because her son's in a coma.
Because she hired me.
Because...
she wouldn't take no for an answer.
Who'd marry an idealist?
- They made me feel that big.
- Don't be frightened by the Mags.
They're middle-class morons to a man.
It's a pity I wasn't there to protect you.
- Protect me?
- I feel protective about you. You're my pupil.
I've got to take you under my wing,
teach you things.
- Jeremy...
- You have beautiful skin.
- Jeremy!
- What are you doing? Where are you going?
- Look, I've got to go, Jeremy.
- What? What are you doing?
- This is too much. I can't handle this.
- Wha... What...
Alex.
Matt, I'll be away for a few days.
Make sure you behave for your mum
while I'm gone.
Out of sight, out of mind, eh?
REPORTER: Jackie, just a couple of questions,
thank you. Just one quote, please.
CLERK". Raymond Philip West, you are
charged that on Thursday 4th March last,
you attempted to murder Ryan Jarvis,
contrary to Section One
of the Criminal Attempts Act 1981.
How do you plead? Are you
guilty or not guilty?
Not guilty.
- But it wasn't my fault, Tom.
- Sure.
Cautley doesn't want you
to represent his client during sentencing.
- Why?
- It's their prerogative.
- It was unwinnable.
- Yeah.
It was!
Look, I'm just letting you know
what the situation is. All right?
- What denomination?
- C of E.
Take the Bible in your right hand
and read the words on the card aloud.
I swear by Almighty God...
that the evidence I shall give shall be the
truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Thank you.
JUDGE: Yes, Mr. Kavanagh?
Will you state your name?
- Stanley Wrigley.
- Where do you live, Mr. Wrigley?
15 Mancroft Rd, Collenshaw Park Estate,
Sunderland.
I'd ask you, if you will, to cast your mind back
to the night of Thursday 4th March this year.
How did you spend that evening?
I had my tea.
Listened to the radiogram till bedtime.
Then I went to put the cat out.
- What time was that?
- About 10:15.
What did you see
when you came to your door?
I saw him run the lad over.
Go back a little.
Can you describe what you saw and heard, say,
just before you reached your front door?
As I got to the door, I
heard a car going fast.
You heard a car going fast.
Aye. So I come out into the garden
and looked to see what was going on.
And I saw this car coming up the street
towards us,
- which is when I saw the lad running away.
- Yes.
In your opinion, was this the same car that
you'd heard prior to opening your door?
No doubt in my mind. It was the same.
How did you reach that conclusion?
Well, I knew the car was coming closer,
cos I could hear the engine getting louder.
- There was no other car in the street.
- What happened then, Mr. Wrigley?
The lad was on the pavement,
running, like, away from the car.
Then the lad ran out from the pavement across
the street, going for the alleyway, I suppose,
and the car had him, bang.
KAVANAGH: The car hit Mr. Jarvis. Yes.
What measures did the car take
to avoid that collision with Mr. Jarvis?
To avoid? You mean, like swerving
or slowing down? None.
Nothing at all. I've
said, it was deliberate.
He swung out after him
and put his foot down.
How do you mean, “put his foot down“?
He speeded up, when the
lad ran into the street.
How could you tell he speeded up?
The engine got louder. He hit the lad
full-on and he went o'er the top.
What happened, then, Mr. Wrigley?
The car stewed to a stop,
then there were quiet.
I could see the lad lying in the road.
Then he got out of the car
and walked back to the lad.
How many people were in the car?
I couldn't see no-one else.
He was on his own.
He was on his own.
Mr. Wrigley, in your estimation, how far were
you from the exact scene of the incident?
Thirty-odd yards, maybe.
90 feet.
If we called evidence showing
a proper measurement of the distance
that demonstrated it was almost 90 yards,
87 to be more precise,
would that surprise you?
Aye.
Well, yes, I suppose.
But I know what I saw.
You know what you saw.
Very well. Now, you say the car was going fast
when it came into contact with Mr. Jarvis?
Aye. When he put his foot down,
he must have hit him around 50-ish.
Really. What does 50-ish look like?
I know what fast is.
Is that an opinion based upon
your own personal driving experience?
- No.
- It's not?
But you do drive a car?
No.
I see.
Have you ever driven a car?
No.
Then how did you arrive
at the figure of 50mph?
It was...
I was guessing.
Yes, well, you've also said that the car
was accelerating when it hit Mr. Jarvis.
Was that a guess?
No. Any silly bugger can tell when a car's going
faster. The engine gets louder, doesn't it?
Louder
Yes.
A moment ago, Prosecuting Counsel asked you
how you could tell the car you heard was the
same car you saw when you opened your door.
Can you recall your reply?
Not offhand.
All right. Well, let me help you.
Counsel asked you, how were you
able to tell it was getting nearer?
To which you replied,
"Well, from the noise."
You remember that?
- Yes.
- Yes.
What you've just described as acceleration...
could simply be the same effect, couldn't it?
What effect?
Well, with the vehicle coming closer to you, the
engine would have sounded louder, wouldn't it?
I...
Yes, I suppose it would have done.
Yes. 80 the car wasn't necessarily
going faster at all, was it?
No.
DEFENCE COUNSELING.
And if the car wasn't going faster,
Mr. West wasn't accelerating, was he?
- Mr. Wrigley?
- No.
- No.
- But he was going fast.
Mr. Wrigley, I have here the report of the
police's Accident Investigation Unit.
If I told you their findings,
which are not in any way in dispute,
were that Mr. West's car
was travelling at a maximum...
a maximum of 28mph,
- would that surprise you?
- Yes, it would.
When you read the oath, you wore glasses.
- That's right, isn't it?
- Yes.
Yes. Were you wearing them when you
witnessed the incident you described?
No.
No.
Mr. Wrigley...
you said that, after the incident,
Mr. West got out of the car, and went
across to where Mr. Jarvis was lying.
- What did you do?
- I come out the gate after him, after West, like.
I thought he was going to run off.
And did he make any effort at
all to do that? To run off?
No.
No.
What did he do, Mr. Wrigley?
He told us to go and call for an ambulance.
He told you to can for an ambulance.
W". __Raymond West, ex-policeman accused
of running down teenager Ryan Jarvis.
Three across. Five letters.
"Able to stand on all fours after tea."
Blank, blank, B, blank, E.
What do you reckon?
Table, isn't it? Oh, they
must think we're daft.
And you... You're no bloody help.
Your Aunty Barbara called round.
Asked after you.
Never asked after you
when you were at home, mind.
I bought you one of them ice creams
you like.
It's in the freezer for when you're better.
What's this, then?
You're rocking the boat, Malcolm.
You're making trouble for a mate of ours.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You lying bastard!
You go to court against Ray West
and we'll kill you. You got it, Malcolm?
And you call yourselves the good guys?
That's right. And you are not one of us.
You keep away from court, you hear,
you soft shite?
Yeah. I'll not say anything.
I promise. I won't go.
Argh!
(Malcolm cries out)
(Thud of punch)
- Argh! Argh!
- He promised he'd be here.
- I hate to say I told you so...
- Then don't. What you can do is find him.
- There's only the coppers and medics up first.
Let me worry about them.
What you've got to do is find Gibson
and bring him here.
I'll come with you.
I know most of the places he hangs out at.
- If we can't find him?
- Then we're finished. Go! Go on.
I arrived a few moments
ahead of the ambulance
and approximately ten minutes
after the incident.
I found Mr. West and Mr. Parks
standing by the injured boy.
As I got out of my vehicle
to come across to them,
the ambulance pulled up
and the paramedics ran over to the tad.
In those few moments
before the ambulance pulled up,
what opinion did you form
as to Mr. Jarvis's condition?
He looked poorly.
He was very pale and still, Your Honour.
How did his breathing seem to you?
He appeared to be having
difficulty breathing.
More than that, I cannot say, Your Honour,
as the paramedics took over.
Yes. And what did you do then?
I began to take an initial statement
from Mr. West, Your Honour.
And how did Mr. West appear to you
in his demeanour?
He was evidently very distressed,
Your Honour, and in great shock.
- And Mr. Parks?
- He was in a similar, if not worse, condition.
He was shaking like a leaf and ended up being
physically sick on the pavement, Your Honour.
Thank you.
It's a very difficult case, Peter, you see.
There's this erm...
Well, there's this lecturer at LSE...
and it appears
he might have overstepped the mark
- with one of his students.
- Fingers in the honey pot.
No, no. No, no.
No, nothing as bad as that, of course.
But erm, you know... I... He erm...
You know, it appears he thought
there might have been something on offer.
- You see, and he er...
- He's misread the water.
Yes. You see, yes. You
see, that's it exactly.
See, he's done nothing oven, you know,
but it appears she might have got hold
of the wrong end of the...
You know how these things happen.
Yes. What does the girl say?
Is she making things difficult for him?
Well, you know, from my understanding
is that they haven't actually discussed
the erm... the, you know, the incident.
Well, my advice would
be to grasp the nettle.
She wants good grades, I take it?
If I were him, I'd apologise, make it clear
she'd no interest in making things unpleasant,
tell her to forget the whole thing
and hope that I had the good sense not to do
anything so bloody juvenile and witless again.
Wouldn't you?
The point of impact appeared to be just
to the offside of the front bumper.
The windscreen was shattered
and there was a dent in the driver's door,
which was caused in all likelihood
by Jarvis's feet coming down over his head
and hitting the door panel on descent.
From your examination of the scene,
what were you able to discover about
when Mr. West had applied the brakes?
Nothing at all. It had been raining heavily
all evening and the roads were awash.
Ordinarily, we would be able to gauge when
the brakes were applied by the skid marks.
The weather made that impossible.
So, Sergeant,
you can't say with any degree of certainty
whether Mr. West applied the brakes
before or after collision?
Exactly so, Your Honour.
Sergeant Redbridge...
I understand you knew Raymond West
before that evening. Is that right?
Yes, Your Honour. We served together
for 14 months at Clover Road Police Station
until his accident.
He was a police constable.
That's right, isn't it?
He was, Your Honour.
And received several Commendations.
- This is a man as saved lives, not took 'em.
- Yes. All right. Thank you.
Now, as I understand,
he was one of a select number of officers at Clover
Road with a specialist skill. is that right?
He was an Area Car Driver
and as such, his standard of driving
had to be very high, indeed.
I'm sure if there was any way he could
have avoided Mr. Jarvis, he would have.
No, no, no.
Members of the jury, you will
disregard the sergeant's last remark.
He wasn't in the vehicle in question.
He's indulging in wild surmise.
Really, Sergeant,
you ought to know better than that.
I apologise, Your Honour.
Whatever it is I did,
or you think I did, I apologise.
Unreservedly. I can only assume
you misread the situation.
I mean, I assure you,
my intentions were strictly honourable.
You put your hand up my skin, Jeremy.
Inadvertently.
How can you inadvertently
put your hand up someone's skin?
Easily, very easily. It was an accident.
- It happened all the time at school.
- An accident?
I put my hand on your knee in a fatherly and
comforting son of way because you were upset.
But your skin,
it had ridden a fraction up your... up.
And I was a bit wide of the mark.
Isn't that what happened?
No, it isn't. And you know it.
I was down after Vernon Street
and you tried to take advantage.
I'm meant to be able to trust you.
You're my pupil master, for God's sake!
Well, yes, true. But I've apologised.
So?
Come on, play the game, Alex.
Let's put this in perspective, shall we?
You're on the bottom-most rung
of your profession, but it's up to you.
Ms Atkins, we've heard from Miss McGiven,
the ambulance technician,
that they were on scene no later
than ten minutes after the incident.
Yes. It would have been during
those ten minutes
that Ryan sustained the injuries
which brought about his present condition.
With his airway obstructed by his tongue,
oxygen could not reach his brain
and it began to die.
It Mr. Jarvis had received
more immediate attention,
in your opinion as a consultant, how would
that have affected his chances of recovery?
If someone at the scene had been able to clear
the obstruction in the first minute or two,
there is every chance he would have made
a full and complete recovery.
At present, Ryan is breathing by himself
and his heart is beating.
But... the cerebral cortex...
that part of the brain that deals with
thought, senses, communication, the mind,
the things that make us what we are,
that make us human...
that has been destroyed.
KAVANAGH:
And how long will he be in that condition?
Until he dies.
There is no possibility
that he will ever recover.
DEFENCE COUNSEL: No questions.
Doctor!
I wonder if I might have
a word about our Ryan?
What you said in court.
I'm going to have to face it, aren't I?
I'm going to have to
decide what's to be done.
I won't lie to you, Mr.s Jarvis.
I'm sorry to say that, sooner or later,
you will, yes.
But not immediately.
Take your time. Think things over.
You know where I am, if you need me.
I've got every available
person looking for him.
If we don't find Gibson before tomorrow,
you know Pendle will submit
there's no case to answer.
- Will he get it?
- As things stand, yes, we'll be out on our ear.
Mr. Kavanagh?
Yes?
I hear you've been looking for me.
Ahem.
(Sighs)
There are two Rs in Norris.
Yes, Mr. Kavanagh?
May it please Your Honour, I'll call
my next witness. Call Malcolm Gibson.
CLERK". Malcolm Gibson!
(Murmurs of discontent)
JUDGE: Quiet, please. Quiet.
Can I... Can we have
silence in court, please?
Silence, please.
If there's any disturbance,
the gallery will be cleared.
Swear or affirm?
I affirm that the evidence I give
shall be the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
What did you see on Mancroft Road
that evening?
What did I see?
Well...
I saw a good, a decent lad, who never did any
harm, hunted down and killed like an animal.
- Your Honour.
- Yes, Mr. Pendle.
You must confine yourself
to facts, Mr. Gibson.
Ryan Jarvis is not dead.
Well, he is to me.
The Ryan I knew is dead.
Could you tell us, please, as plainly
as you can, what you saw happen.
Well, the first thing I saw was Ryan.
He was about 30 yards ahead of me.
I saw him crossing the road
onto the same side as me.
Then I saw West's car
skid into Mancroft Road.
How do you know it was West's car?
Because he had a light on the roof.
An orange light,
like they have on breakdown trucks.
And Ryan was running.
God, could he run.
He should have been running for medals,
not his life.
But West couldn't get at him.
Ryan was running along behind parked cars.
But then there was a gap in the cars.
There were houses with garages.
And I knew then.
West drove onto the pavement
right up behind him.
Maybe he thought he could make it to the
other side of the road, I don't know.
Anyway, Ryan ran out.
West accelerated, swung off the pavement,
and took Ryan dead bang centre of the car.
What happened then?
West stopped the car, got out.
Who else got out of the car?
Nobody. He was on his own.
Mr. Gibson, this incident
happened on 4th March this year.
- That's right, isn't it?
- Yes.
And I have here a statement you made to the
prosecutor's solicitor, dated 19th June.
Is that right?
Yes.
So, for three months, you
did absolutely nothing.
Is that right?
Yes, but...
- Is that right? Yes or no?
- Yes.
Yes. So you saw a young man you claim to
like, injured in a road traffic accident,
and you did nothing.
Yes.
And you didn't wait for the police
to tell them what you'd seen?
No.
And you expect the jury to believe
what you're saying now?
Yes!
There was nothing I could do!
I was shocked.
I needed a drink.
How long have you known Mr. West, Mr. Gibson?
- About two years.
- How do you know him?
From off the estate.
He's the leader of the... the Pals.
That's what the vigilantes call themselves.
That's not absolutely true, is it?
Your acquaintance with Mr. West goes back
considerably more than two years, doesn't it?
In fact, it's more like
six years, isn't it?
Could be.
Mr. Gibson, will you please tell the court
how you first met Raymond West?
He arrested me, when he was a copper.
He arrested you. What for?
For drink-driving.
For drink-driving, with
which you were charged.
I pleaded guilty.
Yes. And you were fined
and banned from driving for a year.
- That's right, isn't it?
- Yes.
What was your occupation then?
I was sales rep for Jennings Toys.
And did you lose your job
as a result of the driving ban?
Yes.
Were you married at the time, Mr. Gibson?
Yes.
Do you want the whole...
I started drinking. I carried on drinking.
I lost the house. She left me.
Took the kids. All right?
So, as a result of Mr. West arresting you,
you lost your job, your home, your wife...
and your children.
Is that right?
No. I lost it through drinking and driving.
He just did his job.
- You weren't on Mancroft Road at all.
- Yes...
So you didn't see the second man
get out of Mr. West's car.
- No!
- You didn't come forward earlier
because you were not there!
No!
I didn't report it
because I was scared of the larruping
I would get off West's goons
if they heard about it.
Mr. Gibson, I suggest you concocted this whole
story in order to take your revenge on Mr. West.
- It's a complete untruth_
- Untruth?
Is that an untruth? Eh?
Or that?
Or underneath - four cracked ribs?
Mr. Gibson...
Is that a fabrication?
JUDGE: Mr. Gibson... - Or did I get
it from the just-so moral majority,
as a warning against turning up here?
I don't suppose you reported that either.
You bastard!
JUDGE: I will not tolerate this behaviour.
- Mr. Kavanagh, do you wish to re-examine?
- Thank you, no, Your Honour.
Officer, will you escort
the witness out, please?
The Collenshaw Park Pals.
God save the Mark, eh?
They're here, you know.
They're among you!
You can tell them
by the grazes on their knuckles!
- And the smell of paraffin!
- Your Honour,
that concludes the case
for the prosecution.
JUDGE: Yes.
Your Honour, I would like to raise a matter
with you that need not trouble the jury.
Members of the jury, counsel for the defence
wishes to address me on a legal matter.
I don't think it's necessary
for you to remain in court,
so you can take a short break.
Your Honour, I wish to submit
that there is no case to answer.
What is going on with you, Matt?
What am I supposed
to tell your father when he rings'?
Tell him what you like. He doesn't care.
Of course he does. We both do.
We're worried sick about you.
- You've got a funny way of showing it.
- What do you mean?
I won the swimming semis last month.
I didn't see you there.
Well, you know I was tied up.
It was important to me, Mum. To me.
Dad could've been there.
Well, we'll be there next time.
No.
I'm out of the final.
Norris has suspended me...
for what I wrote.
He could have given you an essay
or detention or something else.
I think it's cos I spelt his name wrong.
What are you doing?
Sshh.
Mr. Norris, please.
Let me see if I've got it straight.
Your pupillage is nearly over.
Buckley's down on you
cos you cook up a case.
Last, but by no means least, Mr. Touchy-Feely
of River Court puts his hands up your frock.
What am I going to do?
Stop snivelling, pull yourself up by your boot
strings and start behaving like a barrister.
- (Laughs)
- You think you can help?
There's not a male-dominated edifice
yet built in England can hold Julia Piper.
We fight on! We fight to win!
As for Mr. Gibson,
his evidence is wholly undermined
by the fact that he did not report
what he saw to the police.
Both he and Mr. Wrigley
are wholly unreliable witnesses.
Without them,
the prosecution has no foundation.
I submit there is no case to answer.
Regardless of the manner
in which it was given,
there is clear evidence
that the offence was committed
and that evidence cannot
be said to be tenuous.
Most importantly, there is the evidence
that the car accelerated.
That is a matter
that should be put before the jury
and they could conclude
that the defendant was guilty.
On balance, I am satisfied
that there is a case to answer.
The application is refused.
We shall proceed at 10:30 tomorrow morning.
I'm going to have to have
you turned off, pet...
when it's over.
Save on the electric.
And I've decided to let them have
what bits of you they can use.
You'll be recycled.
Environmentally friendly to the last, eh?
How's about that?
LISA: Fm sorry. I didn't
think anyone was here.
I wondered who was bringing him flowers.
You come every day? What for?
To see him.
I know to see him. But what for?
I don't know how you people sleep.
And you.
You let him put his hands on you.
- Us on your back for him.
- No.
Have him inside you?
- Stop it.
- A murderer.
And you think bringing
flowers makes it all right?
Get out before I have you thrown out.
(Phone rings)
Hello?
It's me.
How's it going?
Well, my star witness
was forcibly removed from court.
I escaped no case to answer
by the skin of my teeth.
And come tomorrow, I've got to crack three
cast-iron stories. No, it's going great.
How are things your end?
Oh, good.
Kids OK'?
Yeah.
Yes. We're all fine.
Now, I understand from Buckley
there's some problem with Cautley.
Mm-hm. The Farrell case. There's no way that
Alex should have been passed that brief.
If Buckley hadn't clocked in with the mother and
father of all hangovers, he'd have realised
- the case was unwinnable_ - Possibly.
It's a matter of opinion, surely?
Yes. My opinion.
It was my case originally, don't forget.
Alex was dropped right in the bloody
deep end, Peter. It really won't do.
If River Court didn't have such a
reputation for fairness and equality,
I'd say someone had gone out of their way
to damage her prospects.
But why? Who'd do such a thing?
There are those who'd rather see
fewer women in Chambers.
I hope you don't mean me.
I'm all for seeing more women in Chambers.
You're all for seeing
more women, full stop.
So... what do you propose?
It's not for me to propose anything.
I merely bring it to your notice in the
certain knowledge that, as Head of Chambers,
you'll ensure Alex's tenancy
is judged purely on merit.
The Collenshaw Park Pals Community
Defence Association was formed
in response to a growing crime problem
on the estate.
Yeah. And how would you
describe yourselves?
Just a few like-minded individuals
who decided enough was enough.
To be frank, we looked on it as a natural
extension of the Neighbourhood Watch scheme.
- Can anyone join?
- Uh-huh_
As long as they're responsible blokes,
like, as wouldn't do anything daft.
The motto is: don't go it alone.
Our patrolmen are trained to call
for assistance from any available Pal,
as indeed I did on the night...
How did you come to leave
the police, Mr. West?
I was invalided out after being hurt
in the line of duty.
Twockers___er, joyriders, Your Honour -
rammed the vehicle I was in off the road.
Who was driving?
A colleague. He lost his life.
And how seriously were you injured?
I was in hospital for 19 weeks.
My legs still tend to seize up in cold weather on
account of all the metal holding them together.
I was conducting my usual patrol, when a report
came over the radio there'd been a break-in.
A young man had been spotted
running from the scene.
I went round there, spoke to the victim,
made sure she was all right,
and waited till the police turned up.
And what happened then?
I drove round for about another half-hour
till I saw Ryan.
How did you know that it was Ryan Jarvis?
I knew Ryan from round the estate
and from when I was in the police.
He's a lad who... who's
been in trouble a lot.
So I approached him, said I wanted a word,
and he ran off.
I arranged to pick up Mr.
Parks, which I did...
and we drove round looking for Ryan
till we found him.
Ryan ran out in the road,
right in front of us.
I slammed on the brakes...
but I hit the lad.
So you hit Ryan.
Then what happened?
Well, I'd hit the brakes that hard,
Don had been thrown forward
and was slumped in his seat.
I'd caught my head on the wheel.
So I got out and I was dazed, obviously,
and shocked.
And I came across to Ryan...
and I could see his leg was broke and...
By the sound of his breathing...
I knew he was bad.
I didn't want to move him,
in case I made things worse.
And then Don come across from the car
and then the police arrived.
How would you explain the evidence
of Mr. Gibson,
who claims you mounted the pavement
after Mr. Jarvis?
Gibson would say owt he thought
would do us legs, like.
I'd do anything to turn the clock back,
believe me.
I'd rather he'd got away
than what happened.
Mr. West, wouldn't it have made more sense
to remain in pursuit of Mr. Jarvis,
rather than to go off
and fetch your colleague Mr. Parks?
I didn't feel confident I could tackle him
on my own. I wanted some backup.
Surely, Mr. Parks would have notified the police
of your location, while you kept Ryan in view?
That would have been one way.
So, why didn't you do that?
We always act in twos in the Pals. Then
there's a couple of us to give evidence.
Breaking off the pursuit
could have meant losing Jarvis altogether.
That's right, isn't it?
That's the risk we have to take.
We don't win 'em all, you know.
That's why you didn't break
off the pursuit, isn't it?
Mr. Kavanagh, I did just what I told you.
You were determined to catch Ryan Jarvis
by whatever means.
- That's right, isn'tit?
- No, sir. Not by whatever means, no.
And so you pursued him into Mancroft Road.
I followed him, yes.
Only you still couldn't get to him
because he was shielded by parked cars.
I wasn't trying to get to him.
I was trying to talk...
You were angry. It was the
only way to stop him.
No, sir.
- He ran out and you had your chance.
- No, sir.
You deliberately ran him down.
- That's the truth, isn'tit?
- No, sir.
You er... You did some first
aid in the force, didn't you?
Yes, sir.
Well, why didn't you attempt
to clear Ryan Jarvis's airway?
Sir, you may be right,
I probably should have.
But I'd just been the driver
in a major traffic accident.
I was in no state
to make any diagnosis of anything.
I left the pub about quarter to ten
and I was indoors by ten.
What happened when you got home?
Well, my dad was on the radio, like,
and a message came over from Ray.
And what did Mr. West say?
He said he was chasing the burglar
and he wanted help.
What happened then?
My dad went off to join Ray.
Thank you, Miss Parks.
Miss Parks, you left the pub
with Ryan Jarvis, didn't you?
We left at the same time, yeah.
- Why was that?
- He'd offered to walk us back.
And did Ryan walk you home?
Miss Parks?
- No.
- Why not?
I just didn't think I should let him.
He's...
He'd a bad reputation.
I see.
Was that the only reason
you didn't let him walk you home?
How do you mean?
Well, you already had a
boyfriend, didn't you?
- Yeah.
- Who is your boyfriend, Miss Parks?
Ray... Mr. West.
Yes.
And Mr. West didn't like
Ryan Jarvis, did he'?
He didn't not like him.
Come, Miss Parks. He thought he
was a troublemaker, didn't he?
- Yes, but...
- He disliked him intensely! It's the truth, isn'tit?
Not to do anything like what he's here for.
Then there was some dislike?
A bit.
A bit. So you knew that Mr. West
wouldn't like you walking home with Ryan.
Yeah.
So you left Ryan at the pub, is that right?
I don't know where he went. I went home.
And when you arrived home,
you heard Mr. West on the radio tell your father
he was chasing a burglar. Is that right?
- Yes.
- Did he identify who he was chasing by name?
No.
He didn't say,
"I'm chasing a burglar. It's Ryan Jarvis."
No.
Neither you nor your father knew
who Mr. West was chasing?
No. We only found out later.
- Found out what?
- That it was Ryan.
- And what do you mean when you say "later"?
- After the accident.
- How did you find out?
- My dad said when he got home.
I see.
- Who else was there when you were told?
- No-one. Just me.
You said "we", Miss Parks.
“We only found out later.“
Sorry. I meant me.
Your father was with you when Mr.
West radioed he'd knocked Ryan down.
- That's why you said "we".
- No.
Your father didn't leave the house
until after the incident, did he?
He left when Ray said
he was chasing a burglar.
Mr. West first saw Ryan in Kershaw Street,
didn't he?
- Yes.
- Yes.
That's very close to Bloemfontein Road,
where the burglary took place, isn't it?
It's the next road up.
That's why Mr. West was suspicious of Ryan.
Miss Parks, the street on which you live
runs parallel to Bloemfontein, doesn't it?
Yes.
So when Mr. West found Ryan Jarvis, he was
only two streets away from your house.
Is that right?
- Miss Parks?
- Yes.
He could just as easily have been coming
back from your place, couldn't he?
I suppose.
It needn't have been from Bloemfontein.
No.
No.
Ryan walked you home that night, didn't he?
No. I've told you.
Miss Parks...
As I understand, you've been visiting Ryan
in hospital... on a fairly regular basis.
- Miss Parks?
- I've been once or twice.
- It's more than that, isn't it?
- A few times, maybe.
Does Mr. West know you've
been visiting Ryan?
- No.
- No.
You thought it best to keep that from him,
didn’t you?
- With things as they are...
- Yes.
With things as they are,
why should you regularly visit Ryan?
I dunno. I just...
You were visiting Ryan Jarvis
because he's on your conscience, isn't he?
No.
H' he hadn't walked you home that night,
he wouldn’t have been on Kershaw Street,
and if he hadn't been on Kershaw Street,
- Mr. West wouldn't have seen him, would he?
- I dunno!
If he hadn't walked you home, he would not now
be in a hospital being kept alive by machines!
That's the truth, isn't it, Miss Parks?
Mr. West ran Ryan over because he was angry
that Ryan had walked you home. That's it!
- No!
- He was jealous, wasn't he?
No! He couldn't! He never saw Ry...
He never saw Ryan walking you home?
No.
Then Ryan did walk you home...
__didn't he?
Yeah.
Mr. West would have been angry, if he'd found
out Ryan had walked you home, wouldn't he?
Yeah.
And your father. How did he feel
about Ryan walking you home?
Said he didn't want me seeing him again.
- That must have been before he was run over.
- Yeah. Er, no...
There'd be little point in telling you after
Ryan had been knocked down, would there?
- No.
- No.
So he said that to you
before he set out to meet Mr. West?
- Is that right?
- When I got home, yeah.
When your father left, he knew that you had
spent part of the evening with Ryan at the pub.
- Is that right?
- Yes.
Then he also knew that Ryan couldn't have
committed the burglary. That's right, isn't it?
- I guess.
- Then what you are saying, Miss Parks,
is that your father pursued a man
he knew to be innocent of any crime.
No.
A pursuit that led to Ryan being run over.
He didn't know the burglar
they were chasing was Ryan.
If he didn't know who they were chasing,
he wouldn't be much help on the hunt!
I don't think Ray told him it was Ryan.
- He knew Ryan by sight, didn't he?
- Yes, but...
Well, if he was in the car with Mr. West,
he'd have seen Ryan and recognised him.
No! He didn't know that it was Ryan!
Your father didn't know
that Mr. West was chasing Ryan Jarvis?
Yes. No! He...
How could he not know
if he was in the car with Mr. West?
Because he wasn't!
He wasn't what?
He wasn't there...
__in the car.
Mr. West was alone?
Yeah.
Dad didn't know anything
about it being Ryan... not until after.
Until after he was run over?
Yeah.
I see.
How did you find out?
Ray radioed through,
asked Dad to go and meet him.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
So your father was at home with you
when Mr. West ran Ryan Jarvis down?
Is that right?
Yeah.
And you and your father have been covering
for Mr. West ever since.
No, not covering, just...
Cos it was still an accident. Ray said.
It's just that he said no-one would
believe him, if he was by himself.
He never meant to hit him.
What could we do?
We were just trying to help.
You were just trying to help.
Yeah.
So you lied for Mr. West?
Yes, I lied for him. And
I'd do the same again.
Ray's a good bloke. He's one of us.
You can't have a man like that go to jail.
You don't know what it was like
before Ray started the Pals.
So, the pair of you stood over Ryan,
as he was fighting for his life,
and discussed
how you were going to deceive the police.
Deceive the police? And I suppose
his lot doesn't do that, do they?
Your bail bandits and... The law's all
for them, isn't it? On their side.
But Ryan hadn't done anything, had he?
In the past, he had. And got away with it.
Mr. West appointed himself judge,
jury and executioner. is that right?
He did what he had to, what any man would
do. Otherwise they'd be laughing at you.
He's not laughing now, is he?
Are you saying
that Mr. West ran Ryan down deliberately?
That's what he said.
R's how you deal with scum like Jarvis.
Can you show me anyone here
as wouldn't have done the same?
JUDGE: Do you find the defendant
Raymond West guilty or not guilty?
FOREMAN: Guilty.
Which brings us to Miss Wilson's tenancy.
Now, of course, I'm willing to be guided.
I know Julia's keen.
(Knock on door)
James!
Oh, I didn't think you were coming in.
I never miss a vote, Peter.
As I was saying, I know Julia's keen,
but I think I'd like Jeremy's input.
- Well...
- Yes, Jeremy.
After all, she's been under your wing.
From all I hear, you two have been
getting on like a house on fire.
Alex, Peter would like to speak to you now.
Oh, yes. And Jeremy has booked a table for you
and Julia for lunch at Quaglinds. His treat.
That's right, isn't it, Jeremy?
Let that be a lesson to you. Next time
it'll cost you a lot more than a posh nosh.
It's ridiculous. This is blackmail.
Aha! The familiar refrain of the biter bit.
Just Alex and I for lunch?
Are you not joining us?
No. I've got a family.
Be nice to see 'em once in a while.
Happy trails!
Who was that masked man?
(Cheering)
LIZZIE: Come on, Matt!
- Matt!
- Come on, Matt! Come on!
(sobs)
(sobbing)
- Matt!
- Come on, Matt! Go on, son!
Come on, Matt! Come on, Matt!
(Cheering)
(Thunder rumbles)
♪ I'm too sexy for my love
♪ Too sexy for my love
♪ Love's going to leave me
(Karaoke backing music starts)
(Cheering)
HECKLER: Get off!
Your Ryan's going down a storm, Jack.
♪ I'm too sexy for my shin
♪ Too sexy for my shin
♪ 80 sexy it hurts
♪ And I'm too sexy for Milan
♪ Too sexy for Milan
♪ New York and Japan
Oh, he's got a nice arse.
Wouldn't mind getting my hands on that.
Aye, right, if you're looking for trouble.
He's a bad lad, eh, Lise?
Lisa!
Lancer to base. Copy.
RADIO: Base. Copy, copy.
What's it like out there?
Wet.
Keeping the bastards off
the streets at least.
Nothing on the main set?
No. There was a car pinched in
Rockwell Street about hatf-hour back.
Nothing down our way. Can it a night, man.
Early yet.
Bit like waiting to be called
at the clap clinic, isn't it?
I expect so.
Missus lumbered you the same, has she?
She's meant to be coming.
Mr. Kavanagh.
Do come this way.
Everything all right at home, is it?
I have to ask. Home life can be a factor.
No problems? Nothing Matt might
have been worrying about?
No. No, everything's fine.
Well, there it is, I'm afraid.
Careless work. Inattention.
A tendency to insolence.
I have discussed the situation
with Mr.s Kavanagh
Yes. Yes, of course.
Just how long has this been going on?
♪ And I learned how to get along
♪ So now you're back
♪ From outer space
♪ I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
♪ I should have changed that stupid lock
♪ I should have made you...
Your mate's copped off.
Looks like.
Buy you a drink?
Nah. I'm going in a bit.
- I'll walk thee.
- Oh, aye?
Well, if you want.
You best not. I'm seeing someone.
Right.
Top Estate's answer to Charles Bronson, eh?
Ray West is the vigilante.
An ex-cop cleaning up
the mean streets of Collenshaw Park.
He's not like that. He's
trying to do something.
How come he's not picking you up?
He's working.
Look, I just thought that... Well, it's
dark. You shouldn't... Muggers and that.
Well, you'd know.
I never robbed no-one.
I did cars. Look, I've done the stir.
I've done the programme. I've stopped.
I don't know why I'm explaining myself.
Cos you fancy us.
Yeah. But I'm not trying to pull you.
HECKLER: Get off!
Unless you want me to.
♪ ..trying hard to mend the pieces
of my broken heart...
Haway.
♪ I spent, oh, so many nights...
Later, Mam.
Go on. On your bike.
RADIO: Lancer from Base.
Lancer from Base.
Burglary reported, 14 Bloemfontein Rd.
1-4 Bloemfontein Road. Lower south side.
Suspect seen running from the scene. Dark
jacket, jeans and trainers. Do you copy?
10-4, Base. Lancer on way.
Sorry, Matt. I'm late.
- I thought Mum was coming.
- Yeah. Me, too.
- I've just come from the school.
- Oh.
This Norris was talking about
careless work, insolence...
Yeah? Well, anyway...
I won. Thanks for asking.
Won what?
200 metres freestyle.
Club eliminators. I'm through.
It was a competition? You should've said.
I did.
I'd like to report a burglary.
My name is Elizabeth Kavanagh.
Er, yeah. Yes, of course.
It's 118 Waldegrave Road, SW18.
Thank you.
Police are on their way.
- It's only things, Jim.
- Yeah. Yeah.
My things.
Our things!
I hope their hands drop off.
What happened? Where were you?
When?
The parents' thing at the school!
- I'm sorry. We ran over.
- Well, couldn't you have phoned?
Look, don't take this out on me!
Bastards!
If I got my hands on them...
You were always the best-looking girl
in the class.
Aye. And you were always the biggest liar.
I'm serious.
- If you ever ditch the Terminator, give us a call.
- You never know.
Well, this is me.
See you.
Yeah.
(Sirens wail)
(Thunder rumbles)
RADIO: Foxtrot Alpha from Tango Control.
Report of disturbance...
Hiya, Dad. I'm back.
Oh, you're early, pet.
The girls not coming in for coffee?
- No, I left them at the pub.
- You didn't walk all this way back by yourself?
No, Ryan walked us.
- Ryan who?
- Ryan Jams.
You want shaking, you do.
Have you got no sense?
He's all right!
All right? All right?
And they locked him up
because he was all right, did they?
Now, you listen to me, Lisa Marie Parks. I don't
want you seeing that bloke again. Understand?
Aye.
Ah, gee, Officer Dibble.
I want a word with you.
What, with a night stick?
Been over Bloemfontein Road, Ryan?
Up to your old tricks?
I'm having you.
You'll have to catch us first, Hopalong.
Parksie, it's Ray.
I'm on the bastard.
(Tyres screech)
(Glass shatters)
Phone an ambulance!
Go on!
RADIO: To all units. Suspect male, white,
aged about 26, with long blond hair...
__ wearing brown cords, tartan shirt
Suspect was seen assaulting a bus driver.
He just like... ran out - crazy kid.
I hit the anchors...
but the street's like glass.
No. I saw the whole thing.
I was putting the milk out.
He went out of his way to hit him.
Put his foot down. Bloody maniac.
It was deliberate.
One minute we're driving down the road,
the next, bang, he's over the bonnet.
He ran right out in front of the car.
Wasn't anything Ray could do about it.
Is Mr. Jarvis in?
JACKIE JARVIS: I'm not married. Just me
and Ryan. What's the matter, Doctor?'
He has a broken leg, cuts and bruises.
You're not unconscious with a broken leg.
No. Ryan's in a coma.
- How long will he be like that?
- It's hard to say at this time.
When the paramedics arrived, Ryan was
having great difficulty in breathing.
His tongue was obstructing his airway.
It's early days, of course, but...
there is a possibility the lack of oxygen
to the brain...
You think he's got brain damage.
Is that what you're telling us?
It's a distinct possibility.
Right.
OK. Well, thanks for being straight with us,
Doctor. I won't take up any more of your time.
Well, Mr.s Jarvis, put plainly,
The Crown Prosecution Service feels there
is insufficient evidence against Mr. West.
So, there's nothing I can do, Mr. Carnfonh?
There's a private prosecution, but...
Right. I'll do that.
That means it's not legally aided.
All the costs of the case
will have to be met by you.
Litigation, any form of litigation,
is very expensive.
I don't care.
I want that swine for what he did to Ryan,
and I'll have him.
Well, basically, Mr. Foxcott,
the son's a courgette.
Mum wants to go after the
driver for attempted.
Her own solicitor's of the opinion
she hasn't got a cat in hell's.
- What have you told them?
- I've told them there's a problem with dates.
You're going to be tied up on a
nice little fraud at Guildford.
Ah.
To be honest, I'd peg Sunderland
as a bit of a lost cause.
Yeah.
Yes, Mr. Kavanagh, what can I do you for?
I don't think you can put
all the blame on Matt.
Oh, no. No. Doubtless,
it's all society's fault.
And his deprived background, of course.
We can do without the
first-year psychology, Kate.
You don't get it, do you?
If you don't want to make time
for each other, fine.
You'd rather be at your charity meeting
than Matt's race.
How dare you speak to me like that!
You think more of other people's
kids than you do of your own.
Don't speak to your mother like that.
KAVANAGH:
As things stand, you don? have a case.
You brought us all the way down here
to tell us that?
He was trying to kill Ryan.
- He ran him down.
- That West ran your son down isn't disputed.
What would be the devil to prove
is that he meant to.
And that his intent in so doing
was to kill your son.
Given the findings of the Accident Investigation
Unit, the police will be hard pushed to...
The police? They're not going to do
anything, are they? He was one of them.
What about what Wrigley had to say?
Mr. Wrigley's account is uncorroborated.
Mr. West's account of events is corroborated
by his passenger Mr. Parks, who was dazed...
So they'll believe them, who's got
an interest in it not going ahead,
but ignore a man who's
nothing to do with it?
I sympathise...
I don't want your sympathy, Mr. Kavanagh.
I want you to take the case.
I want you to stand up
and speak for someone as can't.
Mr.s Jarvis, at the end of the day,
if that's what you want,
then under the barristers' code of
conduct, I am bound to accept.
But my view is that you do not have
sufficient evidence to proceed.
And I most strongly you
advise against doing so.
What if I got more evidence?
Well, if it was persuasive enough, then,
yes, we might have a chance. Otherwise...
Otherwise Ray West as good as kills my son
and gets away with it.
Excuse me. Can you tell me where Ryan
Jarvis is? I think he's in intensive care.
- Oh, yes. That's E4 just there.
- All right, thanks.
(Life-support machine beeps)
Two pints of bitter
and a Dubonnet and lemonade.
Please.
You come in here.
You! I don't know how
you can show your face!
I just want a drink, all right?
I don't want any trouble.
It's done with, OK?
MAN: What's going on, eh?
- Sling him out, Frank.
You think you got away with it, don't you?
Well, you've not, I'm telling you.
- It was an accident!
- All right. What were you drinking?
- Bitter.
- You're not serving him?
What am I supposed to do?
You can't have that, Frank. Look at us.
Pity she weren't with him.
What are you looking at, eh?
Keep this out.
FRANK: All right. You'll get your drinks.
On the house.
Are you all right?
I just wanted to say I was sorry...
about Ryan.
I liked him.
He bought us a drink a couple of times.
Aye, I liked him.
He shouldn't have done that - West.
He shouldn't have done that.
Oh, him. He's a hero, he is.
It was an accident, Malcolm.
Haven't you heard?
That wasn't an accident.
Not up on the pavement. I...
That was no accident.
What?
Oh, nothing.
What do you mean, Malcolm,
it wasn't an accident?
He did it on purpose.
He went up onto the pavement after him,
on purpose.
The pavement?
No-one said anything about that.
How do you know?
No, Jackie.
I'm not wanting to get involved in this.
Have you got a statement from this man?
No.
Well, that doesn't exactly fill me with confidence.
Why didn't he come forward in the first place?
He didn't want to get
involved with the police.
I see. But now he does.
No. He doesn't want to, but he will.
Do we have any guarantee
that he'll turn up on the day?
He said he will.
He's got a bit of previous. I wouldn't
like to say he'll show for definite.
Assuming he does,
is there any reason to think
that his version of what happened
would be anything other than the truth?
CARNFORTH: He has a drink problem.
JACKIE: He knows what he saw.
West put his foot down
and went out of his way to hit Ryan.
Look, you said if I found more evidence,
someone who'd seen something,
you'd probably go ahead.
Well, I've found someone.
- Are you now saying that's not enough?
- No.
Is it the money?
I've £700 from Ryan's car. I can put that down
and pay you the rest when I've sold the house.
Mr.s Jarvis, to get a
conviction against West,
we must prove beyond a reasonable doubt
that he intended to murder Ryan.
The law won't accept a
balance of probability.
51 per cent won't do it.
- Even with Gibson?
- Our chances are negligible.
That's better odds than West gave Ryan.
We have just about enough to begin the
case, but nowhere near what we need.
Now, it is my firm advice
that you should not proceed. You will lose.
Lose what?
Everything I had was in Ryan.
Money? A house? What's that?
It doesn't matter how old
they are, Mr. Kavanagh.
You don't stop loving
and you don't let them down.
I've never asked anyone for anything,
but I need your help.
Will you help us, please?
WEST: Bitch!
What?
- The bitch!
- Well, what is it?
She's only taking us to court.
What?
I'm charged with attempted murder.
Who brought you these?
(Knock on door)
Jarvis v West, sir. A
matter of fee outstanding.
Pro Bono, Tom.
Pro Bono? We're not Oxfam, sir.
For England, Harry and St George.
In other words, bugger all.
- Of which you are on for five per cent.
All right? (Phone rings)
Kavanagh. Yeah, he's here.
He what?
Chap wants to know if it's 15 pints
of whipped cream for tonight or 20?
I'll take that in my office.
I'm not a happy man, sir.
No, we are... We are... We are very sorry
to be saying goodbye to Chas.
Very sorry.
A prick... Ha ha ha!
A prince amongst senior clerks.
He will be sorely missed
by this select association of ours.
Naturally, we couldn't
let him go empty-handed.
So, Chas, my old mate, we clubbed together
and got you something to remember us by.
May I present to you...
the lovely...
lovely Tara!
(Cheering and whooping)
All right, love?
TOM: There you go, my old son.
Your just deserts.
He always said he wanted a bird
that could hold her liquor!
It's Miss Piper's case. She's gone
part heard. It's just a Magistrates'.
But an ABH. I want a word with Jules.
You all right, Tom? You look a bit rough.
You want Vernon Street Mags,
is what you want. Yeah?
Believe me, Miss Wilson, you'll be fine.
Alex! Just the girl.
- Have you finished my copying for me?
- Not yet, no.
- You won't learn that way.
- I know how to use a copier!
- Where are you off to?
- Vernon Street Mags. The Farrell wounding.
Anything I should bear in mind,
or steer clear of, or anything?
Advice? Oh, right. Well, let me think.
I remember something
my old pupil master said to me...
Jeremy, I'm a little late.
It's stuck with me over the years.
He said, "Jeremy..." No, he didn't.
No. What did he say?
Oh, yes. Yes, I remember.
"When it's coming up tea,
and you're bowling from the Surrey end...
always save the yorker till last."
Bloody marvellous.
Lord of Appeal in Ordinary now, of course.
Leg glance.
We know she's late. We
can bleeding see that!
ALEX". Mr. Caufley!
Oh, you are joking!
What's this?
Where's the other bird? The white one.
She's here.
You're late.
- I'm so sorry.
- Right.
Let's go. It's already been put back once.
- Yes, of course. Could I just ask...
- No. We're on, all right? We're on!
- Jeremy.
- James.
By the way, how is Alex shaping up?
Oh. Well, she's really very nice.
I'm not sure she's River Court material.
I've asked her a dozen
times to Photostat things.
- She always forgets.
- Capital offence.
She's my pupil, James.
Yes, Jeremy. Your pupil... not your slave.
Well, cheers.
Perhaps they'll show leniency with the...
with the sentence.
When I come back here,
they'll probably stick on an extra six
bleeding months cos you were such a dozy cow!
- Naturally, you're a little upset by the verdict.
- Upset?
- We'll talk again when you're calmer.
- Don't hold your breath.
Goodbye, Mr. Cautley, Mr. Farrell.
Oh, shit.
♪ Mellow groove
Alex.
How were the Bow Street Mags?
- Vernon Street.
- Whatever.
I didn't blind them with science.
I didn't argue with the boys in blue.
And I lost, horribly.
Oh, well, never mind.
As long as you gave it your best shot.
I don't know if I can do this.
I really don't.
Another day like today
and I don't know what I'll do.
Alex.
Come on. Don't take it to heart.
We can't have you down in the dumps.
- I'll buy a bottle of wine. Tell me all about it.
- No, I mustn't.
It'll do you good. You're a big grown-up
girl. Come on, bring your drink.
Come on.
- You're going to lose?
- Yep.
Then, why?
It's not as if you had something to prove.
Because her son's in a coma.
Because she hired me.
Because...
she wouldn't take no for an answer.
Who'd marry an idealist?
- They made me feel that big.
- Don't be frightened by the Mags.
They're middle-class morons to a man.
It's a pity I wasn't there to protect you.
- Protect me?
- I feel protective about you. You're my pupil.
I've got to take you under my wing,
teach you things.
- Jeremy...
- You have beautiful skin.
- Jeremy!
- What are you doing? Where are you going?
- Look, I've got to go, Jeremy.
- What? What are you doing?
- This is too much. I can't handle this.
- Wha... What...
Alex.
Matt, I'll be away for a few days.
Make sure you behave for your mum
while I'm gone.
Out of sight, out of mind, eh?
REPORTER: Jackie, just a couple of questions,
thank you. Just one quote, please.
CLERK". Raymond Philip West, you are
charged that on Thursday 4th March last,
you attempted to murder Ryan Jarvis,
contrary to Section One
of the Criminal Attempts Act 1981.
How do you plead? Are you
guilty or not guilty?
Not guilty.
- But it wasn't my fault, Tom.
- Sure.
Cautley doesn't want you
to represent his client during sentencing.
- Why?
- It's their prerogative.
- It was unwinnable.
- Yeah.
It was!
Look, I'm just letting you know
what the situation is. All right?
- What denomination?
- C of E.
Take the Bible in your right hand
and read the words on the card aloud.
I swear by Almighty God...
that the evidence I shall give shall be the
truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Thank you.
JUDGE: Yes, Mr. Kavanagh?
Will you state your name?
- Stanley Wrigley.
- Where do you live, Mr. Wrigley?
15 Mancroft Rd, Collenshaw Park Estate,
Sunderland.
I'd ask you, if you will, to cast your mind back
to the night of Thursday 4th March this year.
How did you spend that evening?
I had my tea.
Listened to the radiogram till bedtime.
Then I went to put the cat out.
- What time was that?
- About 10:15.
What did you see
when you came to your door?
I saw him run the lad over.
Go back a little.
Can you describe what you saw and heard, say,
just before you reached your front door?
As I got to the door, I
heard a car going fast.
You heard a car going fast.
Aye. So I come out into the garden
and looked to see what was going on.
And I saw this car coming up the street
towards us,
- which is when I saw the lad running away.
- Yes.
In your opinion, was this the same car that
you'd heard prior to opening your door?
No doubt in my mind. It was the same.
How did you reach that conclusion?
Well, I knew the car was coming closer,
cos I could hear the engine getting louder.
- There was no other car in the street.
- What happened then, Mr. Wrigley?
The lad was on the pavement,
running, like, away from the car.
Then the lad ran out from the pavement across
the street, going for the alleyway, I suppose,
and the car had him, bang.
KAVANAGH: The car hit Mr. Jarvis. Yes.
What measures did the car take
to avoid that collision with Mr. Jarvis?
To avoid? You mean, like swerving
or slowing down? None.
Nothing at all. I've
said, it was deliberate.
He swung out after him
and put his foot down.
How do you mean, “put his foot down“?
He speeded up, when the
lad ran into the street.
How could you tell he speeded up?
The engine got louder. He hit the lad
full-on and he went o'er the top.
What happened, then, Mr. Wrigley?
The car stewed to a stop,
then there were quiet.
I could see the lad lying in the road.
Then he got out of the car
and walked back to the lad.
How many people were in the car?
I couldn't see no-one else.
He was on his own.
He was on his own.
Mr. Wrigley, in your estimation, how far were
you from the exact scene of the incident?
Thirty-odd yards, maybe.
90 feet.
If we called evidence showing
a proper measurement of the distance
that demonstrated it was almost 90 yards,
87 to be more precise,
would that surprise you?
Aye.
Well, yes, I suppose.
But I know what I saw.
You know what you saw.
Very well. Now, you say the car was going fast
when it came into contact with Mr. Jarvis?
Aye. When he put his foot down,
he must have hit him around 50-ish.
Really. What does 50-ish look like?
I know what fast is.
Is that an opinion based upon
your own personal driving experience?
- No.
- It's not?
But you do drive a car?
No.
I see.
Have you ever driven a car?
No.
Then how did you arrive
at the figure of 50mph?
It was...
I was guessing.
Yes, well, you've also said that the car
was accelerating when it hit Mr. Jarvis.
Was that a guess?
No. Any silly bugger can tell when a car's going
faster. The engine gets louder, doesn't it?
Louder
Yes.
A moment ago, Prosecuting Counsel asked you
how you could tell the car you heard was the
same car you saw when you opened your door.
Can you recall your reply?
Not offhand.
All right. Well, let me help you.
Counsel asked you, how were you
able to tell it was getting nearer?
To which you replied,
"Well, from the noise."
You remember that?
- Yes.
- Yes.
What you've just described as acceleration...
could simply be the same effect, couldn't it?
What effect?
Well, with the vehicle coming closer to you, the
engine would have sounded louder, wouldn't it?
I...
Yes, I suppose it would have done.
Yes. 80 the car wasn't necessarily
going faster at all, was it?
No.
DEFENCE COUNSELING.
And if the car wasn't going faster,
Mr. West wasn't accelerating, was he?
- Mr. Wrigley?
- No.
- No.
- But he was going fast.
Mr. Wrigley, I have here the report of the
police's Accident Investigation Unit.
If I told you their findings,
which are not in any way in dispute,
were that Mr. West's car
was travelling at a maximum...
a maximum of 28mph,
- would that surprise you?
- Yes, it would.
When you read the oath, you wore glasses.
- That's right, isn't it?
- Yes.
Yes. Were you wearing them when you
witnessed the incident you described?
No.
No.
Mr. Wrigley...
you said that, after the incident,
Mr. West got out of the car, and went
across to where Mr. Jarvis was lying.
- What did you do?
- I come out the gate after him, after West, like.
I thought he was going to run off.
And did he make any effort at
all to do that? To run off?
No.
No.
What did he do, Mr. Wrigley?
He told us to go and call for an ambulance.
He told you to can for an ambulance.
W". __Raymond West, ex-policeman accused
of running down teenager Ryan Jarvis.
Three across. Five letters.
"Able to stand on all fours after tea."
Blank, blank, B, blank, E.
What do you reckon?
Table, isn't it? Oh, they
must think we're daft.
And you... You're no bloody help.
Your Aunty Barbara called round.
Asked after you.
Never asked after you
when you were at home, mind.
I bought you one of them ice creams
you like.
It's in the freezer for when you're better.
What's this, then?
You're rocking the boat, Malcolm.
You're making trouble for a mate of ours.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You lying bastard!
You go to court against Ray West
and we'll kill you. You got it, Malcolm?
And you call yourselves the good guys?
That's right. And you are not one of us.
You keep away from court, you hear,
you soft shite?
Yeah. I'll not say anything.
I promise. I won't go.
Argh!
(Malcolm cries out)
(Thud of punch)
- Argh! Argh!
- He promised he'd be here.
- I hate to say I told you so...
- Then don't. What you can do is find him.
- There's only the coppers and medics up first.
Let me worry about them.
What you've got to do is find Gibson
and bring him here.
I'll come with you.
I know most of the places he hangs out at.
- If we can't find him?
- Then we're finished. Go! Go on.
I arrived a few moments
ahead of the ambulance
and approximately ten minutes
after the incident.
I found Mr. West and Mr. Parks
standing by the injured boy.
As I got out of my vehicle
to come across to them,
the ambulance pulled up
and the paramedics ran over to the tad.
In those few moments
before the ambulance pulled up,
what opinion did you form
as to Mr. Jarvis's condition?
He looked poorly.
He was very pale and still, Your Honour.
How did his breathing seem to you?
He appeared to be having
difficulty breathing.
More than that, I cannot say, Your Honour,
as the paramedics took over.
Yes. And what did you do then?
I began to take an initial statement
from Mr. West, Your Honour.
And how did Mr. West appear to you
in his demeanour?
He was evidently very distressed,
Your Honour, and in great shock.
- And Mr. Parks?
- He was in a similar, if not worse, condition.
He was shaking like a leaf and ended up being
physically sick on the pavement, Your Honour.
Thank you.
It's a very difficult case, Peter, you see.
There's this erm...
Well, there's this lecturer at LSE...
and it appears
he might have overstepped the mark
- with one of his students.
- Fingers in the honey pot.
No, no. No, no.
No, nothing as bad as that, of course.
But erm, you know... I... He erm...
You know, it appears he thought
there might have been something on offer.
- You see, and he er...
- He's misread the water.
Yes. You see, yes. You
see, that's it exactly.
See, he's done nothing oven, you know,
but it appears she might have got hold
of the wrong end of the...
You know how these things happen.
Yes. What does the girl say?
Is she making things difficult for him?
Well, you know, from my understanding
is that they haven't actually discussed
the erm... the, you know, the incident.
Well, my advice would
be to grasp the nettle.
She wants good grades, I take it?
If I were him, I'd apologise, make it clear
she'd no interest in making things unpleasant,
tell her to forget the whole thing
and hope that I had the good sense not to do
anything so bloody juvenile and witless again.
Wouldn't you?
The point of impact appeared to be just
to the offside of the front bumper.
The windscreen was shattered
and there was a dent in the driver's door,
which was caused in all likelihood
by Jarvis's feet coming down over his head
and hitting the door panel on descent.
From your examination of the scene,
what were you able to discover about
when Mr. West had applied the brakes?
Nothing at all. It had been raining heavily
all evening and the roads were awash.
Ordinarily, we would be able to gauge when
the brakes were applied by the skid marks.
The weather made that impossible.
So, Sergeant,
you can't say with any degree of certainty
whether Mr. West applied the brakes
before or after collision?
Exactly so, Your Honour.
Sergeant Redbridge...
I understand you knew Raymond West
before that evening. Is that right?
Yes, Your Honour. We served together
for 14 months at Clover Road Police Station
until his accident.
He was a police constable.
That's right, isn't it?
He was, Your Honour.
And received several Commendations.
- This is a man as saved lives, not took 'em.
- Yes. All right. Thank you.
Now, as I understand,
he was one of a select number of officers at Clover
Road with a specialist skill. is that right?
He was an Area Car Driver
and as such, his standard of driving
had to be very high, indeed.
I'm sure if there was any way he could
have avoided Mr. Jarvis, he would have.
No, no, no.
Members of the jury, you will
disregard the sergeant's last remark.
He wasn't in the vehicle in question.
He's indulging in wild surmise.
Really, Sergeant,
you ought to know better than that.
I apologise, Your Honour.
Whatever it is I did,
or you think I did, I apologise.
Unreservedly. I can only assume
you misread the situation.
I mean, I assure you,
my intentions were strictly honourable.
You put your hand up my skin, Jeremy.
Inadvertently.
How can you inadvertently
put your hand up someone's skin?
Easily, very easily. It was an accident.
- It happened all the time at school.
- An accident?
I put my hand on your knee in a fatherly and
comforting son of way because you were upset.
But your skin,
it had ridden a fraction up your... up.
And I was a bit wide of the mark.
Isn't that what happened?
No, it isn't. And you know it.
I was down after Vernon Street
and you tried to take advantage.
I'm meant to be able to trust you.
You're my pupil master, for God's sake!
Well, yes, true. But I've apologised.
So?
Come on, play the game, Alex.
Let's put this in perspective, shall we?
You're on the bottom-most rung
of your profession, but it's up to you.
Ms Atkins, we've heard from Miss McGiven,
the ambulance technician,
that they were on scene no later
than ten minutes after the incident.
Yes. It would have been during
those ten minutes
that Ryan sustained the injuries
which brought about his present condition.
With his airway obstructed by his tongue,
oxygen could not reach his brain
and it began to die.
It Mr. Jarvis had received
more immediate attention,
in your opinion as a consultant, how would
that have affected his chances of recovery?
If someone at the scene had been able to clear
the obstruction in the first minute or two,
there is every chance he would have made
a full and complete recovery.
At present, Ryan is breathing by himself
and his heart is beating.
But... the cerebral cortex...
that part of the brain that deals with
thought, senses, communication, the mind,
the things that make us what we are,
that make us human...
that has been destroyed.
KAVANAGH:
And how long will he be in that condition?
Until he dies.
There is no possibility
that he will ever recover.
DEFENCE COUNSEL: No questions.
Doctor!
I wonder if I might have
a word about our Ryan?
What you said in court.
I'm going to have to face it, aren't I?
I'm going to have to
decide what's to be done.
I won't lie to you, Mr.s Jarvis.
I'm sorry to say that, sooner or later,
you will, yes.
But not immediately.
Take your time. Think things over.
You know where I am, if you need me.
I've got every available
person looking for him.
If we don't find Gibson before tomorrow,
you know Pendle will submit
there's no case to answer.
- Will he get it?
- As things stand, yes, we'll be out on our ear.
Mr. Kavanagh?
Yes?
I hear you've been looking for me.
Ahem.
(Sighs)
There are two Rs in Norris.
Yes, Mr. Kavanagh?
May it please Your Honour, I'll call
my next witness. Call Malcolm Gibson.
CLERK". Malcolm Gibson!
(Murmurs of discontent)
JUDGE: Quiet, please. Quiet.
Can I... Can we have
silence in court, please?
Silence, please.
If there's any disturbance,
the gallery will be cleared.
Swear or affirm?
I affirm that the evidence I give
shall be the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
What did you see on Mancroft Road
that evening?
What did I see?
Well...
I saw a good, a decent lad, who never did any
harm, hunted down and killed like an animal.
- Your Honour.
- Yes, Mr. Pendle.
You must confine yourself
to facts, Mr. Gibson.
Ryan Jarvis is not dead.
Well, he is to me.
The Ryan I knew is dead.
Could you tell us, please, as plainly
as you can, what you saw happen.
Well, the first thing I saw was Ryan.
He was about 30 yards ahead of me.
I saw him crossing the road
onto the same side as me.
Then I saw West's car
skid into Mancroft Road.
How do you know it was West's car?
Because he had a light on the roof.
An orange light,
like they have on breakdown trucks.
And Ryan was running.
God, could he run.
He should have been running for medals,
not his life.
But West couldn't get at him.
Ryan was running along behind parked cars.
But then there was a gap in the cars.
There were houses with garages.
And I knew then.
West drove onto the pavement
right up behind him.
Maybe he thought he could make it to the
other side of the road, I don't know.
Anyway, Ryan ran out.
West accelerated, swung off the pavement,
and took Ryan dead bang centre of the car.
What happened then?
West stopped the car, got out.
Who else got out of the car?
Nobody. He was on his own.
Mr. Gibson, this incident
happened on 4th March this year.
- That's right, isn't it?
- Yes.
And I have here a statement you made to the
prosecutor's solicitor, dated 19th June.
Is that right?
Yes.
So, for three months, you
did absolutely nothing.
Is that right?
Yes, but...
- Is that right? Yes or no?
- Yes.
Yes. So you saw a young man you claim to
like, injured in a road traffic accident,
and you did nothing.
Yes.
And you didn't wait for the police
to tell them what you'd seen?
No.
And you expect the jury to believe
what you're saying now?
Yes!
There was nothing I could do!
I was shocked.
I needed a drink.
How long have you known Mr. West, Mr. Gibson?
- About two years.
- How do you know him?
From off the estate.
He's the leader of the... the Pals.
That's what the vigilantes call themselves.
That's not absolutely true, is it?
Your acquaintance with Mr. West goes back
considerably more than two years, doesn't it?
In fact, it's more like
six years, isn't it?
Could be.
Mr. Gibson, will you please tell the court
how you first met Raymond West?
He arrested me, when he was a copper.
He arrested you. What for?
For drink-driving.
For drink-driving, with
which you were charged.
I pleaded guilty.
Yes. And you were fined
and banned from driving for a year.
- That's right, isn't it?
- Yes.
What was your occupation then?
I was sales rep for Jennings Toys.
And did you lose your job
as a result of the driving ban?
Yes.
Were you married at the time, Mr. Gibson?
Yes.
Do you want the whole...
I started drinking. I carried on drinking.
I lost the house. She left me.
Took the kids. All right?
So, as a result of Mr. West arresting you,
you lost your job, your home, your wife...
and your children.
Is that right?
No. I lost it through drinking and driving.
He just did his job.
- You weren't on Mancroft Road at all.
- Yes...
So you didn't see the second man
get out of Mr. West's car.
- No!
- You didn't come forward earlier
because you were not there!
No!
I didn't report it
because I was scared of the larruping
I would get off West's goons
if they heard about it.
Mr. Gibson, I suggest you concocted this whole
story in order to take your revenge on Mr. West.
- It's a complete untruth_
- Untruth?
Is that an untruth? Eh?
Or that?
Or underneath - four cracked ribs?
Mr. Gibson...
Is that a fabrication?
JUDGE: Mr. Gibson... - Or did I get
it from the just-so moral majority,
as a warning against turning up here?
I don't suppose you reported that either.
You bastard!
JUDGE: I will not tolerate this behaviour.
- Mr. Kavanagh, do you wish to re-examine?
- Thank you, no, Your Honour.
Officer, will you escort
the witness out, please?
The Collenshaw Park Pals.
God save the Mark, eh?
They're here, you know.
They're among you!
You can tell them
by the grazes on their knuckles!
- And the smell of paraffin!
- Your Honour,
that concludes the case
for the prosecution.
JUDGE: Yes.
Your Honour, I would like to raise a matter
with you that need not trouble the jury.
Members of the jury, counsel for the defence
wishes to address me on a legal matter.
I don't think it's necessary
for you to remain in court,
so you can take a short break.
Your Honour, I wish to submit
that there is no case to answer.
What is going on with you, Matt?
What am I supposed
to tell your father when he rings'?
Tell him what you like. He doesn't care.
Of course he does. We both do.
We're worried sick about you.
- You've got a funny way of showing it.
- What do you mean?
I won the swimming semis last month.
I didn't see you there.
Well, you know I was tied up.
It was important to me, Mum. To me.
Dad could've been there.
Well, we'll be there next time.
No.
I'm out of the final.
Norris has suspended me...
for what I wrote.
He could have given you an essay
or detention or something else.
I think it's cos I spelt his name wrong.
What are you doing?
Sshh.
Mr. Norris, please.
Let me see if I've got it straight.
Your pupillage is nearly over.
Buckley's down on you
cos you cook up a case.
Last, but by no means least, Mr. Touchy-Feely
of River Court puts his hands up your frock.
What am I going to do?
Stop snivelling, pull yourself up by your boot
strings and start behaving like a barrister.
- (Laughs)
- You think you can help?
There's not a male-dominated edifice
yet built in England can hold Julia Piper.
We fight on! We fight to win!
As for Mr. Gibson,
his evidence is wholly undermined
by the fact that he did not report
what he saw to the police.
Both he and Mr. Wrigley
are wholly unreliable witnesses.
Without them,
the prosecution has no foundation.
I submit there is no case to answer.
Regardless of the manner
in which it was given,
there is clear evidence
that the offence was committed
and that evidence cannot
be said to be tenuous.
Most importantly, there is the evidence
that the car accelerated.
That is a matter
that should be put before the jury
and they could conclude
that the defendant was guilty.
On balance, I am satisfied
that there is a case to answer.
The application is refused.
We shall proceed at 10:30 tomorrow morning.
I'm going to have to have
you turned off, pet...
when it's over.
Save on the electric.
And I've decided to let them have
what bits of you they can use.
You'll be recycled.
Environmentally friendly to the last, eh?
How's about that?
LISA: Fm sorry. I didn't
think anyone was here.
I wondered who was bringing him flowers.
You come every day? What for?
To see him.
I know to see him. But what for?
I don't know how you people sleep.
And you.
You let him put his hands on you.
- Us on your back for him.
- No.
Have him inside you?
- Stop it.
- A murderer.
And you think bringing
flowers makes it all right?
Get out before I have you thrown out.
(Phone rings)
Hello?
It's me.
How's it going?
Well, my star witness
was forcibly removed from court.
I escaped no case to answer
by the skin of my teeth.
And come tomorrow, I've got to crack three
cast-iron stories. No, it's going great.
How are things your end?
Oh, good.
Kids OK'?
Yeah.
Yes. We're all fine.
Now, I understand from Buckley
there's some problem with Cautley.
Mm-hm. The Farrell case. There's no way that
Alex should have been passed that brief.
If Buckley hadn't clocked in with the mother and
father of all hangovers, he'd have realised
- the case was unwinnable_ - Possibly.
It's a matter of opinion, surely?
Yes. My opinion.
It was my case originally, don't forget.
Alex was dropped right in the bloody
deep end, Peter. It really won't do.
If River Court didn't have such a
reputation for fairness and equality,
I'd say someone had gone out of their way
to damage her prospects.
But why? Who'd do such a thing?
There are those who'd rather see
fewer women in Chambers.
I hope you don't mean me.
I'm all for seeing more women in Chambers.
You're all for seeing
more women, full stop.
So... what do you propose?
It's not for me to propose anything.
I merely bring it to your notice in the
certain knowledge that, as Head of Chambers,
you'll ensure Alex's tenancy
is judged purely on merit.
The Collenshaw Park Pals Community
Defence Association was formed
in response to a growing crime problem
on the estate.
Yeah. And how would you
describe yourselves?
Just a few like-minded individuals
who decided enough was enough.
To be frank, we looked on it as a natural
extension of the Neighbourhood Watch scheme.
- Can anyone join?
- Uh-huh_
As long as they're responsible blokes,
like, as wouldn't do anything daft.
The motto is: don't go it alone.
Our patrolmen are trained to call
for assistance from any available Pal,
as indeed I did on the night...
How did you come to leave
the police, Mr. West?
I was invalided out after being hurt
in the line of duty.
Twockers___er, joyriders, Your Honour -
rammed the vehicle I was in off the road.
Who was driving?
A colleague. He lost his life.
And how seriously were you injured?
I was in hospital for 19 weeks.
My legs still tend to seize up in cold weather on
account of all the metal holding them together.
I was conducting my usual patrol, when a report
came over the radio there'd been a break-in.
A young man had been spotted
running from the scene.
I went round there, spoke to the victim,
made sure she was all right,
and waited till the police turned up.
And what happened then?
I drove round for about another half-hour
till I saw Ryan.
How did you know that it was Ryan Jarvis?
I knew Ryan from round the estate
and from when I was in the police.
He's a lad who... who's
been in trouble a lot.
So I approached him, said I wanted a word,
and he ran off.
I arranged to pick up Mr.
Parks, which I did...
and we drove round looking for Ryan
till we found him.
Ryan ran out in the road,
right in front of us.
I slammed on the brakes...
but I hit the lad.
So you hit Ryan.
Then what happened?
Well, I'd hit the brakes that hard,
Don had been thrown forward
and was slumped in his seat.
I'd caught my head on the wheel.
So I got out and I was dazed, obviously,
and shocked.
And I came across to Ryan...
and I could see his leg was broke and...
By the sound of his breathing...
I knew he was bad.
I didn't want to move him,
in case I made things worse.
And then Don come across from the car
and then the police arrived.
How would you explain the evidence
of Mr. Gibson,
who claims you mounted the pavement
after Mr. Jarvis?
Gibson would say owt he thought
would do us legs, like.
I'd do anything to turn the clock back,
believe me.
I'd rather he'd got away
than what happened.
Mr. West, wouldn't it have made more sense
to remain in pursuit of Mr. Jarvis,
rather than to go off
and fetch your colleague Mr. Parks?
I didn't feel confident I could tackle him
on my own. I wanted some backup.
Surely, Mr. Parks would have notified the police
of your location, while you kept Ryan in view?
That would have been one way.
So, why didn't you do that?
We always act in twos in the Pals. Then
there's a couple of us to give evidence.
Breaking off the pursuit
could have meant losing Jarvis altogether.
That's right, isn't it?
That's the risk we have to take.
We don't win 'em all, you know.
That's why you didn't break
off the pursuit, isn't it?
Mr. Kavanagh, I did just what I told you.
You were determined to catch Ryan Jarvis
by whatever means.
- That's right, isn'tit?
- No, sir. Not by whatever means, no.
And so you pursued him into Mancroft Road.
I followed him, yes.
Only you still couldn't get to him
because he was shielded by parked cars.
I wasn't trying to get to him.
I was trying to talk...
You were angry. It was the
only way to stop him.
No, sir.
- He ran out and you had your chance.
- No, sir.
You deliberately ran him down.
- That's the truth, isn'tit?
- No, sir.
You er... You did some first
aid in the force, didn't you?
Yes, sir.
Well, why didn't you attempt
to clear Ryan Jarvis's airway?
Sir, you may be right,
I probably should have.
But I'd just been the driver
in a major traffic accident.
I was in no state
to make any diagnosis of anything.
I left the pub about quarter to ten
and I was indoors by ten.
What happened when you got home?
Well, my dad was on the radio, like,
and a message came over from Ray.
And what did Mr. West say?
He said he was chasing the burglar
and he wanted help.
What happened then?
My dad went off to join Ray.
Thank you, Miss Parks.
Miss Parks, you left the pub
with Ryan Jarvis, didn't you?
We left at the same time, yeah.
- Why was that?
- He'd offered to walk us back.
And did Ryan walk you home?
Miss Parks?
- No.
- Why not?
I just didn't think I should let him.
He's...
He'd a bad reputation.
I see.
Was that the only reason
you didn't let him walk you home?
How do you mean?
Well, you already had a
boyfriend, didn't you?
- Yeah.
- Who is your boyfriend, Miss Parks?
Ray... Mr. West.
Yes.
And Mr. West didn't like
Ryan Jarvis, did he'?
He didn't not like him.
Come, Miss Parks. He thought he
was a troublemaker, didn't he?
- Yes, but...
- He disliked him intensely! It's the truth, isn'tit?
Not to do anything like what he's here for.
Then there was some dislike?
A bit.
A bit. So you knew that Mr. West
wouldn't like you walking home with Ryan.
Yeah.
So you left Ryan at the pub, is that right?
I don't know where he went. I went home.
And when you arrived home,
you heard Mr. West on the radio tell your father
he was chasing a burglar. Is that right?
- Yes.
- Did he identify who he was chasing by name?
No.
He didn't say,
"I'm chasing a burglar. It's Ryan Jarvis."
No.
Neither you nor your father knew
who Mr. West was chasing?
No. We only found out later.
- Found out what?
- That it was Ryan.
- And what do you mean when you say "later"?
- After the accident.
- How did you find out?
- My dad said when he got home.
I see.
- Who else was there when you were told?
- No-one. Just me.
You said "we", Miss Parks.
“We only found out later.“
Sorry. I meant me.
Your father was with you when Mr.
West radioed he'd knocked Ryan down.
- That's why you said "we".
- No.
Your father didn't leave the house
until after the incident, did he?
He left when Ray said
he was chasing a burglar.
Mr. West first saw Ryan in Kershaw Street,
didn't he?
- Yes.
- Yes.
That's very close to Bloemfontein Road,
where the burglary took place, isn't it?
It's the next road up.
That's why Mr. West was suspicious of Ryan.
Miss Parks, the street on which you live
runs parallel to Bloemfontein, doesn't it?
Yes.
So when Mr. West found Ryan Jarvis, he was
only two streets away from your house.
Is that right?
- Miss Parks?
- Yes.
He could just as easily have been coming
back from your place, couldn't he?
I suppose.
It needn't have been from Bloemfontein.
No.
No.
Ryan walked you home that night, didn't he?
No. I've told you.
Miss Parks...
As I understand, you've been visiting Ryan
in hospital... on a fairly regular basis.
- Miss Parks?
- I've been once or twice.
- It's more than that, isn't it?
- A few times, maybe.
Does Mr. West know you've
been visiting Ryan?
- No.
- No.
You thought it best to keep that from him,
didn’t you?
- With things as they are...
- Yes.
With things as they are,
why should you regularly visit Ryan?
I dunno. I just...
You were visiting Ryan Jarvis
because he's on your conscience, isn't he?
No.
H' he hadn't walked you home that night,
he wouldn’t have been on Kershaw Street,
and if he hadn't been on Kershaw Street,
- Mr. West wouldn't have seen him, would he?
- I dunno!
If he hadn't walked you home, he would not now
be in a hospital being kept alive by machines!
That's the truth, isn't it, Miss Parks?
Mr. West ran Ryan over because he was angry
that Ryan had walked you home. That's it!
- No!
- He was jealous, wasn't he?
No! He couldn't! He never saw Ry...
He never saw Ryan walking you home?
No.
Then Ryan did walk you home...
__didn't he?
Yeah.
Mr. West would have been angry, if he'd found
out Ryan had walked you home, wouldn't he?
Yeah.
And your father. How did he feel
about Ryan walking you home?
Said he didn't want me seeing him again.
- That must have been before he was run over.
- Yeah. Er, no...
There'd be little point in telling you after
Ryan had been knocked down, would there?
- No.
- No.
So he said that to you
before he set out to meet Mr. West?
- Is that right?
- When I got home, yeah.
When your father left, he knew that you had
spent part of the evening with Ryan at the pub.
- Is that right?
- Yes.
Then he also knew that Ryan couldn't have
committed the burglary. That's right, isn't it?
- I guess.
- Then what you are saying, Miss Parks,
is that your father pursued a man
he knew to be innocent of any crime.
No.
A pursuit that led to Ryan being run over.
He didn't know the burglar
they were chasing was Ryan.
If he didn't know who they were chasing,
he wouldn't be much help on the hunt!
I don't think Ray told him it was Ryan.
- He knew Ryan by sight, didn't he?
- Yes, but...
Well, if he was in the car with Mr. West,
he'd have seen Ryan and recognised him.
No! He didn't know that it was Ryan!
Your father didn't know
that Mr. West was chasing Ryan Jarvis?
Yes. No! He...
How could he not know
if he was in the car with Mr. West?
Because he wasn't!
He wasn't what?
He wasn't there...
__in the car.
Mr. West was alone?
Yeah.
Dad didn't know anything
about it being Ryan... not until after.
Until after he was run over?
Yeah.
I see.
How did you find out?
Ray radioed through,
asked Dad to go and meet him.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
So your father was at home with you
when Mr. West ran Ryan Jarvis down?
Is that right?
Yeah.
And you and your father have been covering
for Mr. West ever since.
No, not covering, just...
Cos it was still an accident. Ray said.
It's just that he said no-one would
believe him, if he was by himself.
He never meant to hit him.
What could we do?
We were just trying to help.
You were just trying to help.
Yeah.
So you lied for Mr. West?
Yes, I lied for him. And
I'd do the same again.
Ray's a good bloke. He's one of us.
You can't have a man like that go to jail.
You don't know what it was like
before Ray started the Pals.
So, the pair of you stood over Ryan,
as he was fighting for his life,
and discussed
how you were going to deceive the police.
Deceive the police? And I suppose
his lot doesn't do that, do they?
Your bail bandits and... The law's all
for them, isn't it? On their side.
But Ryan hadn't done anything, had he?
In the past, he had. And got away with it.
Mr. West appointed himself judge,
jury and executioner. is that right?
He did what he had to, what any man would
do. Otherwise they'd be laughing at you.
He's not laughing now, is he?
Are you saying
that Mr. West ran Ryan down deliberately?
That's what he said.
R's how you deal with scum like Jarvis.
Can you show me anyone here
as wouldn't have done the same?
JUDGE: Do you find the defendant
Raymond West guilty or not guilty?
FOREMAN: Guilty.
Which brings us to Miss Wilson's tenancy.
Now, of course, I'm willing to be guided.
I know Julia's keen.
(Knock on door)
James!
Oh, I didn't think you were coming in.
I never miss a vote, Peter.
As I was saying, I know Julia's keen,
but I think I'd like Jeremy's input.
- Well...
- Yes, Jeremy.
After all, she's been under your wing.
From all I hear, you two have been
getting on like a house on fire.
Alex, Peter would like to speak to you now.
Oh, yes. And Jeremy has booked a table for you
and Julia for lunch at Quaglinds. His treat.
That's right, isn't it, Jeremy?
Let that be a lesson to you. Next time
it'll cost you a lot more than a posh nosh.
It's ridiculous. This is blackmail.
Aha! The familiar refrain of the biter bit.
Just Alex and I for lunch?
Are you not joining us?
No. I've got a family.
Be nice to see 'em once in a while.
Happy trails!
Who was that masked man?
(Cheering)
LIZZIE: Come on, Matt!
- Matt!
- Come on, Matt! Come on!
(sobs)
(sobbing)
- Matt!
- Come on, Matt! Go on, son!
Come on, Matt! Come on, Matt!
(Cheering)