Kavanagh QC (1995–2001): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Sweetest Thing - full transcript

Sir David, you must know as well as I do that a
merger is the best option for your shareholders.

Call a spade a shovel, man.

It's a bloody takeover.

RADIO: ..the bitterly-contested takeover
ended weeks of City speculation.

The chairman of EKCG, Sir David Marsh,

accused Patrick Hutton
of conducting an underhand campaign,

damaging both to the board
and to shareholders.

A spokesman for Patrick Hutton said today that
no redundancies were envisaged at EKCG___

- Is that the '88?
- Yes, sir.

Good.

Nothing but the best tonight. It's a celebration.



Oh, I'll need a packet of cigarettes and you'd
better let us have a look at a couple of menus.

Certainly, sir.

It went well, very well.

How are the kids?

Give him a big hug from me.

Look, they want me early for a press conference,
so I'm going to stay in town.

I'll get the publicity over with
and I'll see you tomorrow night.

I love you, too.

Bye.

I know you, don't I?

Just call me "Pat".

Whatever you say, Pat.

- Good evening, Mr Hutton.
- Good evening, Bobby.

- If I could just have a word in private?
- This lady is a guest of mine.



Of course, Mr Hutton.
I hope you have a pleasant nightcap.

(TV in background)

(Running water)

It's 500 quid.

I do credit cards.

(Thud)

(Bangs and thuds)

(Lift bell)

Pat? It's time we got going.

Pat?

Wish me luck.

Don't worry. It's in the bag.

I've been fundraising on behalf of
the Women's Royal Hospital Trust.

I think you have the details.

It's a most impressive
curriculum vitae, Mrs Kavanagh.

You're more than qualified
for the London liaison job.

Perhaps even a little too much so.

I... I'm looking for a new challenge,
Monsieur Kaplan.

I think this position with the European Union
Aid Administration Fund could be it.

RADIO: ..so far, there have been four arrests.
Police expect to be here all day.

At Wanstead, this is Christopher Peacock
for London Today.

NEWSREADER: The body of controversial
business tycoon Patrick Hutton

was discovered early this morning in a luxury
suite at London's Caxton International Hotel.

Police said later
they were treating the case as murder.

Hutton has long been
one of Britain's most forceful City figures.

Yesterdays EKCG takeover

was the latest in a long line of aggressive
moves by his company, Hutton Electronics.

A few words...

- Anne Lewis?
- Yeah.

You look a mess.
How did you get into that state?

Playing Scrabble.
You know how rough it can get.

What do you want?

To ask a few questions
about your movements last night.

I didn't know the Vice Squad made house calls.

It's not vice, Annie.

It's murder.

(Voice on walkie-talkie)

Who's this?

My kid. Tracy.

Where is she?

My sister Diane looks after her.

If I was you, Annie,
I'd start making plans for adoption.

(Rings)

Hello.

Oh. Yes.

Yes, it is.

Don't tell me. The face is familiar.
It'll come to me in a minute.

Very funny, Dad.

Dad!

Yeah, I'm sure I would have remembered.

How's Luke these days?

He's fine. We're not getting married,
but he's promised to provide for the baby.

Touché.

I haven't seen Luke recently.

Somehow, the sofa doesn't look
quite the same without Luke planted on it.

Dad?

When you and Mum...

Well, I mean... Have you always been sure
you'd be the same forever?

Nothing stays the same.

It's just that I realised
that no matter what changed,

nobody would ever make me happier.

If you find someone like that,
you hang on to them as hard as you can.

Luke thinks because we're going
to different universities, we'll drift apart.

Well, what do you think?

I think if we do, then it means
we didn't love each other enough.

Hi, Mum.

Bye, Mum.

Bye, Dad.

You know that erm...European Aid job?

Sure. Yeah. You were overqualified or...

too senior or some rubbish.

- Well, they've just got back in touch.
- For the London job?

No. No, that's the odd bit.

They want to interview me for Chief Executive.

The big cheese?

It's a fantastic opportunity.

I mean, it's gigantic, Jim.

The budget's astronomical.

The erm...

The head office is in Strasbourg.

Well, that's brilliant.

Well, they're going to get back in touch
with a date.

(Child cries)

How are things back home?

All right. You know.

It doesn't change much.

Everyone asks after you.

I'll bet I'm the talk of the town.

It didn't have to be like this. You could have
gone up in the world without...

You mean, if I'd worked really hard,
got a couple of GCSES,

I might have ended up plucking chickens
in the pie factory?

It's a job.

I've got a car that cost me 20 grand.

Paid for.

My own flat. Nice clothes.

I go on holiday in the West Indies.

DIANE: Money's not everything.

ANNIE: You're happy enough
to get what I pay you.

Every penny you give me goes on her.

Kids cost a fortune.

But you wouldn't know that, would you?

I'll tell you what they're all saying
back home, Annie.

- They're all saying you did it.
- And what do you say?

I say they're wrong.

You might be a lot of things,
but you're not a killer.

Here.

She drew it for you.

Last year, frankly, was quite appalling.
I've rarely felt so humiliated in my entire life.

It was something of a debacle.

It was a disgrace. I don't like losing, James.

It's meant to be a bit of fun, Jeremy.

Fun? You call being thrashed by
a dim-witted bunch of oiks and yokels "fun"?

If we don't beat Great Chartham this year,
questions will be asked.

I think the annual chambers cricket match
is meant to be a social event, Jeremy,

a grand day out.

Winning is not the main thing.

Winning is everything.

What is the point of playing unless you intend
to grind the other fellow into the dust?

- I trust I can rely on you to open the batting'?
- If you think I'm up to it.

Peter, you'll stand umpire again
this year, will you?

The thought of it is the only thing
that keeps me going during the long winter.

Have you heard? I'm against you two
in the Crown & Lewis. Looks very jolly.

Do I detect a note of overconfidence?

Look at the facts, James.
It was either your tart or the tooth fairy that did it.

I'd like to go through a few points
you made in your statement this morning.

The last barrister I met...

...liked to dress in women's panties...

...and call me "Mummy".

How fascinating.

I wonder if it's anybody we know.

You say that you met Mr Hutton
at this club, at about 10:30.

Did you tell him you were a prostitute?

I didn't have to. He knew.

Are you saying that Patrick Hutton was a man
who had experience with prostitutes?

It was obvious.

He talked about the girls he'd been with,
the things he liked to make them do.

But he didn't mention any names?

No.

He didn't give me
any addresses, either, funnily enough.

KAVANAGH: What did he actually say to you?

He said that he slept with tarts because it meant
that he was still being faithful to his wife.

Tans don't count.

A lot of married men think that way.

So, when you got back to the hotel...

Are you married, Mr Kavanagh?

We have a great deal to get through, Ms Lewis.

- Can we press on?
- Are you faithful to your wife?

Is she faithful to you?

Mr Kavanagh is a very busy man, Annie.

I didn't say you could use
my first name, Mr Edzard.

Doesn't it ever get to you?

Walking into the worst moment in people's lives
and then calmly stepping out of it again?

Do you actually care who we are,
what we're going through?

Let me ask you a question, Ms Lewis.

Are you good at what you do?

Screwing blokes? Yes.

Do you ever get emotionally involved
with the men who employ you?

And here was me thinking
we'd have nothing in common.

You say, in your statement, that you defended
yourself when Mr Hutton attacked you.

- What did you do exactly?
- I just tried to fight him off.

I know I scratched his face
and I remember his nose was bleeding.

He let me go,
so I just grabbed my stuff and ran for it.

What time was this?

About one o'clock.

The forensic evidence suggests
that Mr Hutton died between three and four.

If we could definitely place you somewhere else
at that time, we'd be in better shape.

- The taxi driver saw me.
EDZARD: That's no good to us, I'm afraid.

He thinks it was later.

He's got me mixed up with somebody else.

- Did you see anyone when you left the hotel?
- No.

Mr Day, the duty manager,
says he saw you leaving after three.

- He's a bloody liar.
- Why would he lie?

Because he runs his own girls

and I won't give him a cut.

Can we call any evidence about that?

You must be joking.

You're sure you didn't see anybody
when you got home?

Nobody at all?

How the hell did I know
I was going to need an alibi?

You know, just for a moment there, I thought
you were letting her get under your skin.

- That's ridiculous.
- Of course it is, James.

Do you think any of these hotel girls
would talk to Edzard?

I don't know. We're not talking about
a quick bonk under the railway arches.

These are smart, sophisticated women.

She hasn't got much if they won't.

What makes you such an expert
on "ladies of the night", anyway?

Just a keen student of human nature, James.

(Chuckles)

James! I bring glad tidings of great joy
for the queen of the night.

The Crown is prepared to accept manslaughter.

The CPS a little uncertain
of its ground after all, Peter?

"Generous" is the word I'd use.
It's a good offer, James. She ought to take it.

- Not if she didn't do it.
- Ah, consider the likely scenario, James.

I wake from a drunken sleep.

I turn on the light. There she is,
caught red-handed, pocketing the loot.

I leap from the bed. In her panic, she grabs the
nearest heavy object and smashes me with it.

Down I fall. "Bash, bash, bash", she goes,
in the heat and confusion of the moment.

Convincing?

Perfectly. Only she said it didn't happen.

Faced with life in jail for murder,
of course she does.

But manslaughter, James?

Nine years?

Out in five, probably.

That's not so bad for a young woman.

Well, I'll put it to her, but, to be honest...

I almost hope she does reject it.

After all...

it's a long time since you and I
were agin each other.

(Door closes)

I think our Annie's ship has just come in.

You reckon she'll grab it?

Quicker than Joan of Arc with a bucket of water.

Five years?

KAVANAGH: Something like that
With good behaviour and parole.

And what if I turn it down?

If they find you guilty...life.

12 years, at least, probably longer.

What do you think I should do?

I would advise you to think very carefully.

Undoubtedly, the prosecution can piece together

a pretty convincing connection
linking you to the murder.

- And what have I got?
- Hutton's character.

He was obviously
a man who'd made enemies over the years.

There's the disputed timings.

Mr Day, the duty manager.
It's something to go on.

I'd be crazy not to take it, wouldn't I?

The problem is, Mr Kavanagh...

...I didn't do it.

I'm innocent.

In that case, I couldn't advise you to plead guilty.

So...

It's up to you now, Mr Kavanagh.

No, ifs up to both of us.

The impression you make on that jury
will be of great importance.

You'd like me to look as if
Hutton dying were a deep, personal loss?

He was a bastard.

Just one more pig at the trough.
He had it coming.

Juries try to be fair, Ms Lewis,
but they're human.

And they are swayed by appearances.

I could put on my old Girl Guide uniform,
if you think it'd make a good impression.

That might not be a very good idea.
We don't want to overexcite the judge.

I'm going to lose, aren't I, Mr Kavanagh?

We'll do our best.

Good luck, Ms Lewis.

It's a long time
since I've trusted a bloke, Mr Kavanagh.

Thank you, Ms Lewis. I'm flattered.

Don't be. I've always been a lousy judge of men.

I'm on the early plane, Friday.
I'll be back Sunday afternoon.

Sorry about missing the big chambers day out.

I don't know how you can bear it.

Look, Lizzie...

We've got to talk about this job.

- Let's cross that bridge when we come to it.
- But we've got to think about the kids.

I know Kate's going off to university,
but what about Matt?

Jim, you know I wouldn't do anything
if I thought Matt would suffer.

Look, there's no point in discussing this
until we know what's happening.

- Are you going to take the job, if they offer it?
- I don't want to think about that now.

I just feel as if I'm being pulled
in too many different directions.

Well, you going off to France
isn't going to help that problem, is it?

Thanks very much for your support.

It was just an observation.
I didn't mean it the way it sounded.

Lizzie!

Look, er...

I'm sorry about the other night.

I know. That's not the point, though, is it?
What is worrying you?

I can't help wondering... This job.

Is it about you...

...or about us?

I know we've had our rough patches, but...

If I was going to leave you, Jim,
you know I'd tell you.

Some things are hard to say after 20 years.

I have to take a plane.

It's just that I...

I keep asking myself, "Are we strong enough?"

The question you should be
asking yourself is, "Are you?"

See you Sunday.

I'm sorry to see you in this mess, Annie.

But they ain't going to send you down for this.

Once you get out,

we can spend some time together, you, me
and little Tracy, go on holiday or something.

Like old times.

I'm clean now. I'm on the wagon, ain't I?

You look like shit.

The thing is, Annie, I was just wondering
if you could...lend me a bit of dosh.

You may have money stacked away.
Just to tide me over...

What do you think this is, a Swiss bank?

You owe me.

I don't owe you a thing.

No?

Remember these?

Oh, you do remember these, do you'?

I could hurt you
in that courtroom. Remember that.

After all, it's not often you get someone
up in front of a jury for murder...

...who's already
written about doing it in her diary.

Everybody wants to hear about you.
I could get 20 grand for my story tomorrow.

Just like that.

- I could tell 'em a few things.
- You never change, do you, Des?

You'll always be the same lowlife pimp.

I...

You mess me around, Des,

I'll kill you.

Yeah?

What, just like you did to Hutton, eh, Annie?

I don't know why you're reacting like this.
It's a key role in the team.

Scorer? For God's sake, Jeremy, I want to play.

- You'll be asking me to make the teas next.
- No. I was hoping Alex would do that.

- I don't suppose you'd mention it?
- Do your own dirty work!

So, what's it to be?

You're serious. You really want to play.

- Why on earth not?
- Well, because... Because... Because.

Don't even say it,
not if you want to leave this building alive.

But, I mean, can you, you know?
I mean, can you play?

- Yes.
- Yes?

- I can bat a bit.
- (Groans)

Really, I'm a...bowler.

Overarm?

All right, then, but no special favours. No going
soft on the ladies. Great Chartham are...

viciously competitive.

So am I, Jeremy.

Trouble.

Why didn't she tell us about this?

According to Edzard,
she didn't think they were important.

She only found out the other day
that her ex was taking them to the police.

Peter's going to have a field day.

You're not going to let him use them?

I'm not sure we can keep them out.

Anyway, we might not want to.

"All in the valley of death
rode the six hundred."

What are you doing today?

Sesame Street's on in a minute.

What, on a beautiful day like this?

Mm.

Why don't you come and see
what your old man does for a living?

- Boring.
- Well, you might learn something.

Dad.

All right. Suit yourself.

Dad?

Do you think Mum will move to France?

I don't know yet, Matt.

It'll be weird without her here.

PETER: ..in the course of this trial,

the prosecution will present you
with a complete chain of events...

...every detail of which
connects the defendant with this crime.

It will take you from the nightclub,
where the defendant and Patrick Hutton met,

to the hotel to which they repaired.

You will see them go up
to Patrick Hutton's bedroom at 12:30am.

You will see the defendant
running from the hotel after three o'clock.

And, most unusually,

the defendant kept diaries

in which she recorded her intention

to commit just such a crime as this,

diaries which you will be able to read.

Ms Lewis had in her possession
a gold cigarette lighter

that was subsequently identified, by his wife,
as the property of the deceased.

Did you discover anything else during
your search of Ms Lewis's flat, DI Wilton?

Yes. One of my officers found a torn
and bloodstained dress hidden in the bathroom.

Did the defendant offer any explanation

for her battered physical appearance
or the state of her clothing?

She stated she met Mr Patrick Hutton
at a club the previous evening.

She agreed to have sex with him
in return for payment.

On reaching his hotel room, they had
a violent argument and he attacked her.

She claimed she left the hotel around one
o'clock in the morning and went to her home.

PETER: Would you please look
at Exhibit A, Dr Markham?

In your judgement, could Mr Hutton's injuries
have been inflicted with this ashtray?

I would say so.

The size and weight are entirely consistent
with the injuries sustained.

The dress had been ripped at the neckline
and was bloodstained.

Were you able to discover
whose blood it was, Dr Buxton?

The primary grouping was Ms Lewis's,
but there was a small secondary source.

Did you identify its origin?

Blood group and DNA testing
showed it was from the deceased.

It's the cigarette lighter
I gave to my husband on his 30th birthday.

It has his initials engraved on it.

Mrs Hutton, did you speak to your husband
on the night of September 10th?

Careful.

Yes, I did.

What was his mood?

Exhilarated.

He was delighted, because he'd pulled off a deal
he'd been working on for a long time.

What was the last thing
he said to you that night?

He told me to give Barney,
that's our youngest son...

...a hug for him.

- Steady on with the hearsay, Peter.
- Let it ride.

Thank you, Mrs Hutton.

No questions, my lord.

Thank you very much, Mrs Hutton.

But I haven't had a chance to clear his name.

Mrs Hutton.

My husband would never
have gone with a prostitute.

He loved me.

He was my husband.

I knew him.

She was very quiet in the cab.

I didn't see her properly until she was paying.

A real shock, it was.

She had a cut on her face
and there was blood on her dress.

I asked if she was all right,
but she just scarpered.

The lady you've described,
can you see her in this court?

Yes, sir. That's her in the dock.

Mr Hicks, what time was this?

About three o'clock, I reckon.

Do you have a better-than-average
memory, Mr Hicks?

Not according to my wife.

Average, I'd say.

About average.

Mr Hicks, when was your last night shift?

- Monday.
- Just four days ago.

Mr Hicks...

could you describe each of your fares and
the time they got into the cab for me, please?

- What, in order?
- If you wouldn't mind.

Well, there was a foreign girl.

That was Lancaster Gate
to the Barbican, just gone ten.

A family of four. Gone up west, about eleven.

Then there was these two kids, er...

...going to a club in Bloomsbury.

Then there was a nurse.
That was a long run to Clapham.

- And what time are we now?
- About two?

Are you asking me or telling me, Mr Hicks?

Well, I think it was about two.

I can't remember the exact time of every fare.

Can't you?

You told the police and this court that Ms Lewis
was in your cab at three o'clock that morning.

You remember the unusual ones.

We've established that you remember
the passengers, Mr Hicks,

it's the times you're not sure of.

I thought it was three.

But you can't say definitely that it was, can you?

You can't swear that it wasn't five o'clock.

Oh, I don't think it was as late as that.

And you can't swear
that it wasn't one o'clock, either, can you?

No, I can't say for definite that it wasn't.

Well, at least we're on the scoreboard.

Kate?

What's up?

Nothing.

Luke wants to break up.

Why?

He says that if I was still interested,
I'd go to the same university as him.

Well, he's not being very reasonable.
You've made all your plans.

Maybe he feels insecure.

Yeah, but I don't want to break up with him.

When you were a little girl

and you got upset...

...l used to buy you an ice cream.

What can I do for you now?

Ice cream still helps.

See you later, Matt.

Matt?

All right, gentlemen. Could I remind you
there'll be no mobile phones at the wicket?

- You call.
- Heads.

I hope your forward defence
is better than your legal one.

CAPTAIN: We win.
ALDERMARTEN: We'll bat. Good luck.

(sedate clapping)

GREAT CHARTHAM: Howzat?

- That was missing leg stump by a mile!
- Plainly out.

- You want your eyes examined.
- No appeal in this court, Jim.

(Chuckles)

Yes!

Run!

Oh, Tom!

Linford bloody Christie couldn't have made that!

Perfectly safe, if you'd run when I called.

That's the last time I give you a high-paying
commercial brief, Mr Aldermarten.

Yes.

(Dance music)
- Tony, it's on.

(Turns up volume)
- Yes!

(Clapping)

(Mouths)

(Mouths)

(Clapping)

- Give me the ball, Jeremy.
- Not now, Julia. This is a crisis.

Just one over. It's all I ask.

If the first three balls go for a six, fake an injury.

(Cheers)

Brilliant.

(Clapping)

♪ Dance music

- Are we OK for time?
- Mum's away. Dad's not back till tomorrow.

- Where's the loo?
- Er, upstairs.

- (Vomits)
- Oh, man.

Hiya.

That was a wonderful ball you got me with.

- Oh, pure luck.
- Not at all.

It was a fast off break, wasn't it?

No, not really. It was pretty straight.

You just left a gap between bat and pad.

Did I? That was reckless.

You played terribly well. Fantastic, really.

I thought you'd beat us single-handed.

You're keen on cricket, then?

Mad about it.

I've got a complete set of Wisden.

You might like to have a look later.

I can't think of anything I'd enjoy more.

Incredible how women always go
for the obvious ones, isn't it?

You know, I mean... He's handsome, I suppose,
in his way, but you know, you'd...you'd...

You'd have thought she'd have gone for
something just a bit more meaningful.

- Don't you think?
- Letting the competition get to you, Jeremy?

No, no. No. It's just that, sometimes, I think...

Well, how nice it must be for you
to have someone like Lizzie to go home to.

How is she, anyway? Where is she?

Something came up.

You don't get tempted to chase the barmaid
round the village green when off the leash?

Too much of an old married man for that,
Jeremy. It's not really my thing.

Well, in your shoes I'd probably be the same.

Well, in the meantime, undaunted,
I shall return to the fray.

♪ Thudding dance beat

(Door opens)

Oh, my God.

Sorry, Dad.

It'll cost a fortune to put right.
That carpet is ruined.

Oh, it'll clean.

Somebody should have been here.

What you mean is, I should have been here.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

No, you do. You think it's my fault.

Deep down, you think the house and the kids
are my patch and I should have dealt with it.

All right, but let's face it, if you take this job,
you're not going to be here at the weekend

and I can't drag Matt round Europe
every Friday night.

He's obviously not responsible enough
to be left on his own.

You haven't even asked
if they've offered it to me yet.

Did they?

Yes.

Yes, they did, as a matter of fact.

I'm just frightened
because I don't want to lose you.

You don't have to worry.

You really don't.

(Luke sighs)

Luke, can't you have
just a little bit of faith in me?

LUKE: We'll hardly see each other.

I mean, how do I know
who you're going to meet, what?! happen...

Dad?

Good God! What are you doing up at this hour?

I thought I'd take you up on your offer,
if it's still going.

- What offer?
- You know, getting a bit of work experience.

I might fancy a career in law. You never know.

You should have said that you were defending
that woman that murdered Patrick Hutton.

Everyone 's talking about her.

Allegedly murdered.

You're as bad as the tabloid newspapers.

This isn't just alternative daytime TV, Matt.

If you come, you do it properly and
you think hard about what you see and hear.

Sounds OK to me.

We got back to the hotel at about 12:30.

To be honest, Mr Hutton and I
had both had a bit too much to drink.

We'd been working on the deal for weeks.
We...overdid the celebrations a bit.

PETER". Was Ms Lewis with you at this point?

Yes. Mr Hutton invited her along.

Did you know who she was?

No, she hardly spoke to me all night.

It was Mr Hutton she was interested in.

And what happened then?

Mr Hutton went off with her.

- Do you know where they went?
- No, but I guessed it was to Patrick's room.

Mr Randall, do you remember
anything else about that night?

Yes. I had the room next to Mr Hutton's.

During the night, I was woken
by what sounded like a violent argument.

What did you do?

I'm afraid I was too drunk to do anything.

I went back to sleep.
It's something I will always regret.

Would you say that Mr Hutton's behaviour
on the night of September 10th...

was atypical?

Yes, I would. Mr Hutton was a family man,
absolutely devoted to his wife and children.

But he'd been under a lot of pressure,
we'd had a drink or two

and...l think that might have affected
his judgement.

Mr Randall, how long had you been staying
in a hotel while working on this deal?

Since the Friday of the week before.

But you weren't staying in the
Caxton International all that week, were you?

No, it was a different hotel.

Why did you choose to move
to the Caxton International for that last night?

No particular reason.

"No particular reason."

When you arrived at the hotel,
did Mr Hutton speak to anybody?

Just a brief word with the duty manager.

What did Mr Hutton say
to the duty manager, Mr Day?

Nothing much. Something like...

..."How are you, Bobby?"

They were obviously on sociable,
even intimate, terms, weren't they?

Well, they seemed to know each other.

Mr Randall, I'll ask you again.

Why did you choose to move
to the Caxton International?

It was because of Bobby Day and
the personal services he provided, wasn't it?

I wouldn't know.

It wasn't the first time
he'd been with a prostitute at that hotel, was it?

You'd done all this before with him, hadn't you?

I have never had anything to do with prostitutes.

- But Mr Hutton did, didn't he?
- He might have done, yes.

"He might have done."

And on these occasions,
the women were supplied by Day, weren't they?

I believe Pat and Day had an arrangement, yes.

Was Mr Day paid for his services
as middleman?

I assume there was some form of financial
understanding between Pat and Mr Day, yes.

The difference being, on this occasion, Mr
Hutton brought the woman with him, didn't he?

I suppose so.
Normally, the women would arrive later.

More than one?

Sometimes.

Mr Randall, did Mr Hutton have any enemies?

Not to my knowledge.

But he was a controversial figure,

whose ruthless business methods had long
aroused considerable hostility, wasn't he?

Well, that's your view, not mine.

Why then did he employ a private bodyguard
to watch over his personal safety?

Given the attention Pat had received,
particularly in the media over the years,

it seemed a sensible precaution
to hire a driver trained in security areas.

Was his driver present that night?

No, Pat let him go for the night
when we got to the hotel.

Did he always do that on these occasions?

Yes, he did.

So, Mr Hutton was in the habit of allowing
complete strangers into his hotel room

in the dead of night,
without any regard for his own personal safety?

He was a very confident man.

Anything could have happened
in that hotel room after my client left, couldn't it?

No, because Pat was dead.

PETER: Mr Day, when did you first see the
defendant on the night of September 10th?

MR DAY: She came in...at about 12:30.

I had a brief conversation with Mr Hutton.

And then they took the lift together.

Did you see Anne Lewis again that night?

Yes.

I was in reception.

I looked up and saw her
running across the lobby.

She went out through the main doors.

Are you sure it was her?

Oh, there's no doubt in my mind.

I only saw her from behind,
but it was definitely her.

- And you say she was running?
- Yes.

Yes, there was something panicky about it.

"Running away"
might be a better way of putting it.

What time was this?

Just after three o'clock.

That's a bloody lie!

If you cannot control yourself, Ms Lewis,
you will be taken down.

Are you certain that was the time, Mr Day?

Yes.

Yes, I am. I remember looking at my watch.

KAVANAGH: Mr Day,
in your statement to the police,

you said that Mr Hutton had stayed at your hotel
in the past, that you recognised him,

but that was the extent
of your acquaintanceship.

Is that correct?

Yes, that is what I said.

But that wasn't entirely true, was it?

Yes, it was.

Mr Hutton called you “Bobby”
when he arrived at the hotel, didn't he?

I dare say he might have heard
the staff using my name.

And you knew him well enough to protest to him
when he brought a woman back to the hotel.

And you knew who that woman was, didn't you?

I knew what type of woman she was.

What type was that?

A prostitute.

I put it to you, Mr Day, that the reason
you objected to her coming into the hotel

was that she was not one of your prostitutes.

You have a lucrative sideline
in arranging girls for clients, don't you?

- I deny that.
- What do you deny?

That this was the reason you objected to her
or that you arrange prostitutes?

I deny that I arrange for prostitutes
to ply their trade in my hotel.

You have never done that?

Never.

I put it to you, Mr Day, that the reason you tried
to stop Ms Lewis coming into your hotel

was that she would not give you a cut
of her earnings from business you put her way.

That's right, isn't it?

- I haven't the slightest idea what you mean.
- Haven? you?

Mr Randall has just told this court
that you arrange girls for clients at this hotel,

a service you have performed
in the past for Mr Hutton.

Then he is mistaken.

That's absolute rubbish.

He's just making that up, is he?

- He must be.
- It's your word against his?

Yes.

You told my learned friend

that it was three o'clock when you saw Ms Lewis
leaving the hotel, didn't you?

Yes.

She says it was one o'clock.

She is lying.

Your word against hers.

Yes.

(Dog barks)

- Lizzie?
- Hm?

Did you ever keep a diary?

Frantically, when I was a teenager.

What kind of stuff did you put in it?

The best and the worst.
Things I wouldn't tell anybody else.

Are you coming to bed?

In a minute. There's just one or two things
I want to go over.

PETER: Mr Carter, how did you come to be
in possession of these diaries?

Oh, er... Annie left them behind
when she walked out on me.

Did she keep a diary regularly?

Well, she was always scribbling away
when we first met, not so much towards the end.

Did you know, at the time,
what was in these diaries?

No. I only happened to read them
a couple of weeks ago.

And what did you do?

Well, I went straight to the police.

- Why did you do that?
- Well, cos of what's in 'em.

I mean, I couldn't sleep at night
if I'd kept quiet about what's in these diaries.

I see.

Mr Caner, could you please take the 1989 diary

and read from the entry
Ms Lewis made on June 5th of that year?

(Clears throat)

"They're all liars and cheats...

...all the husbands and fathers,

all so bloody re...

respectable,

but underneath, the same...

...stinking...

- hyp...h..."
- Hypocrites.

"One day I'd like to get one and do him,

just like slaughtering an animal.

HI wait until he's asleep
and then stick the bastard in the guts.

And I want him to wake up then,

so the last thing he sees

is me watching him bleed to death.

I bet all the girls feel the same.

It would be brilliant if someone took a punter...

...and cut him up. "

Let's look at some alternative entries
in this diary, Mr Carter.

Could you please read from
September 12th 1988?

(Des clears his throat)

"Had flu. Told Des I couldn't go out.

Gave me one of his...

little talks.

Worked Knightsbridge later. £280."

What did she mean by "a little talk", Mr Caner?

I don't know what she's talking about.

Mr Carter, throughout the period
of your relationship with Ms Lewis,

you repeatedly assaulted her in order
to make her earn money for you as a prostitute.

No.

No. I paid her rent. I bought her gear.
She done all right out of me.

If she don't want to be a tan,
how come she's still doing it now?

How long were you and Ms Lewis
living together?

I dunno. About four years. Er...

From '87.

There were no violent fantasies
before 1987, were there?

I dunno. There might be.

Well, you've read them. Find them for us.

Well, I can't see nothing, no, but...

They don't start, do they, before she met you?

I don't see what that's got to do with anything.

Some people might think, Mr Carter,

that the violent fantasies were directly linked to
the time you spent with Ms Lewis, mightn't they?

It's got nothing to do with me.

Have you agreed to sell your story
to the newspapers at the conclusion of this trial?

No. No, actually...

That is not true.

That is not true.

They've approached me, yeah, but I told them...
I told them I weren't interested.

That concludes the case
for the prosecution, my lord.

ANNIE: He made it clear he wanted me
from the moment] walked in.

He made a big thing about not using
his full name, but I knew who he was.

I nearly didn't go with him. There was something
about his mood I didn't like. I've seen it before.

It wasn't just sex he was interested in.

He wanted to hurt me, use me,

prove a point.

After we'd fixed the price...

...he talked a bit about his wife.

And then he went mad.

He hit me.

He tore my dress, threw me on the floor,
then hit me again.

He started punching and slapping me, calling
me all the usual names, like "bitch" and "slag".

I struggled as hard as I could. I think I hit him,
because his nose was bleeding.

Some of the blood must have got on my dress.

He put his hand to his nose
and I got to the door...and ran out.

Can you explain how Patrick Hutton's
cigarette lighter came to be in your possession?

Yes. I stole it.

Why?

It's just a way of letting the punters know
what I really think about them.

Mr Hutton's briefcase was missing, too.
Did you steal that?

No.

Did you steal his wallet?

No.

Can you explain how your fingerprints came
to be on the glass ashtray in Mr Hutton's room?

Yes.

I had a cigarette while I was waiting for him
to get changed. I must have touched It then.

Ms Lewis, why did you keep a diary?

To begin with, for the same reason
that everybody else does.

Just to keep a few secrets.
Kid's things. Ordinary stuff.

On September 12th 1988,

you wrote that Des had come back
and you had agreed to do as he suggested.

- What had he suggested?
- That I go on the game to earn some money.

I didn't want to do it.

We had a row.

I was frightened he was going to leave me, so...

...in the end, I said I would.

He said it...it would only be for a while.

Why didn't you just leave him?

I don? know.

To begin with...

...I still thought that I needed him.

Later on, I was just frightened
of what he might do.

Why did you write about killing men
in your diaries, Ms Lewis?

Because I was sick of feeling scared.

Somehow, imagining doing something like that
made me feel safer,

more powerful.

It was a safety valve, that's all.

It never meant I was actually going to do it.

Could you read me
one final extract from the diary, Ms Lewis?

August 7th 1990.

Tracy is one month today.

She is the most...
beautiful thing I have ever seen...

...the only good thing in my life.

One day, when I've made enough money...

...I'll take her with me somewhere else,

to another town or...

...maybe even another country...

...away from all this, anyway.

Thank you, Ms Lewis.

Ms Lewis...

If you didn't take Mr Hutton's briefcase
and wallet, who did?

I've no idea.

This story of an unprovoked attack
by Mr Hutton...

It's not true, is it?

Yes. It is.

What actually happened
is you waited until he was asleep

and then you set about stealing his belongings,

but he woke and surprised you, didn't he?

No.

There was a struggle,
during which you received your injuries,

but he was sleepy and defenceless

and, in the end, you picked up the ashtray

and, driven by fear and hatred,

you beat him to death, didn't you?

No.

When I left him, he was alive.
I don't know how he died.

Mr Hutton represented everything
you hate and detest in men.

He was arrogant and brutal,
if that's what you mean.

And that enraged you, didn't it?

No. Not any more. It might have done once.

In the days when you were writing in your diary

about taking your revenge
on the men who abused you?

Yes.

- That was only a few years ago, wasn't it?
- Yes.

And you still have the same...

“self-pitying vision of yourself
as some son of victim

and you still want your revenge, don't you?

Self-pity?

I've been beaten up
more times than I can remember by men.

I've been raped and half strangled,
smashed in the face with a bottle.

Every time I go out, I wonder if I'll end up
dead in an alley somewhere.

You do hate and fear men, don't you?

Yes, I do, with good reason.

You hated and feared Patrick Hutton that night?

Yes, I did.

And that is why you killed him, isn't it?

I wanted to kill him. When he started hitting me,
I wanted to see him dead.

He deserved it. I would never have had
a single moment's guilt or regret if I'd done it.

I wanted to kill him.

But...l didn't.

PETER". When I opened this case to you,

I told you the prosecution would provide you
with a complete chain of evidence.

Having heard this evidence, you will see
that every link of the chain is in place

and it connects this defendant
to the crime down to the last detail.

Mr Hutton was killed by blows from an ashtray.

The ashtray in his hotel room
was covered in his blood.

The fingerprints of the accused
were on the ashtray.

And Mr Hutton's blood was on her dress.

These final links in the chain,

evidence that clearly ties the defendant
to this crime at every stage...

...point in only one direction.

To a verdict of "guilty".

I am going to suggest to you

that every single link in my learned friend's
chain of evidence is fragile.

He put forward Mr Hutton as a devoted family
man, caught out in a moment of weakness.

But he was wrong about that, wasn't he?

Mr Hutton was a risk taker,

a man whose ruthless business methods
made him enemies, who needed a bodyguard

and yet habitually consorted with prostitutes,
recklessly exposing himself to danger.

You are not required to ask yourselves
who killed Patrick Hutton.

It may have been a business rival -
his briefcase was missing, remember -

or it may have been another prostitute.

He frequently entertained more than one.

What you have to decide is whether you believe,
beyond reasonable doubt,

that Anne Lewis was his killer.

Beyond reasonable doubt.

And I suggest to you, that for each
of my learned friend's so-called links,

the fingerprints on the ashtray,

the blood on her dress,

even the diary entries and the disputed timing
of her departure from the hotel,

there are entirely convincing explanations
which you have heard.

Members of the jury...

...is this a perfect chain?

Mm... She put up a good show, James.

So did you.

When it comes to crime,
I'm bound to admit I've always been a bit...

...a bit of a tortoise next to your hare.

Maybe.

But, then again,
we all know who won that particular race.

Mm.

CLERK". Have you reached a verdict
on which you all agree?

FOREWOMAN: Yes.

CLERK". Do you find the defendant, Anne
Sharon Lewis, guilty or not guilty of murder?

Not guilty-

(Cries of astonishment)

They come early in the morning, Bobby.

I'd be waiting for the knock at the door
if I was you.

I think Bobby Day knows who did it, Dad.

You may be right, Matt. I don't know.

- But aren't you curious?
- I can't allow myself the luxury.

The evidence wasn't enough to convict her.
That's my job done. The rest is for the police.

Annie!

I want you to tell me
what you said at the trial wasn't true.

Tell me my husband wasn't like that,
that he didn't do those things to you.

Tell me you made it up to save yourself.

I don't care if you did kill him. I won't tell anyone.

But just tell me you were lying.

Give him back to me.

Give him back.

Please.

I'm sorry.

You've had a wasted journey.

Come on. Come on!

Now!

Everything seems so clear to you
in the courtroom.

LIZZIE: You can see everything.
No doubts. No uncertainties.

You always know exactly where you are, but...

It doesn't work that way in life, does it?

There's a British Airways flight
every hour on Fridays. Going both ways.

You mean, you don't mind?

Mind'?

The way I look at it, the happier and more
fulfilled you are, the stronger we are together.

Being apart...

...isn't going to touch that.

If you didn't take this chance,
you'd never forgive yourself or me.

We'd just be feeding the fear and insecurity
we thought we were avoiding.

I think that's my speech, isn't it?

If you were listening very carefully,
there was an apology in there, somewhere.

Poor Kate.

I wish I could tell her it gets easier.

- Mr Kavanagh! Have you got a moment?
- Not now, Tom. It'll have to wait till Monday.

The fingerprints on the ashtray,

the blood on her dress,

even the diary entries and the disputed timing
of her departure from the hotel,

there are entirely convincing explanations
which you have heard.

Members of the jury...

...is this a perfect chain?

Mm... She put up a good show, James.

So did you.

When it comes to crime,
I'm bound to admit I've always been a bit...

...a bit of a tortoise next to your hare.

Maybe.

But, then again,
we all know who won that particular race.

Mm.

CLERK". Have you reached a verdict
on which you all agree?

FOREWOMAN: Yes.

CLERK". Do you find the defendant, Anne
Sharon Lewis, guilty or not guilty of murder?

Not gum-

(Cries of astonishment)

They come early in the morning, Bobby.

I'd be waiting for the knock at the door
if I was you.

I think Bobby Day knows who did it, Dad.

You may be right, Matt. I don't know.

- But aren't you curious?
- I can't allow myself the luxury.

The evidence wasn't enough to convict her.
That's my job done. The rest is for the police.

Annie!

I want you to tell me
what you said at the trial wasn't true.

Tell me my husband wasn't like that,
that he didn't do those things to you.

Tell me you made it up to save yourself.

I don't care if you did kill him. I won't tell anyone.

But just tell me you were lying.

Give him back to me.

Give him back.

Please.

I'm sorry.

You've had a wasted journey.

Come on. Come on!

Now!

Everything seems so clear to you
in the courtroom.

LIZZIE: You can see everything.
No doubts. No uncertainties.

You always know exactly where you are, but...

It doesn't work that way in life, does it?

There's a British Airways flight
every hour on Fridays. Going both ways.

You mean, you don't mind?

Mind'?

The way I look at it, the happier and more
fulfilled you are, the stronger we are together.

Being apart...

...isn't going to touch that.

If you didn't take this chance,
you'd never forgive yourself or me.

We'd just be feeding the fear and insecurity
we thought we were avoiding.

I think that's my speech, isn't it?

If you were listening very carefully,
there was an apology in there, somewhere.

Poor Kate.

I wish I could tell her it gets easier.

- Mr Kavanagh! Have you got a moment?
- Not now, Tom. It'll have to wait till Monday.