Silk (2011–2014): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

- Half your age?
- I know.

It's wrong. It won't end well.

He knows it's against the rules.

Billy...

We're not sure how he fits in
to modern life.

What are you saying, miss?

When you've had 15 years at the bar,
I might be interested in your opinion.

Right now, you don't exist.

This is not about me.

This is about who the jury believes.

So, Abortion Act, 1967.



Let's book you in, shall we?

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Well, you're in front of Donovan,
so you never know.

Well, why are you here?

Client needs to know the result quickly.

Is the client all right?

Why would I grant bail to a 16-year-old
with four pages of form

and a trial date a few days away?
Why would I do that?

Good morning, Your Honour.

Good morning, Miss Costello.

Gross indecency, public place,
broad daylight.

Could go to prison for some time
if convicted.

Why would I take the risk?

It's his mother's funeral
tomorrow afternoon.



That's a prison issue.

Yes, it is, but they can't
or they won't take him

and, well, he's threatening
to commit suicide.

That's emotional blackmail.

Well, four suicides
in the last three years

where Mark Draper is being held
and 38 serious attempts.

They're not very good at keeping
vulnerable children safe.

Are you saying he'd be less safe
in custody than he would be on bail?

It's a brave proposition
for any member of the bar to put.

Oh, braver still for a judge
to act on it.

Are you flattering me, Miss Costello?

I wouldn't try that on someone
with Your Honour's integrity.

He's 16 years old, his mother is dead

and he wants to say goodbye to her.

- Is there a father on the scene?
- No.

Where would he stay?

There has to be a residence condition,
and a proper one,

so that a curfew can be enforced.

I'm sorry, I really am,
but I can't grant unconditional bail.

Martha. Go on.

35 Maverly Street, NW5.

Whose address is that?

It's Michael Connelly, Your Honour.

My instructing solicitor.

That is a brave proposition.

You're one of a kind, Michael Connelly.

Just trying to do what people should
have been doing from a long time ago.

And what's stopping them?

He is.

And... And the nice man that got
chatting to Mark three years ago

in an amusement arcade
in Leicester Square.

- A pimp?
- Uh-huh.

But Mark's been on remand
for four months.

Away from his pimp.

This is our chance, Martha.

- Miss.
- Jake.

Do you want to thank me
for the listing?

What?

I'm not sure any other judge
in that building

- would've given your boy bail.
- Oh. Thank you, Billy.

He's always quite fancied you,
old Donovan.

You really know how to
make a girl feel good.

Thanks, miss.

You're the best there is, miss.

Bet you say that to
every member of chambers.

Ah, you're a product, miss,

with a USP I can sell
over and over again.

When I put you up for something,
everybody knows what they're getting.

And what are they getting?

Now you're just fishing.

I'm pregnant.

Can you sell that?

I thought barristers weren't allowed
to wear their robes outside the court.

Do I care about rules like that?

The Lord Chief.

- Hi, Bob.
- Hello, Niamh.

Bob?

Bob the Lord Chief?

What kind of pupil are you,
Niamh Cranitch?

First time in 15 years

I've known something about
me own life before you do.

You don't know what to do, do you?

No.

We'll manage this.

When a barrister comes back to chambers
in his wig and gown,

what's he saying, Jakey boy?

He wants everybody to know

he's been over the road
in the Court of Appeal?

Bang on.
Clerking in his blood, that boy.

Don't tell anyone, Billy.

Of course I won't.

- Hello, Shoe Lane Chambers...
- Good result, sir?

It'll be in The Times legal report,
so, uh,

good publicity for chambers,
which is what matters.

You're the best there is, sir.

Billy?

Yep, two minutes, miss.

You in court this morning, Martha?

Just a bail application.
Nothing, really.

- Yes, miss?
- Aged debt.

- Miss?
- ?9,000, I know,

dating back two years.

- Well, I've tried...
- No, you haven't.

What's that, miss?

You don't want to rock the boat
with big solicitors

by demanding payment for
a junior member of chambers

when the same solicitors bring
the senior end so much heavy work.

- That's not true.
- You're lying.

I can read your face like a book.

Okay. Quid pro quo.

The money is tight at the junior end
so there's no room for new tenants.

I don't want any newcomers
taking a bite of my small pie.

We say no to both of them. Agreed?

That's for chambers to vote on.

Not many go against what you want.

- Pupil.
- Yeah?

Turnbull and everything since.
I need all the case law by 6:00 tonight.

- Start with Archbold.
- Yeah, I don't actually...

- Yes?
- Nothing.

Good luck.

- Been a while since we co-defended.
- Have we ever?

September 1999,
multi-handed common assault,

Hendon Mags, we went in there
all wigs blazing,

we killed them, all of us walked.
It was unforgettable.

Yeah, except you don't wear wigs
in Magistrates court.

Yeah, well, metaphorically speaking.

Noah, I was just wondering
if I could borrow your Archbold.

Oh, sorry. I don't bring it
into chambers when I don't need it.

Mr. Zeigler,
Andrew Wiles, your con, is here.

The cottaging? You're having
your con in chambers?

- Yeah. You're not?
- No. Five minutes, morning of the trial.

It's not like legal aid's
got money to throw around.

- Sorry about the Archbold.
- Don't worry.

What he means is
he spends no time in Crown Court

so he doesn't actually
need his Archbold.

He hasn't left home in years.
Where's yours?

On order.

If you'd care to follow me, Dr Wiles,
my office is just upstairs.

You all right?

- Hello.
- Hi.

Mark, this is Martha Costello.

That man there, Michael Connelly,

I can't tell you
what professional risks he's taking

by having you on bail in his house.

Don't betray that trust.

Is that your sports car in the car park?

Yeah.

Where are you from, Mark?

Stoke.

It's a dump.

Yeah, it's a horrible, miserable dump.

But they do have Rory Delap.

You haven't really given Michael
any instructions.

And we need instructions.

I wasn't doing anything.

Do you spend time in that park?

No.

Never been there before.

And the toilet,
it's a notorious cottage, is it?

I don't know.

It was the first time
I'd ever been there

and I was just taking a piss
and the copper jumped us.

How old were you
when you started working, Mark?

Can I tell Martha?

Thirteen.

Ran away from home and came to London.

- Drugs?
- I don't do drugs.

My mum.

It's what he's running away from.

She died of a heroin overdose.

I'm sorry.

Glue?

Yeah.

Tell me about the people
arrested with you.

I know one was a middle-aged man
and the other about your age.

What else can you tell me?

A suit

and a leather jacket.

- That's it.
- And had you seen them before?

Nobody even goes cottaging any more.

It's bullshit, this.

The jury will almost certainly hear
about your previous convictions

for indecency and dishonesty.

Nobody will believe you were there
to have a pee.

Well, they'll have to.

I didn't do it.
I wasn't even in a cubicle.

I need to know about this
if you want me to help you, Mark.

I'm not pleading guilty.

That's fine. I'm not going to push you
into anything you don't want.

That's the deal.

So what were you doing?

- Going for a walk?
- I swear on my mum's life.

They're, um...

Heavy.

- Michael.
- Hello.

- Is the funeral in Stoke?
- Mmm-hmm.

And who's paying for him getting there?

Well, Stoke City Reserves
are playing at home,

and I have always dreamed of
seeing Stoke City Reserves.

- Oh, no, no, no.
- Ah-ah-ah. Half.

Please.

Thank you, Martha.

- Bye-bye, Clive.
- Bye.

Dorothea complex.

What?

Women in love with the idea
of helping people.

Just don't try and compete with
St Michael in the compassion stakes.

I do what I can.

So do I.

There's a thin line between
helping people and self-indulgence.

I mean, how long do you actually get,
10 minutes in their lives?

And then you step right in and... I
mean, what are you actually going to do?

Are you a social worker, a parent,
a psychiatrist?

Who do you think we are?

You know, the best thing you can do,
and the most honest, is win.

That's what it's all about. And move on
to the next one and win that.

The rest is just ego.

If you really did invest
in everyone you represented,

you'd have burned out years ago,
and you haven't, have you?

You always, always pick up when I call.

Get in here now, sir.

Right. Dangerous dogs.

- Holloway Mags.
- When?

Now. Go.

- It's half past one.
- So you're late.

Hello. Yes, I've got Noah Zeigler.

And it's husband and wife
and they hate each other.

Yeah, he's 17 years. Cool?

Quick coffee?

The cottaging?

Anyone would think
you didn't have a life to live, Martha.

Okay. Okay. Um...

- Where's Holloway Mags?
- I don't know.

Don't get headless.

It takes 15 minutes to get there,
and they know you're coming.

So three minutes with me now
will help you.

Right, so single issue.
Always the same.

Is it a pit bull or not?
So it's length of hips,

width of skull, size of bite.

Measure these
against the breed standard.

Will the dog be there?

No. No, the measurements
are in the brief.

The dog's in custody.
And it's secret location nowadays

'cause owners started mounting
these mad rescue bids.

Okay. Measurements, Nick.

The bigger the difference
from the breed standard,

the easier it is to argue that
you're a Labrador or whatever.

Male or female?

Is your dangerous dog a boy or a girl?

Uh, girl. Oh, no, no, no,
that's Niamh's dog that's the girl.

- So you're co-defending with Niamh?
- Yeah.

They'll send a member of chambers
down to watch.

That's what clerks do to get a look at
rival pupils in court.

You're in a contest.

No, no, no, it is my dog
that's the girl.

Okay. Well, ask someone
if she's an entire bitch.

Just makes you sound like
you know what you're talking about.

- You look different.
- Mmm. Fresh lipstick.

- Go!
- Right.

Thanks, ma'am.

- Oh. Um, Nick?
- What?

Temperament. That's the other thing.

Cross-examine the prosecution's
expert on the dog's personality.

Because they never spend
more than 10 minutes with the dog.

Okay.

Which one
would you take on, Jake?

- The thing about Niamh...
- Yeah?

She's got, like, quite nice jugs.

Okay, Jake, leaving the jugs aside.

I don't know.

You ever seen the film Sophie's Choice?

Meryl Streep and a Nazi
concentration camp guard.

He offers to let
one of her two children live.

She has to choose between them.

- Which one does she save?
- Can't remember.

- Neither.
- No, no, no, that's not right, John.

Well, there's not enough work
at the bottom end to go round.

It'd be unfair on the junior tenants
to take either people on.

Counsel is instructed to represent
Steve Crocker, owner of Frank,

who is charged under
Section One of the Dangerous Dogs Act.

Counsel will be aware
of the usual defence.

The usual defence.

Yeah, like how long are your legs,
how thick is your tail,

that kind of thing.

Um, Niamh. Niamh.

When I left primary school, right,
we had this leavers assembly

and everyone had to go up and shake
the hand of the head,

it was like her way of giving us
a blessing or something.

But everyone loved Miss Tweeny
'cause she smelled really great.

There was this one kid,
Nicky Young.

And when he went up,
she bent down to shake his hand,

and do you know what he did?

He kissed her, full on,
right on the mouth.

But it was brilliant. The whole
place erupted with laughter then.

Apart from me.

Why not you?

Because I knew what he meant.

He didn't want to go
and he did want to go.

And it was his way of expressing that.

I don't understand.

Right. Let's, um, let's do this.

Are you the mother of Phoebe?

Oh, God. Sorry. Um...

Owner. Owner, not mother.

- Steve Crocker?
- Yeah.

I'm Niamh Cranitch,
I'll be representing you today.

- It's nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

I hope you can sort this out
for me.

Okay. Right.

This is Frank.

Right. Good name.

Good, honest name.

- Yes, miss?
- My cottaging trial on Monday.

- It's listed for two days.
- Yes, miss.

Can you keep me out of court
on Wednesday?

Just for one day.

Are you sure?

No.

Take the Monday and the Tuesday.

I can't. I'm doing this.

I'll return it. They won't miss you
and I think you need the time.

Speak of the Devil.

- Michael.
- Can you speak?

Yeah.

I've had to go to Dorking.
Mark's in the caf? under our office.

I'm sure he'll be okay but...

No, no, no, I understand.
No, he shouldn't be on his own.

I'm sorry, Martha.

No, it's okay.

- Twenty minutes?
- Okay, thanks. Bye.

I've got to make sure
a vulnerable teenager

makes it to his mum's funeral tomorrow.

How would I do this with a baby?

Hello, mate. Can I ask you a question?

When you've got two defendants
and you're cross-examining a witness,

who goes first?

I'm the usher.

Yeah, well, you've probably seen
about 4,000 cases.

- Whoever's first on the list.
- Thanks, mate.

Um, Martha said the measurements
would be in the brief?

- Yeah.
- For the dog, like, for Phoebe,

but not the breed standards
they're measured against.

Shall I call the solicitor?

And make it look
you don't know what you're doing?

- They'll never brief you again.
- Well, I'll Google it, then.

- Two minutes.
- Okay.

Word of advice.
Fiddling with your phone

in front of the client
doesn't look good.

Why are you here?

To watch you two.
See who's got what it takes.

Boy from up north, or a family friend
of the Lord Chief Justice.

In case you're worried,
my judgement on your performance

- will be purely professional.
- Right.

Steve Crocker and Sue Crocker.

About time.

Look up "pit bull, breed standard".

I'm as clear as it's possible to be

that Phoebe and Frank
are pit bull terrier types

within the meaning of the act.

Um...

How long did you spend with Phoebe?

I took my time.

Oh, really? Like, 10 minutes? Fifteen?

Four hours.

It's vital to look properly
at temperament

as well as physical makeup.

I wouldn't ever want to appear in court

without giving a dog
a fair crack of the whip,

- given the penalty.
- The penalty?

The death penalty.

Is there a defence expert?

Um...

No. No, there isn't.

Well, you'd better
put your case properly.

Yeah, um...

My case is that

Phoebe is not a pit bull terrier type.

- She is.
- She's not.

Very incisive, Mr. Slade.

Are you planning on deepening
your line of questioning?

Um, is Phoebe an entire bitch?

Yes.

Thank you.

Frank.

Front leg from point of elbow
to the ground,

one-third of his height at the withers.

Breed standard, half of
the dog's height at the withers.

- Well...
- Right or wrong?

- Right.
- Frank's tail,

one and a half inches around at the base

and one and a half inches at the tip.

Breed standard, two inches at the base

and half an inch at the tip.

- Yes.
- What kind of a pit bull is Frank?

Uh, small one. Possibly a runt.

He's not a runt. How dare you?

So small that it's possible
he's a Staffordshire.

- What was the verdict?
- Guilty.

What, both?

Yeah, both.
The magistrate just hates dogs.

Uh, sorry, but where are you?

In the foyer. You?

Babysitting. Look, I'm really sorry
but I've got to go.

Mitigation. What can I say
to save Phoebe's life?

Well, sometimes, Nick,
you've just got to face the music.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

Mr. Connelly's working.

So you needed some company.

Who'll be at the funeral?

Don't know.

Nobody.

Don't know.

Mark?

Thanks.

What for?

For getting me out on bail.

My mum.

Feels good.

I mean, it's bad.

But it feels good to be going up there,
you know, for her.

It's Mr. Connelly you should thank.

Maybe I could repay him
by not betraying his trust.

Hello?

Yeah.

I can't get ahold of him. I need you
to keep calling him until you get him.

And when you do, can you tell him
to ring me straight away?

Yes, miss. Who, miss?

Oh. Michael Connelly.

- What's happening?
- I don't want to talk about it.

Because we're co-defending

or because you're stupid enough
to get in too close to a rent boy?

Somebody has to take responsibility.

I will not just stand there
and let a child disappear from view

as if he never existed.

You will. You'll have to.

Coprophagia.

Do you know what it's like
living with coprophagia?

I can imagine.

Tore us apart, me and him.

- Could I ask you a question?
- Hmm.

What is an entire bitch?

She's not.
I'll tell you that for nothing.

- Sorry?
- Why do you think we never had any kids?

I gave them one last night together.

You know, normally when
Phoebe was in heat

we'd keep them apart
for obvious reasons but...

I couldn't...
You know, maybe it's the woman in me.

Their last night together.

Bye.

- You love dogs, don't you?
- What do you want?

I know I'm not allowed to know where
the kennel is but you know where it is.

And, um, well, you saw Phoebe there
two days after the arrest.

What do you want?

Can you call them?
There's a question I need you to ask.

Mr. Slade.

Phoebe suffers from coprophagia.

Which is an incredibly serious condition
which she and her loving owner

have had to live with for, um...

Well, um, for years.

Thank you, Mr. Slade.

Anything more?

She's pregnant.

Phoebe is pregnant.

You can't kill unborn puppies

and you can't kill a mother who's
pregnant with unborn puppies.

Because that would be...

This is England.

Is there a case law on this?

Yes.

There's a discretion to place any dog
on the Index of Exempted Dogs.

You can't destroy pregnant bitches.

Exempt her. Put her on the Index.

Frank is the father
of these unborn puppies.

Hold on, what are you trying to say?

That these puppies
need a father figure?

I'm sorry. David Cameron
may be Prime Minister

but the primacy of the nuclear family
does not extend to dogs.

Stand up, please.

Steven Crocker, I fine you ?300.

And I make a destruction order
in relation to your dog.

Well, say the name.

Have the courage to say the name
of the dog you're killing.

Susan Crocker, I impose the same fine.

And in relation to your dog,

she will be placed on
the Index of Exempted Dogs.

What does that mean?

Your barrister will explain everything.

Tell me now!

Phoebe is free to go.

Come here, you beautiful genius!

Oh, thank you so much!
You clever, clever boy!

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Sorry.

Was it a phone call or...

Lots of texts.

And then he answered a call.

Will you still take him to Stoke?

- Yes, if he shows up.
- It's my fault.

What do we do about the bail position?

Leave it.

It was listed, Michael.

You can't not report a bail breach.

I feel like saying
it's all over with Mark.

I can't do that.

Well, you wouldn't be much help to him
by being struck off, would you?

Sorry.

No, no, no, no, no. It's...

It's been two years, that's all.

Trying to get him away from his pimp.

You said there were glimpses of hope.

He's good, you see.

Mark feels cared for.
It's classic grooming.

Can you believe it? That bastard.

Forcing a boy to have sex
with those disgusting men

is seen by the boy as a source of love.

Reminder to myself about the curfew.

I'm going.

I'll call you.

How do you stand it?

By telling yourself, over and over,

"All you can do is
give them an alternative."

Then it's their choice.

- Hey.
- So?

So...

Phoebe's alive and so are her puppies.

- Great!
- Yeah.

First ever trial, a capital case,
and you saved the puppies.

Doesn't get better than that.

- Was anyone in there watching you?
- Yeah, Clive.

So he witnessed your triumph.

Have you done it?
The research I asked you for.

Oh, God! No, sorry.

- Why not?
- He was in court, Kate.

Yeah, we're all in court, Martha.

We all do more than one thing at a time.

How did Niamh Cranitch look in court?

Like she's been doing it for years.

Nick Slade?

I've made it a policy
not to comment on any pupils

I can't be positive about.

Sentence at
Wood Green Crown Court, miss.

Court Five, first up at 10:00,
your first time in a wig.

You're free tomorrow, sir.

You okay?

Yeah.

Okay about not working tomorrow
when Niamh is?

Yeah, yeah.

Good.

- You okay?
- Yeah, fine. Why wouldn't I be?

I'll see you tomorrow.

You want to carry on talking
about your case.

It's just funny, though, isn't it?
It's tough to move on.

I'll never know what happens to Phoebe.

She's got coprophagia.

I don't know what kind of life
she's going to have.

- Do you know what that is?
- No.

It's dogs that eat their own poo.

Night, Nick.

- John Bright?
- Yeah.

Yes, sir. Okay, I'll tell you
what. I'm going to pass you on to Max.

- All right, boys, I'm off.
- Signature there, please.

- Playing hockey tonight, John?
- Yeah.

Miss.

Billy.

- Just one question.
- What is it?

Who's the father?

Doesn't he have a say?

I want to talk about Billy.

All other sets have a fees clerk.

Why does Billy insist on
doing the money?

I checked the constitution.

The committee recommends
the chambers on clerking issues.

Clerking issues? You want him out, Kate.

It's a bit bigger than a clerking issue.

Armed robbery, yardie gang members,

humped-up crackheads,
you're not afraid of any of them.

But Billy...

- Who's on the committee?
- You and me.

And Alan Caldry, who's in The Hague
for two more months.

I don't know, Kate.

It might also be a chance to
get rid of some dead wood.

What does that mean?

How much does Noah Zeigler
bring to chambers?

- Oh, sorry.
- It's all right, John.

Here are some cheques, miss.
I traced your aged debt.

Got about half of it.

And I hope you don't mind, miss,
I saw you were out of court on Monday.

It's prosecuting other members
of chambers for gross indecency.

I was thinking maybe
concentrating on prosecuting

might be a good way to go for you.

Thank you.

- Let's go there.
- No, I don't like it there.

- No.
- Let's go to the other place...

Hello.

No word?

- What, nothing?
- No.

Wait.

You lied to me.

You promised me you wouldn't
let him down and you did.

I'm here, aren't I?

You didn't go to your mum's funeral.

- Billy.
- Zeigler can't make it.

- Why not?
- He's got chicken pox.

- Chicken pox?
- It's his five-year-old.

- Yeah, okay.
- Is Nick with you? Is he there?

Yeah, yeah. He's here.

Noah's five-year-old
has got chicken pox, and so has Noah.

Now look, you don't have to do this.

You have to say no
if you can't handle it.

- You could help me as we go along...
- No.

It could be cut-throat, this.
I won't be able to help you.

What did Billy say?

Billy doesn't want it
returned out of chambers.

Well, who's, um, who's representing
the other defendant?

I love a chambers outing. No Noah?

- Yeah, he's ill. I'm doing it.
- Excellent.

What if he jumped bail tonight
and you hadn't mentioned this?

If we tell the judge,
he'll be back inside tonight.

Yes.

I'm not going to let that happen.

We're not really in this story.
We need to keep it that way.

Great advocacy is knowing
when to do nothing.

Too many barristers have
too big an ego to keep quiet.

- Right.
- And Martha Costello is representing

the 16-year-old co-defendant.

She'll make a big noise
and cross-examine everything in sight,

because that's her way.

- Which suits us rather well.
- I get it.

Were you wearing that jacket on the day?

- Yeah.
- Take it off.

I don't want the jury
thinking about you at all.

It matters how you behave in the dock.
Right? Keep it nice and quiet.

What about the other one's brief?

Oh, it's his first time,
we don't need to worry about him.

Chicken pox?

Yeah.

Really? How old is he?

Mmm...

Forty-something?

- Yeah.
- But this is...

I've never even met you before.

- And we haven't had time...
- It happens quite a lot.

I know it's not great for you, but...

When did you find out
you were taking over?

Um, well, as soon as we knew Mr. Zeigler
wasn't doing the case, then...

I was briefed, but luckily I was...

Well, I happened to be
out of court and available.

Where's your brief?

It's being biked.

You haven't read it?

I'm completely used to this.

Um...

I know all about how to handle
this kind of thing.

So, how long have you been married?

Twenty-three years.

The same year that Andrew
started in his GP's practice.

And why were you in the park?

It's a short-cut home.

He's a lot more than a GP.

He's like a doctor and a vicar
and a social worker.

You don't know how rare
that is nowadays.

How many children have you got?

Who was that, Mark?

Your pimp?

Is that where you were last night?

No.

Good.

You're very young, Mark.

What does that mean?

I want you to have a future.

You better get me off, then, hadn't you?

I can't go back inside.

I know.

It is a truth universally acknowledged,
that a man going into a public toilet

for the purpose of emptying his bladder

will stand at a urinal a reasonable
distance away from men already present.

There are 10 urinals
in this public toilet, all in a row.

Numbers one to seven were not in use
when PC Vernon made his observations.

Numbers eight, nine and ten

were all being used by the defendants
in the dock.

Now, there's a thing.

The third defendant,
in the leather jacket,

came in and stood at the tenth urinal.

He was followed in by the man
in the suit, who stood at number nine.

What was the man in the suit doing?

He had his flies open.

Then the defendant in the leather jacket
turned and looked at him.

- Then what happened?
- The youngest defendant came in.

- What did he do?
- Went and stood at urinal number eight.

And he said something to
the man in the suit.

I didn't hear what,
but the man in the suit

turned slightly towards him
with his flies open and smiled.

- Are you sure about that?
- 100%.

- Then what?
- Then it looked like they were gonna go

into the cubicles behind them.

- Did you do anything?
- Well, normally for evidential reasons,

I'd wait until those involved were
further on with the criminal act.

- But...
- Because I was concerned about the boy,

I wanted to stop
what was going to happen

so I went in and made the arrests.

Where were you?

Uh, when?

When you saw what you've just described.

Um, I'm not sure I can answer that.

Oh, really?

Uh, really.

Mr. Slade, think, please.

Don't tell me you've forgotten
where you were, right?

Because, I mean, you're very precise
about who did what when,

but you don't even know where you were
positioned to see all of this from?

Point of law here, I think, Your Honour.

We seem to be trespassing
into difficult waters.

Jury out, please.

The police officer's surveillance
position is covered

by public interest immunity.

No question can be asked

which might suggest
where his observation point is located,

because any future operations
might be compromised.

Yeah, but I've already asked
about it now.

Which is why you are going to have to
explain to the jury your mistake.

Treat it as a lesson learned, Mr. Slade.

It's my fault for bringing it up.

PC Vernon was not being evasive
or hiding anything.

Sorry about that.

How long had your surveillance of
this public toilet been going on?

This was the first day of
actual surveillance.

- But you'd been there before?
- Well, a few times.

I just wanted to see that
what was being reported was going on.

And you didn't see Mark Draper there?

Oh. Well, uh, yes, I did, actually.

Uh, twice.

Miss Costello?

Did you volunteer for the surveillance?

We'd had a lot of complaints from
members of the public who were worried.

They kept talking about how young
some of the cottagers seemed to be.

But it was you
who was there voluntarily,

staking out a public toilet.

- My superiors weren't interested.
- Why not?

They didn't want to
put the resources in.

So, despite opposition and complete
lack of support for this operation,

you went ahead, under your own steam.

As a frolic of your own.

If you like.

And what does that tell us
about your motives?

Determined, single-minded, bit obsessed.

I know the word
you'd really like to use.

- And what is that, officer?
- Homophobic.

Tell us, PC Vernon,
do you have any friends who are gay?

Almost all of my friends are gay.

My client is the man who was

- wearing the leather jacket.
- Yes.

He was the first of the three

- to go into the toilets.
- Yes.

- He didn't go and stand next to anyone?
- No.

So he was there,
but he didn't speak or act?

That's right.

If he had, you would have
told us about it.

- Yes.
- Thank you so much.

That's the way to do it.

Could we have the jury out, please,
Your Honour?

I got this brief
pretty late in the day and...

What I'm saying is

I want to make sure my client's
getting the representation he deserves.

Very well.

- We can all come back on... Wednesday?
- Your Honour.

And possibly avoid making any more
unhelpful mistakes.

All rise.

You said you'd never been there before.

You specifically told me that was
your first time in that bloody toilet!

I'm sorry.

- I don't have a choice.
- About what?

Look, I'm trying to help you.

I really want to help you, Mark.

But I can't carry on
representing you any more.

Why not?

Because you told me one thing
and now you're saying another.

And, well, that makes it
impossible for me.

Where you going?

To tell Michael that
I'm professionally embarrassed.

Guess what I've just seen.

Michael, I have to talk to you.

The whole case blown wide open.

He's been lying to me.

Let me guess, you're in a difficult
position professionally, right?

Fine.

So the rule is all you're allowed to do

- is test the prosecution case, right?
- Yes.

We can do that.

Don't give a defence,
don't call the defendant, fine.

Wide open, Martha.

Hiya. Now, all these need faxing.

Jessica Mercer also has to go
to a con room.

Does that make sense? Thank you.

Wednesday, miss.

I thought you needed to be
out of court on Wednesday?

There's nothing I could do about it.

Part-heard is part-heard,
what comes first.

It was Mr. Slade's application
for an adjournment?

Did you support it?

- I didn't object to it.
- Right.

- Right, so you supported it.
- I didn't say that.

- Did I say that?
- Fine.

See you later, miss.

Very brave, that.

Having the courage to stand up
and admit you're not ready.

What is your spin on my top-class
cross-examination of PC Vernon?

No spin, just a fundamental legal error.

Yeah, well, I'm going to work all night
if I have to.

Are you?

Whatever happens,
remember what you said, Nicholas.

You've got to move on.

Only my mum calls me Nicholas.

Hi, Martha.

Shouldn't really flirt
with your pupil, Martha.

Shouldn't fuck them, either.

Just like there were suddenly two people

at the urinal next to the one
I was using.

- And what did you do?
- Nothing.

Then I was being arrested.

Have you been arrested before
for cottaging?

Your Honour...

March the 15th, 2009
for gross indecency.

- Your Honour!
- Were you charged?

No.

I'm struggling to see the relevance
here, Miss Costello.

Who arrested you?

Mr. Lakeman?

PC Vernon.

Why were you arrested and not charged?

Your Honour, that's not something
my client can answer,

as my learned friend well knows.

Please tell this jury

what you and PC Vernon
were talking about

- in the court toilet.
- What?

Or is my instructing solicitor
seeing things?

We were both just having a pee.

How many urinals?

- I don't know, a few?
- Five.

- And where were you standing?
- At the end.

- And where was PC Vernon standing?
- At the urinal next to mine.

"It is a truth
universally acknowledged."

What were you talking about?

Look, why don't you go after him?
He's the one who...

Yes?

You don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh. Don't I?

Try this.

"You're the honey-pot."

Am I wrong?

You still don't know
what you're talking about.

Look, I don't have to do this.
You know, ask Vernon, he'll tell you.

Just leave me alone now, please.

Chris Lakeman was arrested
by me in 2009 but not charged.

Why not?

Because I recognised him
for what he was.

- What was that?
- A victim, not an offender.

He was 16 then.

I kept up with him afterwards.

He got away from the people
who were running him.

I helped where I could,
he got back to a normal life.

And when did you see him again?

When this started to happen.

I knew what it was.
It wasn't an ordinary cottage.

It was a meeting place for
men to meet rent boys.

Nobody wanted to know,
because boys like that don't matter.

They've dropped out of sight.

I didn't have the wherewithal
to mount my own investigation,

I asked Chris to help.

Maybe it wasn't fair of me,
but he was willing.

I thought that if I could get
one arrest, word would get out

and I could at least make it harder
for them to do what they were doing.

And it worked?

And Chris?

He had to be arrested, too,
so it would look right.

And then he's acquitted,

because you make sure that the evidence
against him isn't strong enough?

Yes.

You know what this is.
This is entrapment.

You can't do this on your own,
you need...

Well, you need to do this properly,
or what are we all doing here?

What about men like him paying pimps
to gain access to young boys?

Nobody was doing anything.
I couldn't have that.

Could you?

This isn't about Miss Costello.

No.

Do you want to consider
your position, Miss Brockman?

Under the circumstances,

prosecution do not feel able
to offer any further evidence.

- Are you okay?
- Uh, yeah, yeah.

Different kind of not guilty.

Yeah, I know.

Thank you, Martha.

Thank you.

Go on, then.

- Mark.
- Is that...

Yes, it is. Mark.

Come on, Mark.

Now, come on, Mark.

- Listen, just...
- What you want?

- Think about what you're doing.
- Leave me alone, Michael.

You've missed your appointment.

Yes.

Do you want me to give 'em a call?
Book another appointment?

I don't think so.

Okay.

Okay.

A racist police officer,
is that what you're giving me?

There's fearlessness
in standing up to people,

and then there's just pigheadedness.

You won't get this, Billy,
being a clerk and not a lawyer,

but it seems to me
that you're conspiring

to pervert the course of justice.

- Is that your idea, John?
- Yeah.

Since when do you have ideas?

What's going on?

One of my boys has gone restless on me.

Don't get all law school with me, son.

- Or?
- Or I'll have you nicked

for wasting police time.

- Mark Draper.
- What about him?

He's just been arrested.
It's not for cottaging this time, miss.

It's for murder.