Kavanagh QC (1995–2001): Season 2, Episode 1 - True Commitment - full transcript
Kavanagh finds himself defending a left-leaning protester accused of stabbing a skinhead at a protest march. The accused claims that it was entirely his fault, but when he hears that his upper middle class girlfriend has shopped him to the police, he changes his story saying he was just being chivalrous and that it was his girlfriend who did the stabbing. The Kavanaghs continue their commuter marriage with Lizzie working in Strasbourg and it all proves to be a challenge to them both. Kate has left for Cambridge and Lizzie is pleased to hear that her tutor is the husband of one of her closest childhood friends. She is far less pleased when she learns that her daughter and the tutor are having an affair and Kavanagh himself simply blows a gasket.
(Rowdy shouting)
Get the real socialist newspaper!
Stop the fascists! Stop the Nazis!
- Action For Socialism. Stop the fascists! Go on!
- Join the march!
Action For Socialism!
There's a march tomorrow.
Action For Socialism.
- (Shouting)
- Help stop the fascists!
(Shouting)
Oi!
Fascist bastards!
Mark!
- You all right?
- You all right?
Yeah, it's nothing. Fascist morons.
- Any luck?
- Well, two copies in two hours.
One of them thought I was flogging War Cry.
You've done enough. Come on.
- See you later.
- Fine.
Thanks.
(Impatient hooting)
(Hooting continues)
- You're well out of order, Miriam Jacobs.
- Rubbish.
- You wanted to quit.
- Yeah, I know, but I shouldn't have.
Forget it. Tomorrow's what it's all about.
MIRIAM: Selling papers is for amateurs.
Restaurant Camiselle, s'il vous plaît.
Why not?
Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.
- I just couldn't get away.
- It's OK.
It's just another two-bottle
night in Strasbourg.
Slumming it tonight, then?
Oh, my God. It speaks.
I'm going to be upstairs, yeah?
What are you doing with that bimbo, Mark?
Class enemy if ever I saw one, mate.
She's playing at it.
- No way is she committed.
- Make your own bloody pasta.
BOY". it's your turn.
The rally starts at three o'clock,
in case you're still interested!
I'll be there, Kath. And so will she.
And if you reckon she's not going to get her
hands dirty, you've another think coming!
I'm getting the hang of it now.
The way to get what you want here
is to come at it from the right angle.
You can't just go barging in head-on.
Mind you, the red tape
can get you down a bit.
Never use one form when 15 will do.
Oh, God, I'm sorry.
- I'll stop. I can hear myself banging on.
- No, no, go on. I'm interested.
Oh, Jim.
Putting up with late wives
and late planes every week.
- It hasn't been easy, has it?
- I'm not complaining.
What are you thinking about?
The march.
What's going to happen.
- Are you frightened?
- No, of course not.
Are you?
No.
I haven't felt so excited in my whole life.
I mean, all people ever do is talk.
As though talking would
have stopped Hitler.
As though it's going to stop the same thing
from happening again.
That's why I'm here with you.
We both know that talking is not enough.
KAVANAGH: Do you think Kate will
be all right? LIZZIE: Don't worry.
She'll be fine once she settles in.
At least we know
she's going to be well looked after.
I mean, of all the tutors in Cambridge,
she manages to end up with the husband
of one of my oldest friends.
- How long is it since you've seen Angela?
- Ages.
Too long.
It'll be nice to have an excuse
to catch up with her.
- And what's her husband like?
- Jeffrey? I've seen him a couple of times.
He seemed very nice.
Quite a star academically, apparently.
This is a bloody awful way to live.
Not that I'm complaining.
I'm proud of us, you know.
We've worked hard at this. I don't think
we could have handled it any better.
(All chant) Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
(Angry shouting)
Black and white unite to fight...
(All shout at once)
Stay behind the barriers!
I repeat. Stay behind the barriers!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
(Sirens)
Get out of here!
Go on, go!
Get off!
Argh!
Poached slivers of monkfish and scallops
in a vegetable broth.
- What are scallops?
- Good question.
Hang on, hang on.
This could be good.
Pan-fried breast of wild pigeon
with stewed red cabbage and blackcurrants.
With chips?
I promised your mother I'd feed you
properly, so choose something.
11, 17, 21 and 38.
When she comes home, for God's sake
tell her we eat off plates occasionally.
(Electronic bleep)
This interview is being taped
at 1815 hours, September 23rd.
Present are Detective
Chief Inspector Knowland,
Detective Sergeant Vestey,
and the suspect, Mark Holland.
You do not have to say anything
but it may harm your defence
if you fail to mention when questioned
something you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.
You are entitled to have
a solicitor present.
Do you want a solicitor?
No. I don't need one.
I'll tell you what happened.
Miriam?
- Get Daddy for me!
- Are you all right? What's happened? Miriam?
Darling?
He was a big bloke.
Skinhead, Union Jack T-shirt_
I can't remember much else.
Just your typical fascist-type.
Ian Taylor. 17 years old, slim
build, 5 foot 7 inches tall.
Not exactly the master race.
(Sighs) I thought he was going to kill me.
Where er...
Where was your girlfriend at this time?
She was nowhere near. She er...
I told her to stay put
as we went through the police line.
I didn't want her to get hurt.
Um... She stayed at the top of the road
with the rest of the marchers.
Where did the knife come from?
He was holding it.
He came at me.
I got hold of his arm, and...
the next thing I knew,
we were both on the ground.
With all these people on top of us.
Did you stab him, Mark?
I felt something wet.
I looked at my hand, and
there was blood on it.
I don't know if it was me.
I'm not taking a chance
on what this boy might say to the police.
The minute my solicitor gets here,
you must tell him everything,
exactly as you told me.
And then we'll all go
to the police together.
It was terrible, Daddy.
(Low conversation)
Stop messing us about, Mark!
We know it was you who had the knife.
We know you chased the boy,
held him down, and stabbed him!
Miriam's been talking to us.
She's here now.
She saw the whole thing.
And she's prepared to swear to it.
I don't believe you.
She was standing 10 yards away from you
in the road.
- She watched you do it.
- She wouldn't say that.
Your girlfriend was right there!
She watched you murder him!
She's stuffed you, son.
So why not start telling us the truth?
- I want a solicitor.
- What?
Get me a solicitor!
MARK: Miriam came through the line with me.
She was right there.
She took this knife out of her pocket.
I couldn't believe it.
I thought it was a joke.
And... And then she
stabbed him in the chest.
Here.
From right up close.
He went down,
and Miriam just stood there, staring.
She had blood all down her clothes.
She chucked the knife down on the ground,
and I picked it up for some reason.
I shouted at her to get
the hell out the way.
And she ran away.
Why did you say it was you?
I did that to keep her out of it.
What do they can it?
Chivalry.
I did that for her!
And she betrayed me.
I took off my own ring,
while I was trying on some others,
and... well, I suppose I must have left it on the
counter and walked out wearing the wrong one.
- So, you took the ring by accident?
- Well, yes.
But I have been...
extremely absent-minded recently.
Why recently, Mrs Cartwright?
Since my husband left me.
How much money did you have on you
when you were arrested?
Nearly £1,000.
Mrs Cartwright, the value of the ring
on your finger when you left the store
was much greater than the one
you left behind, wasn't it?
Well, in monetary terms, perhaps,
but not in sentimental value.
Mrs Cartwright, you deliberately substituted the
valuable ring for the worthless one, didn't you?
No, that is simply not true.
I would never do anything like that.
I am an honest person.
Members of the jury,
you've heard the facts in this case.
And it's perfectly plain
that the prosecution has been unable
to provide any evidence of dishonesty.
It was a mistake. That's all.
You might feel that this mistake
was due to the stress
caused by the defendant's marital problems.
You might also feel that it made no sense
for her to steal something
that she could easily afford to buy.
What is quite clear
is that, on the evidence,
there was no dishonesty,
and no intention of permanently
depriving the store of the ring.
Hot stuff there, Jeremy.
You almost had me cheering you on.
I find I'm always articulate
in a worthy cause.
Still, I don't suppose the words
"incredibly guilty" mean much.
Your cynicism does you no
credit whatsoever, Griffiths.
CLERK: How do you find the defendant
Lucy Cartwright? Guilty or not guilty?
Not guilty.
- Well done.
- Oh, well, I didn't do anything.
You were marvellous.
According to Patricia Graves,
Holland is still very angry and resentful,
particularly towards the girl.
Hardly surprising, I suppose.
What's his background?
Lower middle class, not much money.
Worked hard enough at the local
comprehensive to get himself to university,
then chucked it in after a year, when he
became involved with far-left politics.
Parents were devastated.
They've never forgiven him.
Their attitude seems to be
that he made his choice years ago,
and they won't have anything more
to do with him.
His political chums
are the only family he's got now.
- Any history of violence?
- Not to speak of.
Rent-a-mob appearances at demos and
strikes. Nothing like this before.
And what about the girl?
Wealthy parents, tolerant, liberal
background. Bit of a high-flyer.
Nothing in common with
Holland, at first glance.
Says she was naive, under his influence.
So, what have you got?
She says he did it, he says she did it.
He admits it, then promptly
contradicts himself.
His prints on the knife,
victim's blood on his shin.
She's a nice, impressionable girl
from the top drawer,
he's a bolshie oik with
a chip on his shoulder.
Hm. Very promising for
you, James, I must say.
- I can't possibly accept this, Mrs Cartwright.
- Oh, Lucy, please.
You know, there are some people who think
I might be unwise to see you.
- Why? Am I doing something wrong?
- No, no, of course not.
There are those who view that it's
best to keep one's professional life
rigorously separate from one's personal.
It's rather a stuffy view, I think.
Jeremy, you saved my life.
You simply must let me
do something for you.
- I'll er... see you in the Grill Room at 7:30.
- Bye.
Taking your work home
again, Mr Aldermarten'?
She's an ex-client.
Well, you've done your bit.
I'd leave it at that, if I was you.
Really, Tom,
you sound positively Victorian at times.
Pretty girl.
Was she?
Hm.
It's a perfectly innocent situation.
I see nothing wrong with giving oneself
a little pat on the back from time to time.
You're completely transparent, Jeremy.
If she wasn't so good-looking,
she'd have never got in the door.
Rubbish. It's just a meal.
- It would have been churlish to refuse.
- Churlishness has never been a problem.
Ow!
The knife you say Miriam took out of
her pocket, had you seen it before?
Yeah. On the sideboard at her dad's place.
She said it was a holiday souvenir.
Indonesia, or some place.
Alan Jacobs says you stole it.
Alan Jacobs is a lying git.
He says it disappeared after you
and his daughter visited the house
some time in March last year.
KAVANAGH: Did you go to the house
at around that time?
March, yeah? Yeah, I was there.
Miriam wanted to see her mum.
We waited until Jacobs was away
on a business trip.
- Why didn't you go when he was there?
- He hated my guts, for a start.
And anyway,
Miriam and him had had a row.
They weren't speaking.
- What was the row about?
- Politics.
A little more detail would help us
with your defence, Mr Holland.
Anything you can remember.
Her dad... reckoned it was me
that got Miriam into Direct Action.
Said I was a bad influence on her.
Which was a joke.
The only influence he was worried about
was his own.
Couldn't bear her having a mind of her own.
The only time I met him, all he did
was have a go, like it was my fault.
I don't need that bollocks.
I walked out, and she came with me.
- How long was that before the rally?
- About March, sometime.
For all I know, they weren't speaking
for about six months.
Were you ever on your own
in the room where the knife was kept?
Don't be silly.
I wasn't exactly her mum's
favourite pin-up boy, either.
She used to watch me like a hawk.
Probably thought I was going to gob
on the Axminster.
Do you remember what Miriam was wearing
on the morning of the rally?
Um...
black leather jacket,
blue jeans and um...
__some kind of tight top.
Yellow. Cream, I think.
Are you absolutely sure that outfit
was bloodstained when she ran away?
Yes, I'm sure!
Look, what about Kathy?
She was there. She'll back me up.
Kathy Tyler. She had a room in the house.
Refusing to make any kind of statement.
(Mark laughs bitterly)
Yeah.
Yeah, that's Kathy.
Stubborn little cow.
Mr Holland, why did you tell the police
that you might have stabbed Ian Taylor?
Miriam is a sister. She's one of us.
We don't let each other down, you know?
It's um... not just that.
Have you seen her?
She's just...
I mean...
I would have done anything for her.
Anything-
I was in love.
Really in love.
(sighs) And er...
the minute the Coppers got hold of me...
all I could think about
was to keep Miriam out of it.
That's how messed up about her I was.
I thought she was really into it.
I thought she hated the fascists
and she loved me. (Laughs)
Yes!
Wrong on both counts.
She was just off on some selfish
little trip of her own.
It can't end up like this.
I don't want to go to prison
for something that she did.
A guy's dead.
And er... she's just going to walk away.
To British justice.
(Lucy laughs)
It's been a wonderful evening, Jeremy.
You must think I'm...
shockingly forward.
I mean, I barely know you,
but one senses a son of...
spark.
(Chuckles)
Oh, God!
- I must be a bit pissed.
- No, no, no. Not at all.
I feel the same.
A bit pissed. No!
I'm sorry, madam. The expiry date.
Oh, how utterly stupid.
You'll take a cheque?
Please, allow me.
This really is too much.
I've made such a hash of things.
I can't even buy a meal successfully.
Lucy! Hey...
It's all right. Ssh!
It's all right. Don't worry.
TV. Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
KAVANAGH: Run it back a second.
JULIA: Pity we can? see what she's wearing.
Look at her face, though.
KAVANAGH: She's having
the time of her life.
(TV off)
There were ten or more
people in that alleyway.
JULIA: Whatever they saw,
they wont get involved.
Another dozen people were arrested.
What about them?
Either nose down in the back
of a police van at the time,
or fighting their own private wars.
There's nothing to help us.
I've been through the disclosure material
with a tooth comb.
Are you eating that mushroom bhaji?
What about the arrest and interview?
Any chance of misconduct?
Police behaved impeccably at the time,
which is jolly inconsiderate of them.
- He didn't have a solicitor, though, did he?
- Didn't want one.
Didn't he, though?
We'll see about that.
Patricia Graves says the Tyler girl
still might come through.
I won't hold my breath.
- What did we order that was red?
- Chicken Marsala?
Looks awfully good.
(Chuckles) It's yours.
I'll have another look at this at home.
Shall I get you a cab?
Oh, dear.
And there was me hoping
we were going to spend the night together.
Unless there is some tremendously fierce
ethical objection, of course.
No. Can't think of a single reason why not.
You are a former client.
- (Chuckles)
- What? What is it? Spinach?
- What? What?
- No.
It's just that... when this week started...
I thought I might end it in prison.
Instead of which,
I'm going to be in bed with my barrister!
- Yes, please.
- (Laughs)
(sighs) I got away early for once.
- You look exhausted.
- Might look like that.
Bursting with energy, really.
- Lizzie?
- Hm?
Do you remember
the anti-Vietnam War demonstrations?
Mm.
Did you enjoy them?
What?
Being baton-charged, and crushed
and trampled on? Loved every second.
(Sighs) I suppose I did a bit.
I was terrified, of course, but...
- Excited?
- Oh, very.
I'd never done anything remotely
anti-establishment in my life before.
It felt morally right, and
gloriously rebellious.
(sighs) I never felt like killing anyone...
if that's what you mean.
Is that what you think the
Jacobs girl was after?
The ultimate thrill?
Well, it crossed my mind.
Wouldn't it be better
if you met them on your own?
You don't want me there.
Why? Is he going to tell us
what a useless student you are?
No. It's just that...
Well, I'd rather not be around
if you're going to talk about me.
Don't worry! We won't embarrass you.
I will.
We're not checking up on you, Kate.
He may be your tutor, but Angela and I
have known each other for ever.
We were at school together.
Oh, fantastic. An evening of ripping yarns
from Mum's school days.
We don't often get a chance to sit down
together as a family much these days.
- You know how much your mother's away.
- Oh, thanks, Jim!
- Well, it's true.
- But it's not family, is it?
It's family, plus my tutor and his wife.
It's embarrassing.
Don't you like him?
No, he's all right, but...
(Sighs)
I didn't have a career
when the children were young.
- It was something I wanted to see if I could do.
- Good for you.
Maybe I should get a top job, see how long
it would take Jeff to notice I'd gone.
- You'd miss me, wouldn't you, darling?
- Of course I would.
When the laundry basket reaches
critical mass, he means.
LIZZIE: The trouble is, you can? let work
take over your life completely.
I hate the fact that family and career
has to be so either or.
I want my other life, as well.
So, got any boyfriends, Kate?
- Shut up!
LIZZIE: Behave yourself, Matt.
So, how's our Kate getting
on, then, Jeffrey?
Dad, you promised.
- We'd better not talk about academic things.
- No, it's fine.
Kate's doing wonderfully well.
She's bright, committed, enthusiastic.
In fact, I can't remember
when I was last so impressed by a student.
Good night.
Thanks.
I think I can manage without
the gory details, Jeremy.
A vivid mental picture of your sex life
could ruin my entire day.
No, Julia, this is the real thing.
She's beautiful, smart, witty, and
absolutely loaded. You should see her place.
- That sounds awfully mercenary.
- No, it's not the money. It's the whole package.
This woman oozes class.
I mean, I don't like
using the word, but I...
You know, I really do think that this...
this might be...
you know, might be love, you know.
Oh, my God, Jeremy,
you've only known her a few days,
and for most of those she was in the dock!
Found innocent.
Anyway, how else are busy barristers
expected to meet new people?
I just think you should be a little more
cautious. You know almost nothing about her.
Nonsense.
You can tell she's blue chip at a glance.
I just think you're rushing your fences.
I'd hate to see you get hurt.
Julia!
It's beginning to sound as if you
actually care about my welfare.
You're right. Forget I said anything.
CLERK". Court, rise.
Mark Thomas Holland,
you are charged that
on 23rd September last
at Cropley Road, London SE6,
you murdered Ian Taylor.
How do you plead?
Guilty or not guilty?
Not guilty.
At the time of his arrest,
the suspect was carrying the knife
in his left-hand jacket pocket.
It was stained with blood,
as were his jacket, shin and hands.
Did you ask him where the knife came from?
He said it belonged to the deceased.
And could he explain
how it came to be in his pocket?
He said he had no memory
of why he put it there.
What did the accused say
about Ian Taylor's death
at the time of this first interview
shortly after his arrest?
That there had been a fight, during which he
had inadvertently stabbed and killed him.
BLAKE: That's what he said.
That he, and he atone was responsible.
Did he say anything about Miriam Jacobs'
whereabouts at the time of Ian Taylor's death?
He told us that she was nowhere near him
at the time.
We'll be hearing from her later, but it would be
fair to say that she didn't exactly support him?
That's right.
- Then you interviewed Mark Holland again.
- Yes, at ten o'clock.
And did you tell him
what Miriam Jacobs had said?
Yes.
- And what was his reaction to that?
- He completely changed his story.
(Clocks chime)
- What is it?
- We've got to talk.
I've been thinking a tot about things.
And I'm not sure. I just think it's
all getting a bit too serious.
I've just left my wife.
I know it's not the first time,
but I've always ignored the signs before.
That night in Cambridge,
did you notice anything about him?
Well, he did seem a little distracted.
By the time he got home,
he was roaring drunk.
He said I stifled him, I didn't give him
enough support - that kind of thing.
I knew there was more to it than that,
so I made him tell me.
We had a huge row and he walked out.
- Do you know who she is?
- He wouldn't tell me.
He said it didn't matter.
It does.
There wasn't a solicitor present
at Mark Holland's first interview?
- No.
- And why was that?
- He said he didn't want one.
- He said he didn't want one.
You have said that Mr Holland's story changed
between his first and second interview.
Yes.
The second time, he said that
Miriam Jacobs killed Ian Taylor.
Yes.
And he said something else, didn't he?
He repeatedly said that she
had betrayed him, didn't he?
Yes, he did say that, but um...
And the reason he felt that
was because in the first interview
he'd tried to protect her.
- He was lying that first time, wasn't he?
- He was certainly lying at some stage.
Well, let's look at that first interview.
He said she was nowhere hear
when Ian Taylor died, didn't he?
- Yes.
- Well, that wasn't true, was it?
No.
- Why would he have said that?
- I don't know.
To protect her.
There can't be any other reason, can there?
The only reason he tied
in that first interview
was out of a desire
to look after the woman he loved.
- There could have been other reasons.
- For what?
For lying-
So, you now accept that he was lying
when he confessed to the killing.
No, no, no.
Thank you, Chief Inspector.
(Lucy giggles)
This is so decadent, Jeremy.
Shouldn't you be out and about preventing
some huge miscarriage of justice?
Nothing more glamorous than an opinion
on an industrial injury claim in Rhyl.
(Laughs)
God, what happened?
Well, something really extremely nasty
involving a crane, a packing case,
and a passing welder.
The circumstances are really very muddy.
My job is to make them... even muddier.
- How horrid.
- Oh, no, no.
I think the chap's expected to make
a complete recovery.
In due course.
The management can't be expected
to dole out huge wads of money
every time some labourer
breaks a fingernail.
(Intercom buzzer)
(lnsistent buzzing)
Mrs Cartwright?
I have an order here requiring you
to leave these premises immediately.
Why did you tell me this was your place?
I didn't. You just assumed it was.
He said I could stay here
for as long as I liked.
Don't you think that's a horrid way
for a friend to behave?
- Well, why don't you buy your own place?
- I... I... I can't afford it.
You can't...
But what about all the money you had?
Well, there's nothing left.
I mean, there is, but it's all
tied up in trust funds and things,
until the divorce is settled.
I suppose you're going to run a mile now.
I'm sorry, Jeremy. I've betrayed your
trust, and I haven't told you the truth.
Just a second, Lucy.
Look, we can work something out.
You can... You can stay at my place.
For a day or two.
- My knight in shining Armour.
- No, Lucy, listen. Listen, Lucy.
As long as you're totally honest with me
from now on.
- All right?
- Mm-hm.
All right.
Mr Kavanagh!
Mr Kavanagh!
Kathy Tyler's agreed to give evidence.
She was right there.
Witnessed the whole thing.
It happened just the way Mark said.
She saw Miriam Jacobs do it.
We've got her, Mr Kavanagh.
We've got her.
I see Miss Tyler's gone out of her way
to make a good impression on the judge.
That's Kathy Tyler?
What?
Get Graves. Meet me in
court in five minutes.
What are we looking for?
If Tyler saw what she claims, she must
have been in, or very near, the alley.
Now watch.
Where have you seen that tattoo before?
Kathy, I have to ask you to leave.
You can't give evidence.
- Why?
- We've seen some news footage.
I was there!
Oh, you bastard!
It's a sodding conspiracy!
You're all in it together!
Mark Holland is innocent!
Get off!
Have you thought about what I said?
Look, if you want to talk, we'll talk.
I'll drive us out to the country, and we can
stay in that little pub you like so much.
I'm going home.
I've got to go to London.
I'll give you a lift.
Did the accused, Mark Holland,
ever come to your house?
Yes, he did.
And did he know where the knife was kept?
Yes, I pointed it out to him once
when we were talking about the Far East.
When did you realise this
knife was missing, Mr Jacobs?
Some time in March. I forget the exact day.
- It wasn't you who realised it had gone, was it?
- No, it was my wife.
- She told you that it had been stolen?
- Yes.
So, you went to the police
and reported the theft?
- No.
- No'?
Why not?
It didn't seem an important enough issue
to involve the police.
How would you describe your relationship
with your daughter?
We are extremely close.
There was a long spell when you didn't
get on very well, wasn't there?
We've had our ups and
downs, like any family.
Ups and downs?
You didn't speak to her for six months
before all this happened.
That was nothing more than a silly row.
It started as long ago as March, Mr Jacobs.
It was March, wasn't it?
Yes.
It was in March the knife went missing.
That had nothing to do with my daughter.
- How do you know that?
- It had nothing to do with Miriam.
You weren't even there, Mr Jacobs.
You were away, on business.
You don't like Mark Holland, do you?
I've nothing against him personally.
So, you hadn't spoken to your daughter
for six months,
and on 23rd September,
she's suddenly desperate to see you.
- That's right, isn't it?
- Yes.
- Where were you when she arrived?
- I was working in my study.
So, she rushed in to see you.
No, my wife came in, and
I went up to Miriam.
Up?
Upstairs. She was in her room.
- What was she doing in her room?
- I've no idea.
No idea? You just said
you went up to see her.
Well, I didn't go immediately. I was busy.
It was... a few minutes before I saw her.
How many minutes?
I don't know. 10 or 15.
So, to get it straight...
your wife told you that the daughter
you hadn't seen or spoken to for six months
needed to see you urgently,
yet you kept her waiting
for a quarter of an hour.
Well, I had no idea the
situation was so grave.
You couldn't have a more urgent crisis,
could you?
She rushes home to see you, her father,
even before going to the police.
She did go to the police.
When she got home,
she had just witnessed a fatal stabbing.
She was very upset.
She spoke to the police
the moment she'd gathered her wits.
Yes, but she only gathered her wits
after she consulted you, didn't she?
(Car pulls up)
Good journey?
I managed to get a lift.
Oh, that's nice.
- Everything all right?
- Fine.
I'll be up in my room.
Aren't you going to say
hello to your father?
He's in the study.
(Doorbell)
Oh, hello, Elizabeth. Kate forgot this.
So, you were Kate's lift.
Could you get her for me?
- I'll give it to her.
- Um... only take a second.
(Lizzie sighs)
Tell me this is not what it looks like.
Look, um...
you ought to know that...
Kate and I have been seeing each other.
What do you mean "seeing each other"?
It's nothing, Jim.
I should go.
Is one of you going to
tell me what's going on?
Kate and I are having a relationship.
What are you talking about, man?
You're her tutor.
I'm sorry you've had to find out like this.
- You're 30 years older than her.
- 24, but that's hardly the point, is it?
Don't talk to me about the bloody point!
You come to my house,
chasing after a student
you're supposed to be responsible for...
Dad!
KAVANAGH: This is blatant harassment!
I'll have you out of that university
quicker than you can blink.
I'll make damn sure you're not in a
position to exploit young people again.
I can assure you, Kate
is not being exploited.
Far from it, in fact.
How dare you!
Oh, shut up, all of you! Please!
I can handle this on my own!
KATE: I can't talk to you right now.
- I'll call you when I'm ready.
- Just one moment, young lady!
LIZZIE: You heard what she said.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to embarrass you.
You disgust me.
LIZZIE: What about Angela?
Doesn't she have some say in this?
- It's between her and me.
LIZZIE: Not any more.
You involved us
when you took advantage of Kate.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
I'm past the point
where shame has much to do with anything.
KATE: Leave me alone!
- Just talk to me.
- It's none of your business.
None of my business.
I would just like some kind of explanation.
If that isn't too much trouble!
God, I was afraid it was
something like this.
Kate? Kate!
The knife was displayed very prominently.
I noticed it had gone missing
almost immediately.
You noticed it had gone
as soon as Mark Holland left the house.
- In March.
- Yes.
And what did you do
when you realised it had gone?
I...checked to see if
anything else was missing.
Then I thought about calling the police.
But finally I decided to wait until my
husband came home from his business trip,
and I told him Mark had taken it.
When your daughter visited you in March,
she left with the defendant, didn't she?
Yes.
Mark Holland didn't take the knife.
She did, didn't she?
That's ridiculous! Miriam
wouldn't steal from us.
She took it as a gesture of defiance
against her father.
MRS JACOBS: No!
He didn't report the theft
because he feared she had taken it.
When your daughter first came in
on the evening of September 23rd,
she was desperate to see her father.
Yes.
- And she ran upstairs and went into her room.
- Yes.
And you went to your husband's study
and told him what had happened.
That's right.
Were you surprised he made her wait for a
quarter of an hour before going up to see her?
Mrs Jacobs?
Well, I... I don't remember precisely.
Your husband has testified that he
worked for a further 10 or 15 minutes
before going to see Miriam.
Is that not the case?
Well, I...
Well, I really can't...
Well, it was such a terrible evening.
Well, yes,
I suppose it must have happened like that.
Right.
What did you do during that time?
I went up to see if she was all right.
So, you went into her room to speak to her?
I was on the landing.
The landing?
Why didn't you go in?
It's... It's my daughter's private room.
One doesn't just barge in.
Come on, Mrs Jacobs.
You must have been worried about her.
Why didn't you go in and speak to her?
I couldn't.
Oh'?
Why was that?
She'd locked the door.
Locked it?
Why?
Mrs Jacobs,
why did your daughter lock the door?
Er...
Well, because...
she was in the shower.
Because she was in the shower.
So, um___what do you think'?
Very nice.
I don't think I've ever seen
you like this before, Jeremy.
- Like what?
- Well, good-natured.
Contentment does things to a man.
Hm.
It doesn't sit quite well, somehow.
It's like having a Rottweiler
fetch your slippers.
What does she do, anyway?
Lucy doesn't currently do anything.
She's resting.
After the abuses of a hideous marriage,
and considerable emotional turmoil.
- You mean she's living off you.
- That's a really vulgar way of putting it.
Anyway, it's a purely
temporary arrangement,
until she can son out
her financial affairs.
Oh, my God, Jeremy.
You're giving her money.
How much?
Hardly anything. A couple of thousand.
Do you think that's wise?
You hardly know her.
So you keep saying. I disagree.
Much as I hate to ruin
your recently-improved opinion of me,
could you keep your thoughts
about my romantic disposition to yourself?
I gather it was a miracle Jeremy
got her off in the first place.
Jules, there's only one rule when it comes to
other people's sex lives - don't interfere.
Normally, yes.
But what if Lucy's taking him for a ride?
Look, even if she is, and I appreciate
you've known him longer than me,
but this is Jeremy we're talking about.
Moral dilemma of the day-should one
throw a life belt to a drowning rat?
You knew he was married.
Yes, I knew he was married.
- But you got involved with him anyway.
- Why are you attacking her? She's only 19!
- It's not her fault.
- Nobody's attacking anyone.
I just want to know what
happened, that's all.
I saw him a few times away from college.
I liked him. He was fun to be around.
I suppose I was infatuated.
- You love him now?
- No.
So, it was just a bit of adventure, was it?
- That's hardly fair.
- Dad, I can stand up for myself.
I liked him. And I was having fun.
And that's all I was really thinking about.
I didn't know he was
taking it so seriously.
You don't think a married man
having an affair is serious?
You tell me, Mum.
You're the expert on
affairs in this family.
I lost sight of Mark for a moment.
Then I saw him chasing someone
onto the pavement.
The man was wearing a Union Jack T-shin, and...
he tripped and fell over a metal barrier.
And where were you by the
time this took place?
In the road a few yards away.
And what did you do
when you saw what was happening?
I moved nearer and shouted to Mark.
I was scared. I wanted to get out.
- And did you succeed in attracting his attention?
- No.
Either he didn't hear me, or he ignored me.
I saw him reach into his jacket pocket,
and then hit the boy
who was lying on the ground.
It was only a few seconds later
I realised he had a knife in his hand.
I saw him lean down again, and when he looked
up, there was blood all over his shin.
Oh, you bitch. Tell 'em like it was.
Ssh!
Miss Jacobs, why did it take you over four
hours to go to the police with what you knew?
I don't know. I panicked.
I just wanted to get away, stay out of it.
And I really cared about Mark.
I didn't know what to do.
BLAKE: And what made you change your mind?
My father.
[My father asked me if I could live with
myself if I didn't own up to what] knew.
And in the end...
no matter how much I felt for Mark,
I knew I couldn't.
Can you remember
what clothes you were wearing
when you went on the march
of September 23rd, Miss Jacobs?
Yes. Er... black leather jacket,
cream top and blue jeans, I think.
And you changed out of those clothes when
you got home before going to the police?
No, I didn't change.
I was in shock.
I really wasn't thinking about my wardrobe.
I wore the same clothes all day.
I see. Thank you.
Why did you go on the march that day,
Miss Jacobs?
I wanted to show
I was against racism and violence.
You went because you found the prospect of
confrontation and violence exciting, didn't you?
No.
What did you feel when the police line
was breached and the violence started?
I felt very scared. I
didn't want to get hurt.
Actually, you enjoyed it, didn't you?
That's absurd. It was terrifying.
You got a kick out of being that close
to real danger, didn't you?
That's rubbish.
With Your Honour's leave, I'd like to take this
witness through the video tape evidence again.
TV. Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off...
That's not the face of a
terrified woman, is it?
Appearances can be deceptive.
- You're loving every second, aren't you?
- No.
You were on a high of
excitement, weren't you?
No, I was scared.
Look, I'm not on trial here.
You're making things took
bad when they're not.
Mark did it. I saw him.
I had nothing to do with it.
Miss Jacobs, why did you have a shower
when you got home on September 23rd?
I can't remember having a shower.
Your mother says you did.
And that's why you looked your door
for 15 minutes when you got in.
Then I must have done. I er...
can't remember.
I was very confused.
You ran into the house...
demanding to see your
father, is that right?
Yes.
You wanted to see him urgently,
but instead of going the few yards
into his study,
you looked your own door
for a quarter of an hour
and had a shower, didn't you?
Yes.
Very understandable.
The events of the day had left you feeling
exhausted and dirty, hadn't they?
Well, yes. I needed to get myself together.
And having had a shower,
you then changed into fresh
clothes, didn't you?
No.
I did not put on new clothes.
Are you seriously asking
this court to believe
that you went to all the trouble
of having a shower
only to put on your soiled outfit'?
Yes, because it's the truth.
The reason you rushed into that shower
was because Ian Taylor's blood
was on your face and hands.
Wasn't it?
And you did change your
clothes, didn't you?
You changed them for the same reason
that you had a shower.
Because they were heavily bloodstained.
Miss Jacobs, what happened
to those clothes?
Yes, can you give me the balance
for my account, please?
How much?
Thank you.
From what he's told me,
she more or less threw herself at him.
Even if that were true,
it doesn't make him any less responsible.
- Oh, you're taking her side, of course.
- It's not a question of sides.
Your daughter took what she wanted
without a thought for anybody else.
Have you any idea what it feels like
to be humiliated like this, Lizzie?
I want her kept away from him.
Keep her away from him? Good God, Angela!
He was the one who abused
a position of power!
Do you have any idea what an official
complaint would do to his career?
- Is that a threat?
- Look, I'm trying to make you understand
that we could take this a lot further
than we have.
If it was only up to Jim, we would,
but we're trying to be fair.
I don't think you're
being very fair to Kate.
I know Jeffrey's a fool,
but this wasn't his fault.
I know you're angry, Angela, but this
is my daughter we're talking about.
So, that's your final word, is it?
I won't let you insult her.
Then I don't think we have anything more
to say to each other.
She'd still got the knife.
I bent over to have a look at him.
There was blood all over the place.
I stuck my hand where it was coming out,
but there was no way I could stop it.
I looked up.
And she was about a yard away,
just son of staring.
Her shin was covered in blood,
and she chucked the knife
down on the ground.
Why did you take the blame for that stabbing
in the first interview with the police?
The way I felt about her then...
I would have said anything
to keep her out of it.
That probably seems dumb, but...
I never met anyone like that before.
Why did you change your mind?
I had a chance to think.
Then I heard all that crap
she'd come up with about me doing it.
I realised she was just going to walk away
and dump me in it.
She betrayed me without a second's thought.
I realised I was on my own.
I think I need more space.
Do you know what's going on with Kate?
She won't talk to me.
It's possibly because your temper
goes between 0 and 60 in five seconds flat.
Yeah, you're right. I should be calmer.
He's in his 40s,
married with three kids,
a serial adulterer, and stroppy with it.
What more could a man want
for his only daughter?
She'll be all right. She's tough.
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
I've done some asking around.
These are statements from some of the men
Lucy has deceived.
She poses as a wealthy aristocrat,
temporarily embarrassed for cash,
takes them for everything they've got,
then moves on.
She's a complete fake, Jeremy.
If you don't take action, she'll ruin you -
professionally and personally.
What on earth gives you the right
to interfere in my private life like this?
Probably nothing.
But it's done now.
And even if you never speak to me again, at
least you'll have to do something about Lucy.
Julia.
She's been cashing forged cheques
on my account.
Rather a tot of money, as it happens.
If I press charges, it'll
have to go to court.
I'll look a complete idiot.
A laughing stock in the
eyes of the profession.
That's exactly what she's banking on - that
you'll be too embarrassed to take any action.
There's something else
that you might not understand.
Whatever it might look like...
I happen to believe
that she's genuinely fond of me.
Mr Holland, it was Ian Taylor's
blood on your shin, wasn't it?
Yes.
Your fingerprints on the murder weapon.
Yes.
You did make a statement
admitting you killed him, didn't you?
Yes, I did, but that was before...
Nobody saw Miriam Jacobs with the knife,
did they?
No.
Nobody, apart from you,
has placed her positively at your side
while {an Taylor lay dying, have they?
No.
- She wasn't there, was she?
- Oh, she was there.
This attempt to pin the blame on her
is nothing more than a desperate ploy
to get yourself out of trouble.
I'm telling the truth.
It's just your word against hers.
Yes. And my word counts for something.
BLAKE: And neither she nor her family
can be trusted, can they?
- No.
- You cant trust any of their class can you?
No.
They're all liars, these class enemies.
- Yes! The whole, corrupt, stinking lot of' 'em!
- You hate them, like you hated Ian Taylor.
- Yes, they're as bad as him and his kind. Yes!
- They deserve to die too, don't they?
I didn't kill him.
I put it to you, Mr Holland,
that the only person
lying here today is you.
How many more times do you want me to f...
How many more times
do you want me to say this?
Ian Taylor stood for everything you hated,
and that is why you killed him, isn't it?
If it wasn't for Miriam,
Ian Taylor would be alive today.
I just don't think I feel
the way you want me to.
I'm sorry.
JEFFREY: Well, you did to begin with.
I don't know.
I was very flattered.
- I was having an awful lot of fun.
- But that's all it was. Hm.
I see.
(Laughs) Well, no point brooding.
It's not really so important, is it?
- But I thought you...
- Thought what?
That I was taking it all deathly seriously?
(Laughs) Come on, Kate!
You weren't the only one
having fun, you know.
But you told Angela.
But you don't seriously imagine
I was going to leave her, do you?
No. Our marriage has been through
worse things than this.
It'll survive, I expect.
Then I don't understand
why you were so upset.
Oh, probably a case of
my vanity being bruised.
I overreacted, that's all.
Don't worry about it, Kate.
It's um... probably coming to
its natural conclusion anyway... isn't it?
I suppose so.
Well, all's well that ends well.
Hm?
Goodbye.
- Aren't you ready yet? We're going to be late.
- There's some people coming to see you.
- What people?
- Police people.
I've asked them to talk to you about
the money you've stolen from me.
Ah.
Look, I... I was going to repay you
as soon as I could.
- Well, I'd better be off, then.
- What's the point?
They'll find you in a moment.
All the same.
I think you should know
that I won't hesitate to prosecute.
I'll just say you gave me the money.
It'll be awfully messy.
Well, I must dash.
For what it's worth...
you were great fun.
Thank you.
You're a bit of a shit, of course.
But the right woman
could make something of you.
I'll bear that in mind.
Look, I know how you feel about all this,
but I don't want it to go any further.
I don't know. Your...
Your father's very angry.
It's my life, Mum.
It should be up to me to decide.
I don't want you to report
Jeff to the college.
Well, I'll talk to him. If you're sure
that's the way you want to play it.
I want you to know it's over.
Well, I can't say I'm sorry.
And, Mum,
what I said the other
day about your affair,
I was wrong.
And I'm sorry you lost a friend
because of what I did.
I really messed up, didn't I'?
(Knock at door)
What do you want?
I heard about Lucy's arrest.
It's good for a giggle, isn't it?
Silly, vain barrister falls
for blatant con woman.
I came to say I was sorry.
I think what you did in reporting her
was right and brave.
Julia behaved outrageously.
What possessed her to interfere like that?
I think she did what anyone should do
for a friend - she looked out for you.
Mark Holland has told you
that Miriam Jacobs committed this offence.
But I suggest the evidence
tells you otherwise.
It was Mark Holland
who led the chase into the alley.
It was Mark Holland who fought
with the victim, Ian Taylor.
It was Mark Holland who was caught
running away after the killing.
And, having been caught,
covered in his victim's blood,
it was Mark Holland
who had the murder weapon in his pocket.
And if any doubts remain in your mind,
Mark Holland himself has told you,
through his first interview
with the police,
that he was holding the knife
as it penetrated Ian Taylor's heart.
A large number of people chased Ian Taylor
down that alleyway.
One of whom was Miriam Jacobs.
A large number of people
were involved in the tussle.
One of whom was probably Miriam Jacobs.
There is no evidence that Mark Holland
produced the knife.
In fact, the knife belonged
to Miriam Jacobs' father.
However, even if you disbelieve all
or pan of her evidence,
it does not automatically follow
that Mark Holland is innocent.
There is direct evidence
linking him to this crime,
and there is also the
matter of his confession,
which you may feel is er...
very significant.
Now, you must take all these factors
into account
as you consider your verdict.
(Low conversation)
Members of the jury, have you reached
a verdict on which you all agree?
We have.
On the charge of murder,
how do you find the defendant Mark Holland?
Guilty or not guilty?
Guilty.
JUDGE: Mark Thomas Holland,
you have been found guilty of
a vicious and cowardly murder.
There is only one sentence allowed
by the law in these circumstances.
You will go to prison for life.
I'm sure Mr Kavanagh will talk to you
about the possibility of an appeal, Mark.
Mark?
I wish you'd seen her that morning.
She was magic.
So clear.
So determined.
I was afraid
I wouldn't be able to go through with it.
Frightened I'd let her down.
I just wanted to be as strong as she was.
She put the knife in my hand.
After that, it was easy.
There won't be an appeal.
She's not walking away from this.
Congratulations, Mr Kavanagh.
You did a first-class job.
Did I?
He's going to prison for life.
Yes.
But you made damn sure
he's not going to be the only one.
- To the end of a nightmare.
- Yes. Well done, darling.
(Doorbell)
I'll go.
Miss Jacobs...
we have reason to believe that you were involved
in the conspiracy to murder Ian Taylor.
This is a warrant to search these premises.
Daddy?
Daddy!
At least Lucy had the decency to plead
guilty and spare you a court appearance.
Probably banking on a lighter sentence.
Perhaps she genuinely wanted
to save you any more pain.
- What?
- I mean, maybe you were special.
Perhaps she really did
have a soft spot for you.
I think that's remarkably
perceptive of you, Julia.
They planned it together.
She thought she was in the clear.
Have you told Kate about this?
She's got other things on her mind.
Anyway, she's not here very much any more.
She'll still be able to sleep here.
She'll be fine.
Are you sure you really need a study?
Oh, yes. Especially now.
This is my last trip to Strasbourg.
Here's my letter of resignation.
- Look, if this is because of the Kate business...
- Oh, it's nothing to do with that.
The job just isn't what I thought
it was going to be, that's all.
I-I don't want you coming
back on my account.
Matt and I are managing just fine.
Don't you want me to come back?
Of course I want you to come back.
Well, then, I will.
All right, fine.
That's settled, then.
- Aren't you pleased?
- Of course I'm pleased.
I'll miss the big car and
the minibar, though.
Get the real socialist newspaper!
Stop the fascists! Stop the Nazis!
- Action For Socialism. Stop the fascists! Go on!
- Join the march!
Action For Socialism!
There's a march tomorrow.
Action For Socialism.
- (Shouting)
- Help stop the fascists!
(Shouting)
Oi!
Fascist bastards!
Mark!
- You all right?
- You all right?
Yeah, it's nothing. Fascist morons.
- Any luck?
- Well, two copies in two hours.
One of them thought I was flogging War Cry.
You've done enough. Come on.
- See you later.
- Fine.
Thanks.
(Impatient hooting)
(Hooting continues)
- You're well out of order, Miriam Jacobs.
- Rubbish.
- You wanted to quit.
- Yeah, I know, but I shouldn't have.
Forget it. Tomorrow's what it's all about.
MIRIAM: Selling papers is for amateurs.
Restaurant Camiselle, s'il vous plaît.
Why not?
Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.
- I just couldn't get away.
- It's OK.
It's just another two-bottle
night in Strasbourg.
Slumming it tonight, then?
Oh, my God. It speaks.
I'm going to be upstairs, yeah?
What are you doing with that bimbo, Mark?
Class enemy if ever I saw one, mate.
She's playing at it.
- No way is she committed.
- Make your own bloody pasta.
BOY". it's your turn.
The rally starts at three o'clock,
in case you're still interested!
I'll be there, Kath. And so will she.
And if you reckon she's not going to get her
hands dirty, you've another think coming!
I'm getting the hang of it now.
The way to get what you want here
is to come at it from the right angle.
You can't just go barging in head-on.
Mind you, the red tape
can get you down a bit.
Never use one form when 15 will do.
Oh, God, I'm sorry.
- I'll stop. I can hear myself banging on.
- No, no, go on. I'm interested.
Oh, Jim.
Putting up with late wives
and late planes every week.
- It hasn't been easy, has it?
- I'm not complaining.
What are you thinking about?
The march.
What's going to happen.
- Are you frightened?
- No, of course not.
Are you?
No.
I haven't felt so excited in my whole life.
I mean, all people ever do is talk.
As though talking would
have stopped Hitler.
As though it's going to stop the same thing
from happening again.
That's why I'm here with you.
We both know that talking is not enough.
KAVANAGH: Do you think Kate will
be all right? LIZZIE: Don't worry.
She'll be fine once she settles in.
At least we know
she's going to be well looked after.
I mean, of all the tutors in Cambridge,
she manages to end up with the husband
of one of my oldest friends.
- How long is it since you've seen Angela?
- Ages.
Too long.
It'll be nice to have an excuse
to catch up with her.
- And what's her husband like?
- Jeffrey? I've seen him a couple of times.
He seemed very nice.
Quite a star academically, apparently.
This is a bloody awful way to live.
Not that I'm complaining.
I'm proud of us, you know.
We've worked hard at this. I don't think
we could have handled it any better.
(All chant) Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
Black and white unite to fight,
smash the Nazi scum.
(Angry shouting)
Black and white unite to fight...
(All shout at once)
Stay behind the barriers!
I repeat. Stay behind the barriers!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
(Sirens)
Get out of here!
Go on, go!
Get off!
Argh!
Poached slivers of monkfish and scallops
in a vegetable broth.
- What are scallops?
- Good question.
Hang on, hang on.
This could be good.
Pan-fried breast of wild pigeon
with stewed red cabbage and blackcurrants.
With chips?
I promised your mother I'd feed you
properly, so choose something.
11, 17, 21 and 38.
When she comes home, for God's sake
tell her we eat off plates occasionally.
(Electronic bleep)
This interview is being taped
at 1815 hours, September 23rd.
Present are Detective
Chief Inspector Knowland,
Detective Sergeant Vestey,
and the suspect, Mark Holland.
You do not have to say anything
but it may harm your defence
if you fail to mention when questioned
something you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.
You are entitled to have
a solicitor present.
Do you want a solicitor?
No. I don't need one.
I'll tell you what happened.
Miriam?
- Get Daddy for me!
- Are you all right? What's happened? Miriam?
Darling?
He was a big bloke.
Skinhead, Union Jack T-shirt_
I can't remember much else.
Just your typical fascist-type.
Ian Taylor. 17 years old, slim
build, 5 foot 7 inches tall.
Not exactly the master race.
(Sighs) I thought he was going to kill me.
Where er...
Where was your girlfriend at this time?
She was nowhere near. She er...
I told her to stay put
as we went through the police line.
I didn't want her to get hurt.
Um... She stayed at the top of the road
with the rest of the marchers.
Where did the knife come from?
He was holding it.
He came at me.
I got hold of his arm, and...
the next thing I knew,
we were both on the ground.
With all these people on top of us.
Did you stab him, Mark?
I felt something wet.
I looked at my hand, and
there was blood on it.
I don't know if it was me.
I'm not taking a chance
on what this boy might say to the police.
The minute my solicitor gets here,
you must tell him everything,
exactly as you told me.
And then we'll all go
to the police together.
It was terrible, Daddy.
(Low conversation)
Stop messing us about, Mark!
We know it was you who had the knife.
We know you chased the boy,
held him down, and stabbed him!
Miriam's been talking to us.
She's here now.
She saw the whole thing.
And she's prepared to swear to it.
I don't believe you.
She was standing 10 yards away from you
in the road.
- She watched you do it.
- She wouldn't say that.
Your girlfriend was right there!
She watched you murder him!
She's stuffed you, son.
So why not start telling us the truth?
- I want a solicitor.
- What?
Get me a solicitor!
MARK: Miriam came through the line with me.
She was right there.
She took this knife out of her pocket.
I couldn't believe it.
I thought it was a joke.
And... And then she
stabbed him in the chest.
Here.
From right up close.
He went down,
and Miriam just stood there, staring.
She had blood all down her clothes.
She chucked the knife down on the ground,
and I picked it up for some reason.
I shouted at her to get
the hell out the way.
And she ran away.
Why did you say it was you?
I did that to keep her out of it.
What do they can it?
Chivalry.
I did that for her!
And she betrayed me.
I took off my own ring,
while I was trying on some others,
and... well, I suppose I must have left it on the
counter and walked out wearing the wrong one.
- So, you took the ring by accident?
- Well, yes.
But I have been...
extremely absent-minded recently.
Why recently, Mrs Cartwright?
Since my husband left me.
How much money did you have on you
when you were arrested?
Nearly £1,000.
Mrs Cartwright, the value of the ring
on your finger when you left the store
was much greater than the one
you left behind, wasn't it?
Well, in monetary terms, perhaps,
but not in sentimental value.
Mrs Cartwright, you deliberately substituted the
valuable ring for the worthless one, didn't you?
No, that is simply not true.
I would never do anything like that.
I am an honest person.
Members of the jury,
you've heard the facts in this case.
And it's perfectly plain
that the prosecution has been unable
to provide any evidence of dishonesty.
It was a mistake. That's all.
You might feel that this mistake
was due to the stress
caused by the defendant's marital problems.
You might also feel that it made no sense
for her to steal something
that she could easily afford to buy.
What is quite clear
is that, on the evidence,
there was no dishonesty,
and no intention of permanently
depriving the store of the ring.
Hot stuff there, Jeremy.
You almost had me cheering you on.
I find I'm always articulate
in a worthy cause.
Still, I don't suppose the words
"incredibly guilty" mean much.
Your cynicism does you no
credit whatsoever, Griffiths.
CLERK: How do you find the defendant
Lucy Cartwright? Guilty or not guilty?
Not guilty.
- Well done.
- Oh, well, I didn't do anything.
You were marvellous.
According to Patricia Graves,
Holland is still very angry and resentful,
particularly towards the girl.
Hardly surprising, I suppose.
What's his background?
Lower middle class, not much money.
Worked hard enough at the local
comprehensive to get himself to university,
then chucked it in after a year, when he
became involved with far-left politics.
Parents were devastated.
They've never forgiven him.
Their attitude seems to be
that he made his choice years ago,
and they won't have anything more
to do with him.
His political chums
are the only family he's got now.
- Any history of violence?
- Not to speak of.
Rent-a-mob appearances at demos and
strikes. Nothing like this before.
And what about the girl?
Wealthy parents, tolerant, liberal
background. Bit of a high-flyer.
Nothing in common with
Holland, at first glance.
Says she was naive, under his influence.
So, what have you got?
She says he did it, he says she did it.
He admits it, then promptly
contradicts himself.
His prints on the knife,
victim's blood on his shin.
She's a nice, impressionable girl
from the top drawer,
he's a bolshie oik with
a chip on his shoulder.
Hm. Very promising for
you, James, I must say.
- I can't possibly accept this, Mrs Cartwright.
- Oh, Lucy, please.
You know, there are some people who think
I might be unwise to see you.
- Why? Am I doing something wrong?
- No, no, of course not.
There are those who view that it's
best to keep one's professional life
rigorously separate from one's personal.
It's rather a stuffy view, I think.
Jeremy, you saved my life.
You simply must let me
do something for you.
- I'll er... see you in the Grill Room at 7:30.
- Bye.
Taking your work home
again, Mr Aldermarten'?
She's an ex-client.
Well, you've done your bit.
I'd leave it at that, if I was you.
Really, Tom,
you sound positively Victorian at times.
Pretty girl.
Was she?
Hm.
It's a perfectly innocent situation.
I see nothing wrong with giving oneself
a little pat on the back from time to time.
You're completely transparent, Jeremy.
If she wasn't so good-looking,
she'd have never got in the door.
Rubbish. It's just a meal.
- It would have been churlish to refuse.
- Churlishness has never been a problem.
Ow!
The knife you say Miriam took out of
her pocket, had you seen it before?
Yeah. On the sideboard at her dad's place.
She said it was a holiday souvenir.
Indonesia, or some place.
Alan Jacobs says you stole it.
Alan Jacobs is a lying git.
He says it disappeared after you
and his daughter visited the house
some time in March last year.
KAVANAGH: Did you go to the house
at around that time?
March, yeah? Yeah, I was there.
Miriam wanted to see her mum.
We waited until Jacobs was away
on a business trip.
- Why didn't you go when he was there?
- He hated my guts, for a start.
And anyway,
Miriam and him had had a row.
They weren't speaking.
- What was the row about?
- Politics.
A little more detail would help us
with your defence, Mr Holland.
Anything you can remember.
Her dad... reckoned it was me
that got Miriam into Direct Action.
Said I was a bad influence on her.
Which was a joke.
The only influence he was worried about
was his own.
Couldn't bear her having a mind of her own.
The only time I met him, all he did
was have a go, like it was my fault.
I don't need that bollocks.
I walked out, and she came with me.
- How long was that before the rally?
- About March, sometime.
For all I know, they weren't speaking
for about six months.
Were you ever on your own
in the room where the knife was kept?
Don't be silly.
I wasn't exactly her mum's
favourite pin-up boy, either.
She used to watch me like a hawk.
Probably thought I was going to gob
on the Axminster.
Do you remember what Miriam was wearing
on the morning of the rally?
Um...
black leather jacket,
blue jeans and um...
__some kind of tight top.
Yellow. Cream, I think.
Are you absolutely sure that outfit
was bloodstained when she ran away?
Yes, I'm sure!
Look, what about Kathy?
She was there. She'll back me up.
Kathy Tyler. She had a room in the house.
Refusing to make any kind of statement.
(Mark laughs bitterly)
Yeah.
Yeah, that's Kathy.
Stubborn little cow.
Mr Holland, why did you tell the police
that you might have stabbed Ian Taylor?
Miriam is a sister. She's one of us.
We don't let each other down, you know?
It's um... not just that.
Have you seen her?
She's just...
I mean...
I would have done anything for her.
Anything-
I was in love.
Really in love.
(sighs) And er...
the minute the Coppers got hold of me...
all I could think about
was to keep Miriam out of it.
That's how messed up about her I was.
I thought she was really into it.
I thought she hated the fascists
and she loved me. (Laughs)
Yes!
Wrong on both counts.
She was just off on some selfish
little trip of her own.
It can't end up like this.
I don't want to go to prison
for something that she did.
A guy's dead.
And er... she's just going to walk away.
To British justice.
(Lucy laughs)
It's been a wonderful evening, Jeremy.
You must think I'm...
shockingly forward.
I mean, I barely know you,
but one senses a son of...
spark.
(Chuckles)
Oh, God!
- I must be a bit pissed.
- No, no, no. Not at all.
I feel the same.
A bit pissed. No!
I'm sorry, madam. The expiry date.
Oh, how utterly stupid.
You'll take a cheque?
Please, allow me.
This really is too much.
I've made such a hash of things.
I can't even buy a meal successfully.
Lucy! Hey...
It's all right. Ssh!
It's all right. Don't worry.
TV. Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off our streets!
KAVANAGH: Run it back a second.
JULIA: Pity we can? see what she's wearing.
Look at her face, though.
KAVANAGH: She's having
the time of her life.
(TV off)
There were ten or more
people in that alleyway.
JULIA: Whatever they saw,
they wont get involved.
Another dozen people were arrested.
What about them?
Either nose down in the back
of a police van at the time,
or fighting their own private wars.
There's nothing to help us.
I've been through the disclosure material
with a tooth comb.
Are you eating that mushroom bhaji?
What about the arrest and interview?
Any chance of misconduct?
Police behaved impeccably at the time,
which is jolly inconsiderate of them.
- He didn't have a solicitor, though, did he?
- Didn't want one.
Didn't he, though?
We'll see about that.
Patricia Graves says the Tyler girl
still might come through.
I won't hold my breath.
- What did we order that was red?
- Chicken Marsala?
Looks awfully good.
(Chuckles) It's yours.
I'll have another look at this at home.
Shall I get you a cab?
Oh, dear.
And there was me hoping
we were going to spend the night together.
Unless there is some tremendously fierce
ethical objection, of course.
No. Can't think of a single reason why not.
You are a former client.
- (Chuckles)
- What? What is it? Spinach?
- What? What?
- No.
It's just that... when this week started...
I thought I might end it in prison.
Instead of which,
I'm going to be in bed with my barrister!
- Yes, please.
- (Laughs)
(sighs) I got away early for once.
- You look exhausted.
- Might look like that.
Bursting with energy, really.
- Lizzie?
- Hm?
Do you remember
the anti-Vietnam War demonstrations?
Mm.
Did you enjoy them?
What?
Being baton-charged, and crushed
and trampled on? Loved every second.
(Sighs) I suppose I did a bit.
I was terrified, of course, but...
- Excited?
- Oh, very.
I'd never done anything remotely
anti-establishment in my life before.
It felt morally right, and
gloriously rebellious.
(sighs) I never felt like killing anyone...
if that's what you mean.
Is that what you think the
Jacobs girl was after?
The ultimate thrill?
Well, it crossed my mind.
Wouldn't it be better
if you met them on your own?
You don't want me there.
Why? Is he going to tell us
what a useless student you are?
No. It's just that...
Well, I'd rather not be around
if you're going to talk about me.
Don't worry! We won't embarrass you.
I will.
We're not checking up on you, Kate.
He may be your tutor, but Angela and I
have known each other for ever.
We were at school together.
Oh, fantastic. An evening of ripping yarns
from Mum's school days.
We don't often get a chance to sit down
together as a family much these days.
- You know how much your mother's away.
- Oh, thanks, Jim!
- Well, it's true.
- But it's not family, is it?
It's family, plus my tutor and his wife.
It's embarrassing.
Don't you like him?
No, he's all right, but...
(Sighs)
I didn't have a career
when the children were young.
- It was something I wanted to see if I could do.
- Good for you.
Maybe I should get a top job, see how long
it would take Jeff to notice I'd gone.
- You'd miss me, wouldn't you, darling?
- Of course I would.
When the laundry basket reaches
critical mass, he means.
LIZZIE: The trouble is, you can? let work
take over your life completely.
I hate the fact that family and career
has to be so either or.
I want my other life, as well.
So, got any boyfriends, Kate?
- Shut up!
LIZZIE: Behave yourself, Matt.
So, how's our Kate getting
on, then, Jeffrey?
Dad, you promised.
- We'd better not talk about academic things.
- No, it's fine.
Kate's doing wonderfully well.
She's bright, committed, enthusiastic.
In fact, I can't remember
when I was last so impressed by a student.
Good night.
Thanks.
I think I can manage without
the gory details, Jeremy.
A vivid mental picture of your sex life
could ruin my entire day.
No, Julia, this is the real thing.
She's beautiful, smart, witty, and
absolutely loaded. You should see her place.
- That sounds awfully mercenary.
- No, it's not the money. It's the whole package.
This woman oozes class.
I mean, I don't like
using the word, but I...
You know, I really do think that this...
this might be...
you know, might be love, you know.
Oh, my God, Jeremy,
you've only known her a few days,
and for most of those she was in the dock!
Found innocent.
Anyway, how else are busy barristers
expected to meet new people?
I just think you should be a little more
cautious. You know almost nothing about her.
Nonsense.
You can tell she's blue chip at a glance.
I just think you're rushing your fences.
I'd hate to see you get hurt.
Julia!
It's beginning to sound as if you
actually care about my welfare.
You're right. Forget I said anything.
CLERK". Court, rise.
Mark Thomas Holland,
you are charged that
on 23rd September last
at Cropley Road, London SE6,
you murdered Ian Taylor.
How do you plead?
Guilty or not guilty?
Not guilty.
At the time of his arrest,
the suspect was carrying the knife
in his left-hand jacket pocket.
It was stained with blood,
as were his jacket, shin and hands.
Did you ask him where the knife came from?
He said it belonged to the deceased.
And could he explain
how it came to be in his pocket?
He said he had no memory
of why he put it there.
What did the accused say
about Ian Taylor's death
at the time of this first interview
shortly after his arrest?
That there had been a fight, during which he
had inadvertently stabbed and killed him.
BLAKE: That's what he said.
That he, and he atone was responsible.
Did he say anything about Miriam Jacobs'
whereabouts at the time of Ian Taylor's death?
He told us that she was nowhere near him
at the time.
We'll be hearing from her later, but it would be
fair to say that she didn't exactly support him?
That's right.
- Then you interviewed Mark Holland again.
- Yes, at ten o'clock.
And did you tell him
what Miriam Jacobs had said?
Yes.
- And what was his reaction to that?
- He completely changed his story.
(Clocks chime)
- What is it?
- We've got to talk.
I've been thinking a tot about things.
And I'm not sure. I just think it's
all getting a bit too serious.
I've just left my wife.
I know it's not the first time,
but I've always ignored the signs before.
That night in Cambridge,
did you notice anything about him?
Well, he did seem a little distracted.
By the time he got home,
he was roaring drunk.
He said I stifled him, I didn't give him
enough support - that kind of thing.
I knew there was more to it than that,
so I made him tell me.
We had a huge row and he walked out.
- Do you know who she is?
- He wouldn't tell me.
He said it didn't matter.
It does.
There wasn't a solicitor present
at Mark Holland's first interview?
- No.
- And why was that?
- He said he didn't want one.
- He said he didn't want one.
You have said that Mr Holland's story changed
between his first and second interview.
Yes.
The second time, he said that
Miriam Jacobs killed Ian Taylor.
Yes.
And he said something else, didn't he?
He repeatedly said that she
had betrayed him, didn't he?
Yes, he did say that, but um...
And the reason he felt that
was because in the first interview
he'd tried to protect her.
- He was lying that first time, wasn't he?
- He was certainly lying at some stage.
Well, let's look at that first interview.
He said she was nowhere hear
when Ian Taylor died, didn't he?
- Yes.
- Well, that wasn't true, was it?
No.
- Why would he have said that?
- I don't know.
To protect her.
There can't be any other reason, can there?
The only reason he tied
in that first interview
was out of a desire
to look after the woman he loved.
- There could have been other reasons.
- For what?
For lying-
So, you now accept that he was lying
when he confessed to the killing.
No, no, no.
Thank you, Chief Inspector.
(Lucy giggles)
This is so decadent, Jeremy.
Shouldn't you be out and about preventing
some huge miscarriage of justice?
Nothing more glamorous than an opinion
on an industrial injury claim in Rhyl.
(Laughs)
God, what happened?
Well, something really extremely nasty
involving a crane, a packing case,
and a passing welder.
The circumstances are really very muddy.
My job is to make them... even muddier.
- How horrid.
- Oh, no, no.
I think the chap's expected to make
a complete recovery.
In due course.
The management can't be expected
to dole out huge wads of money
every time some labourer
breaks a fingernail.
(Intercom buzzer)
(lnsistent buzzing)
Mrs Cartwright?
I have an order here requiring you
to leave these premises immediately.
Why did you tell me this was your place?
I didn't. You just assumed it was.
He said I could stay here
for as long as I liked.
Don't you think that's a horrid way
for a friend to behave?
- Well, why don't you buy your own place?
- I... I... I can't afford it.
You can't...
But what about all the money you had?
Well, there's nothing left.
I mean, there is, but it's all
tied up in trust funds and things,
until the divorce is settled.
I suppose you're going to run a mile now.
I'm sorry, Jeremy. I've betrayed your
trust, and I haven't told you the truth.
Just a second, Lucy.
Look, we can work something out.
You can... You can stay at my place.
For a day or two.
- My knight in shining Armour.
- No, Lucy, listen. Listen, Lucy.
As long as you're totally honest with me
from now on.
- All right?
- Mm-hm.
All right.
Mr Kavanagh!
Mr Kavanagh!
Kathy Tyler's agreed to give evidence.
She was right there.
Witnessed the whole thing.
It happened just the way Mark said.
She saw Miriam Jacobs do it.
We've got her, Mr Kavanagh.
We've got her.
I see Miss Tyler's gone out of her way
to make a good impression on the judge.
That's Kathy Tyler?
What?
Get Graves. Meet me in
court in five minutes.
What are we looking for?
If Tyler saw what she claims, she must
have been in, or very near, the alley.
Now watch.
Where have you seen that tattoo before?
Kathy, I have to ask you to leave.
You can't give evidence.
- Why?
- We've seen some news footage.
I was there!
Oh, you bastard!
It's a sodding conspiracy!
You're all in it together!
Mark Holland is innocent!
Get off!
Have you thought about what I said?
Look, if you want to talk, we'll talk.
I'll drive us out to the country, and we can
stay in that little pub you like so much.
I'm going home.
I've got to go to London.
I'll give you a lift.
Did the accused, Mark Holland,
ever come to your house?
Yes, he did.
And did he know where the knife was kept?
Yes, I pointed it out to him once
when we were talking about the Far East.
When did you realise this
knife was missing, Mr Jacobs?
Some time in March. I forget the exact day.
- It wasn't you who realised it had gone, was it?
- No, it was my wife.
- She told you that it had been stolen?
- Yes.
So, you went to the police
and reported the theft?
- No.
- No'?
Why not?
It didn't seem an important enough issue
to involve the police.
How would you describe your relationship
with your daughter?
We are extremely close.
There was a long spell when you didn't
get on very well, wasn't there?
We've had our ups and
downs, like any family.
Ups and downs?
You didn't speak to her for six months
before all this happened.
That was nothing more than a silly row.
It started as long ago as March, Mr Jacobs.
It was March, wasn't it?
Yes.
It was in March the knife went missing.
That had nothing to do with my daughter.
- How do you know that?
- It had nothing to do with Miriam.
You weren't even there, Mr Jacobs.
You were away, on business.
You don't like Mark Holland, do you?
I've nothing against him personally.
So, you hadn't spoken to your daughter
for six months,
and on 23rd September,
she's suddenly desperate to see you.
- That's right, isn't it?
- Yes.
- Where were you when she arrived?
- I was working in my study.
So, she rushed in to see you.
No, my wife came in, and
I went up to Miriam.
Up?
Upstairs. She was in her room.
- What was she doing in her room?
- I've no idea.
No idea? You just said
you went up to see her.
Well, I didn't go immediately. I was busy.
It was... a few minutes before I saw her.
How many minutes?
I don't know. 10 or 15.
So, to get it straight...
your wife told you that the daughter
you hadn't seen or spoken to for six months
needed to see you urgently,
yet you kept her waiting
for a quarter of an hour.
Well, I had no idea the
situation was so grave.
You couldn't have a more urgent crisis,
could you?
She rushes home to see you, her father,
even before going to the police.
She did go to the police.
When she got home,
she had just witnessed a fatal stabbing.
She was very upset.
She spoke to the police
the moment she'd gathered her wits.
Yes, but she only gathered her wits
after she consulted you, didn't she?
(Car pulls up)
Good journey?
I managed to get a lift.
Oh, that's nice.
- Everything all right?
- Fine.
I'll be up in my room.
Aren't you going to say
hello to your father?
He's in the study.
(Doorbell)
Oh, hello, Elizabeth. Kate forgot this.
So, you were Kate's lift.
Could you get her for me?
- I'll give it to her.
- Um... only take a second.
(Lizzie sighs)
Tell me this is not what it looks like.
Look, um...
you ought to know that...
Kate and I have been seeing each other.
What do you mean "seeing each other"?
It's nothing, Jim.
I should go.
Is one of you going to
tell me what's going on?
Kate and I are having a relationship.
What are you talking about, man?
You're her tutor.
I'm sorry you've had to find out like this.
- You're 30 years older than her.
- 24, but that's hardly the point, is it?
Don't talk to me about the bloody point!
You come to my house,
chasing after a student
you're supposed to be responsible for...
Dad!
KAVANAGH: This is blatant harassment!
I'll have you out of that university
quicker than you can blink.
I'll make damn sure you're not in a
position to exploit young people again.
I can assure you, Kate
is not being exploited.
Far from it, in fact.
How dare you!
Oh, shut up, all of you! Please!
I can handle this on my own!
KATE: I can't talk to you right now.
- I'll call you when I'm ready.
- Just one moment, young lady!
LIZZIE: You heard what she said.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to embarrass you.
You disgust me.
LIZZIE: What about Angela?
Doesn't she have some say in this?
- It's between her and me.
LIZZIE: Not any more.
You involved us
when you took advantage of Kate.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
I'm past the point
where shame has much to do with anything.
KATE: Leave me alone!
- Just talk to me.
- It's none of your business.
None of my business.
I would just like some kind of explanation.
If that isn't too much trouble!
God, I was afraid it was
something like this.
Kate? Kate!
The knife was displayed very prominently.
I noticed it had gone missing
almost immediately.
You noticed it had gone
as soon as Mark Holland left the house.
- In March.
- Yes.
And what did you do
when you realised it had gone?
I...checked to see if
anything else was missing.
Then I thought about calling the police.
But finally I decided to wait until my
husband came home from his business trip,
and I told him Mark had taken it.
When your daughter visited you in March,
she left with the defendant, didn't she?
Yes.
Mark Holland didn't take the knife.
She did, didn't she?
That's ridiculous! Miriam
wouldn't steal from us.
She took it as a gesture of defiance
against her father.
MRS JACOBS: No!
He didn't report the theft
because he feared she had taken it.
When your daughter first came in
on the evening of September 23rd,
she was desperate to see her father.
Yes.
- And she ran upstairs and went into her room.
- Yes.
And you went to your husband's study
and told him what had happened.
That's right.
Were you surprised he made her wait for a
quarter of an hour before going up to see her?
Mrs Jacobs?
Well, I... I don't remember precisely.
Your husband has testified that he
worked for a further 10 or 15 minutes
before going to see Miriam.
Is that not the case?
Well, I...
Well, I really can't...
Well, it was such a terrible evening.
Well, yes,
I suppose it must have happened like that.
Right.
What did you do during that time?
I went up to see if she was all right.
So, you went into her room to speak to her?
I was on the landing.
The landing?
Why didn't you go in?
It's... It's my daughter's private room.
One doesn't just barge in.
Come on, Mrs Jacobs.
You must have been worried about her.
Why didn't you go in and speak to her?
I couldn't.
Oh'?
Why was that?
She'd locked the door.
Locked it?
Why?
Mrs Jacobs,
why did your daughter lock the door?
Er...
Well, because...
she was in the shower.
Because she was in the shower.
So, um___what do you think'?
Very nice.
I don't think I've ever seen
you like this before, Jeremy.
- Like what?
- Well, good-natured.
Contentment does things to a man.
Hm.
It doesn't sit quite well, somehow.
It's like having a Rottweiler
fetch your slippers.
What does she do, anyway?
Lucy doesn't currently do anything.
She's resting.
After the abuses of a hideous marriage,
and considerable emotional turmoil.
- You mean she's living off you.
- That's a really vulgar way of putting it.
Anyway, it's a purely
temporary arrangement,
until she can son out
her financial affairs.
Oh, my God, Jeremy.
You're giving her money.
How much?
Hardly anything. A couple of thousand.
Do you think that's wise?
You hardly know her.
So you keep saying. I disagree.
Much as I hate to ruin
your recently-improved opinion of me,
could you keep your thoughts
about my romantic disposition to yourself?
I gather it was a miracle Jeremy
got her off in the first place.
Jules, there's only one rule when it comes to
other people's sex lives - don't interfere.
Normally, yes.
But what if Lucy's taking him for a ride?
Look, even if she is, and I appreciate
you've known him longer than me,
but this is Jeremy we're talking about.
Moral dilemma of the day-should one
throw a life belt to a drowning rat?
You knew he was married.
Yes, I knew he was married.
- But you got involved with him anyway.
- Why are you attacking her? She's only 19!
- It's not her fault.
- Nobody's attacking anyone.
I just want to know what
happened, that's all.
I saw him a few times away from college.
I liked him. He was fun to be around.
I suppose I was infatuated.
- You love him now?
- No.
So, it was just a bit of adventure, was it?
- That's hardly fair.
- Dad, I can stand up for myself.
I liked him. And I was having fun.
And that's all I was really thinking about.
I didn't know he was
taking it so seriously.
You don't think a married man
having an affair is serious?
You tell me, Mum.
You're the expert on
affairs in this family.
I lost sight of Mark for a moment.
Then I saw him chasing someone
onto the pavement.
The man was wearing a Union Jack T-shin, and...
he tripped and fell over a metal barrier.
And where were you by the
time this took place?
In the road a few yards away.
And what did you do
when you saw what was happening?
I moved nearer and shouted to Mark.
I was scared. I wanted to get out.
- And did you succeed in attracting his attention?
- No.
Either he didn't hear me, or he ignored me.
I saw him reach into his jacket pocket,
and then hit the boy
who was lying on the ground.
It was only a few seconds later
I realised he had a knife in his hand.
I saw him lean down again, and when he looked
up, there was blood all over his shin.
Oh, you bitch. Tell 'em like it was.
Ssh!
Miss Jacobs, why did it take you over four
hours to go to the police with what you knew?
I don't know. I panicked.
I just wanted to get away, stay out of it.
And I really cared about Mark.
I didn't know what to do.
BLAKE: And what made you change your mind?
My father.
[My father asked me if I could live with
myself if I didn't own up to what] knew.
And in the end...
no matter how much I felt for Mark,
I knew I couldn't.
Can you remember
what clothes you were wearing
when you went on the march
of September 23rd, Miss Jacobs?
Yes. Er... black leather jacket,
cream top and blue jeans, I think.
And you changed out of those clothes when
you got home before going to the police?
No, I didn't change.
I was in shock.
I really wasn't thinking about my wardrobe.
I wore the same clothes all day.
I see. Thank you.
Why did you go on the march that day,
Miss Jacobs?
I wanted to show
I was against racism and violence.
You went because you found the prospect of
confrontation and violence exciting, didn't you?
No.
What did you feel when the police line
was breached and the violence started?
I felt very scared. I
didn't want to get hurt.
Actually, you enjoyed it, didn't you?
That's absurd. It was terrifying.
You got a kick out of being that close
to real danger, didn't you?
That's rubbish.
With Your Honour's leave, I'd like to take this
witness through the video tape evidence again.
TV. Nazi scum, get off our streets!
Nazi scum, get off...
That's not the face of a
terrified woman, is it?
Appearances can be deceptive.
- You're loving every second, aren't you?
- No.
You were on a high of
excitement, weren't you?
No, I was scared.
Look, I'm not on trial here.
You're making things took
bad when they're not.
Mark did it. I saw him.
I had nothing to do with it.
Miss Jacobs, why did you have a shower
when you got home on September 23rd?
I can't remember having a shower.
Your mother says you did.
And that's why you looked your door
for 15 minutes when you got in.
Then I must have done. I er...
can't remember.
I was very confused.
You ran into the house...
demanding to see your
father, is that right?
Yes.
You wanted to see him urgently,
but instead of going the few yards
into his study,
you looked your own door
for a quarter of an hour
and had a shower, didn't you?
Yes.
Very understandable.
The events of the day had left you feeling
exhausted and dirty, hadn't they?
Well, yes. I needed to get myself together.
And having had a shower,
you then changed into fresh
clothes, didn't you?
No.
I did not put on new clothes.
Are you seriously asking
this court to believe
that you went to all the trouble
of having a shower
only to put on your soiled outfit'?
Yes, because it's the truth.
The reason you rushed into that shower
was because Ian Taylor's blood
was on your face and hands.
Wasn't it?
And you did change your
clothes, didn't you?
You changed them for the same reason
that you had a shower.
Because they were heavily bloodstained.
Miss Jacobs, what happened
to those clothes?
Yes, can you give me the balance
for my account, please?
How much?
Thank you.
From what he's told me,
she more or less threw herself at him.
Even if that were true,
it doesn't make him any less responsible.
- Oh, you're taking her side, of course.
- It's not a question of sides.
Your daughter took what she wanted
without a thought for anybody else.
Have you any idea what it feels like
to be humiliated like this, Lizzie?
I want her kept away from him.
Keep her away from him? Good God, Angela!
He was the one who abused
a position of power!
Do you have any idea what an official
complaint would do to his career?
- Is that a threat?
- Look, I'm trying to make you understand
that we could take this a lot further
than we have.
If it was only up to Jim, we would,
but we're trying to be fair.
I don't think you're
being very fair to Kate.
I know Jeffrey's a fool,
but this wasn't his fault.
I know you're angry, Angela, but this
is my daughter we're talking about.
So, that's your final word, is it?
I won't let you insult her.
Then I don't think we have anything more
to say to each other.
She'd still got the knife.
I bent over to have a look at him.
There was blood all over the place.
I stuck my hand where it was coming out,
but there was no way I could stop it.
I looked up.
And she was about a yard away,
just son of staring.
Her shin was covered in blood,
and she chucked the knife
down on the ground.
Why did you take the blame for that stabbing
in the first interview with the police?
The way I felt about her then...
I would have said anything
to keep her out of it.
That probably seems dumb, but...
I never met anyone like that before.
Why did you change your mind?
I had a chance to think.
Then I heard all that crap
she'd come up with about me doing it.
I realised she was just going to walk away
and dump me in it.
She betrayed me without a second's thought.
I realised I was on my own.
I think I need more space.
Do you know what's going on with Kate?
She won't talk to me.
It's possibly because your temper
goes between 0 and 60 in five seconds flat.
Yeah, you're right. I should be calmer.
He's in his 40s,
married with three kids,
a serial adulterer, and stroppy with it.
What more could a man want
for his only daughter?
She'll be all right. She's tough.
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
I've done some asking around.
These are statements from some of the men
Lucy has deceived.
She poses as a wealthy aristocrat,
temporarily embarrassed for cash,
takes them for everything they've got,
then moves on.
She's a complete fake, Jeremy.
If you don't take action, she'll ruin you -
professionally and personally.
What on earth gives you the right
to interfere in my private life like this?
Probably nothing.
But it's done now.
And even if you never speak to me again, at
least you'll have to do something about Lucy.
Julia.
She's been cashing forged cheques
on my account.
Rather a tot of money, as it happens.
If I press charges, it'll
have to go to court.
I'll look a complete idiot.
A laughing stock in the
eyes of the profession.
That's exactly what she's banking on - that
you'll be too embarrassed to take any action.
There's something else
that you might not understand.
Whatever it might look like...
I happen to believe
that she's genuinely fond of me.
Mr Holland, it was Ian Taylor's
blood on your shin, wasn't it?
Yes.
Your fingerprints on the murder weapon.
Yes.
You did make a statement
admitting you killed him, didn't you?
Yes, I did, but that was before...
Nobody saw Miriam Jacobs with the knife,
did they?
No.
Nobody, apart from you,
has placed her positively at your side
while {an Taylor lay dying, have they?
No.
- She wasn't there, was she?
- Oh, she was there.
This attempt to pin the blame on her
is nothing more than a desperate ploy
to get yourself out of trouble.
I'm telling the truth.
It's just your word against hers.
Yes. And my word counts for something.
BLAKE: And neither she nor her family
can be trusted, can they?
- No.
- You cant trust any of their class can you?
No.
They're all liars, these class enemies.
- Yes! The whole, corrupt, stinking lot of' 'em!
- You hate them, like you hated Ian Taylor.
- Yes, they're as bad as him and his kind. Yes!
- They deserve to die too, don't they?
I didn't kill him.
I put it to you, Mr Holland,
that the only person
lying here today is you.
How many more times do you want me to f...
How many more times
do you want me to say this?
Ian Taylor stood for everything you hated,
and that is why you killed him, isn't it?
If it wasn't for Miriam,
Ian Taylor would be alive today.
I just don't think I feel
the way you want me to.
I'm sorry.
JEFFREY: Well, you did to begin with.
I don't know.
I was very flattered.
- I was having an awful lot of fun.
- But that's all it was. Hm.
I see.
(Laughs) Well, no point brooding.
It's not really so important, is it?
- But I thought you...
- Thought what?
That I was taking it all deathly seriously?
(Laughs) Come on, Kate!
You weren't the only one
having fun, you know.
But you told Angela.
But you don't seriously imagine
I was going to leave her, do you?
No. Our marriage has been through
worse things than this.
It'll survive, I expect.
Then I don't understand
why you were so upset.
Oh, probably a case of
my vanity being bruised.
I overreacted, that's all.
Don't worry about it, Kate.
It's um... probably coming to
its natural conclusion anyway... isn't it?
I suppose so.
Well, all's well that ends well.
Hm?
Goodbye.
- Aren't you ready yet? We're going to be late.
- There's some people coming to see you.
- What people?
- Police people.
I've asked them to talk to you about
the money you've stolen from me.
Ah.
Look, I... I was going to repay you
as soon as I could.
- Well, I'd better be off, then.
- What's the point?
They'll find you in a moment.
All the same.
I think you should know
that I won't hesitate to prosecute.
I'll just say you gave me the money.
It'll be awfully messy.
Well, I must dash.
For what it's worth...
you were great fun.
Thank you.
You're a bit of a shit, of course.
But the right woman
could make something of you.
I'll bear that in mind.
Look, I know how you feel about all this,
but I don't want it to go any further.
I don't know. Your...
Your father's very angry.
It's my life, Mum.
It should be up to me to decide.
I don't want you to report
Jeff to the college.
Well, I'll talk to him. If you're sure
that's the way you want to play it.
I want you to know it's over.
Well, I can't say I'm sorry.
And, Mum,
what I said the other
day about your affair,
I was wrong.
And I'm sorry you lost a friend
because of what I did.
I really messed up, didn't I'?
(Knock at door)
What do you want?
I heard about Lucy's arrest.
It's good for a giggle, isn't it?
Silly, vain barrister falls
for blatant con woman.
I came to say I was sorry.
I think what you did in reporting her
was right and brave.
Julia behaved outrageously.
What possessed her to interfere like that?
I think she did what anyone should do
for a friend - she looked out for you.
Mark Holland has told you
that Miriam Jacobs committed this offence.
But I suggest the evidence
tells you otherwise.
It was Mark Holland
who led the chase into the alley.
It was Mark Holland who fought
with the victim, Ian Taylor.
It was Mark Holland who was caught
running away after the killing.
And, having been caught,
covered in his victim's blood,
it was Mark Holland
who had the murder weapon in his pocket.
And if any doubts remain in your mind,
Mark Holland himself has told you,
through his first interview
with the police,
that he was holding the knife
as it penetrated Ian Taylor's heart.
A large number of people chased Ian Taylor
down that alleyway.
One of whom was Miriam Jacobs.
A large number of people
were involved in the tussle.
One of whom was probably Miriam Jacobs.
There is no evidence that Mark Holland
produced the knife.
In fact, the knife belonged
to Miriam Jacobs' father.
However, even if you disbelieve all
or pan of her evidence,
it does not automatically follow
that Mark Holland is innocent.
There is direct evidence
linking him to this crime,
and there is also the
matter of his confession,
which you may feel is er...
very significant.
Now, you must take all these factors
into account
as you consider your verdict.
(Low conversation)
Members of the jury, have you reached
a verdict on which you all agree?
We have.
On the charge of murder,
how do you find the defendant Mark Holland?
Guilty or not guilty?
Guilty.
JUDGE: Mark Thomas Holland,
you have been found guilty of
a vicious and cowardly murder.
There is only one sentence allowed
by the law in these circumstances.
You will go to prison for life.
I'm sure Mr Kavanagh will talk to you
about the possibility of an appeal, Mark.
Mark?
I wish you'd seen her that morning.
She was magic.
So clear.
So determined.
I was afraid
I wouldn't be able to go through with it.
Frightened I'd let her down.
I just wanted to be as strong as she was.
She put the knife in my hand.
After that, it was easy.
There won't be an appeal.
She's not walking away from this.
Congratulations, Mr Kavanagh.
You did a first-class job.
Did I?
He's going to prison for life.
Yes.
But you made damn sure
he's not going to be the only one.
- To the end of a nightmare.
- Yes. Well done, darling.
(Doorbell)
I'll go.
Miss Jacobs...
we have reason to believe that you were involved
in the conspiracy to murder Ian Taylor.
This is a warrant to search these premises.
Daddy?
Daddy!
At least Lucy had the decency to plead
guilty and spare you a court appearance.
Probably banking on a lighter sentence.
Perhaps she genuinely wanted
to save you any more pain.
- What?
- I mean, maybe you were special.
Perhaps she really did
have a soft spot for you.
I think that's remarkably
perceptive of you, Julia.
They planned it together.
She thought she was in the clear.
Have you told Kate about this?
She's got other things on her mind.
Anyway, she's not here very much any more.
She'll still be able to sleep here.
She'll be fine.
Are you sure you really need a study?
Oh, yes. Especially now.
This is my last trip to Strasbourg.
Here's my letter of resignation.
- Look, if this is because of the Kate business...
- Oh, it's nothing to do with that.
The job just isn't what I thought
it was going to be, that's all.
I-I don't want you coming
back on my account.
Matt and I are managing just fine.
Don't you want me to come back?
Of course I want you to come back.
Well, then, I will.
All right, fine.
That's settled, then.
- Aren't you pleased?
- Of course I'm pleased.
I'll miss the big car and
the minibar, though.