Silk (2011–2014): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript

- Mark Draper.
- What about him?

He's just been arrested.
It's for murder.

Mark Draper
is the reason that I do this job.

So, silk interview.

- Is that what I think it is?
- Names of my interviewers.

Only the most high-ranking
female judge in the country.

Judge Cranitch.

The bar's made for you.

Daddy the judge and all that.

- You're co-defending with Niamh?
- Yeah.

You're in a contest.



I'm pregnant.

You can count on me, Martha.

Whatever you want by way of support
for this baby, you'll...

You'll get it from me.

Gary Rush is a horrible burglar,
with pages of form.

Say hello to Martha Costello.
Tell her she's the girl for me.

There will be nothing on that medal
to link Gary Rush to it,

so you do nothing.

Billy...

We're not sure how he fits in.

I want you on the inside of this coup,
working for me,

feeding me everything I need to know.

You want me in your gang
when you kick Billy out of the door.

Let's not talk about this again, ever.



It feels dirty.

Martha. Martha! Come on.

- What were you listening to?
- Upstairs, Downstairs.

What?

The sound recording
on John Guthrie's webcam upstairs,

while his father was
being killed downstairs.

Why take
a knife with you, Mark,

- to a domestic burglary?
- No comment.

What did it feel like, Mark,
sticking a knife in a 60-year-old man?

No comment.

Because Mrs. Guthrie
saw you do this.

Mark, she couldn't be clearer.

You and the judge
were at the bottom of the stairs

and you put the knife in him.

This is your chance to tell us why.

For the benefit of the tape recording,

the suspect is shaking his head
to indicate "no".

Wait there.

Thanks.

This isn't going to be easy.

Time to go.

Come on.

Would you stay in a house

where your husband
and father had been stabbed to death?

Uh... I'm going to see my client.

What, you're not
going back to chambers?

Sorry.

What am I supposed to do?

I hear the London Underground

is a convenient
and modern mode of transport.

The Tube?

You and this girl.

You follow him back to his front door,
you've got a knife with you.

She holds the judge hostage

while you look round
for things to steal.

The wife comes back,

and she's a witness to the fact
that you stab him.

There's blood all over your clothes,

you run away from the scene
when the police arrive,

you lie when you're arrested,

you confess in the back
of the police car,

you've got the judge's car keys
in your pocket,

and you've pleaded guilty
to the burglary of his house.

- Is there anything I've left out?
- Emma.

Your co-defendant says it was you
who did it,

in her police station interview.

I was defending myself.
I've told you this.

I was on the floor,
and he was going to hurt me.

Mark, this is the law.

The force you use in defending yourself
has to be reasonable.

Whether it's reasonable depends
on the circumstances.

But basically,
it boils down to common sense.

This is a 60-year-old man,
in his own home,

he's confronted with two
wired-up, armed intruders.

Who does common sense tell you the
jury's going to like better here, Mark?

He went for me! With the golf club.

But you've seen
the wife's witness statement.

Does she say anything
about a golf club?

Anything about her husband
trying to attack you?

He was swinging it at me.
He went mental.

I fell over, and I thought
that he was going to kill me.

He just missed my head with it.

And this is when you stabbed him,
in self-defence?

I've told you.

It feels like he's just come up with it.
The golf club.

You made that pretty clear to him.

I'm getting full instructions
this time, Michael.

I'm not going to go court
half-naked again for Mark Draper.

Get our experts
to look at the golf clubs.

Our expert's taking all his cues
from the prosecution, ma'am.

- He's not the best person to...
- Bill Cutler.

He's an old friend of mine.
I'll give you his number.

- Oh, we haven't got time to...
- He'll find a way.

To be honest, Michael,
we need all the friends we can get.

Barristers never admit
to leaning on clients

to get the instructions
they want from them.

Mostly because they don't know
they're doing it.

Leading questions become second nature.

"Would I be right in thinking..."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but..."

Now, that's not what I do, Emma.

I just want to get something straight.

When the stabbing actually happened,

the victim's back was towards you.

You couldn't see the last moments

because your view
was blocked by the judge.

Good. Got that? Excellent.

- Bill Cutler on line one, miss.
- Thank you.

- Alan.
- Hello, Martha.

- You look great.
- Thank you.

He looks like a head of chambers
should look.

Oh, and what's that, Billy?

Half George Clooney, half Joanna Lumley.

Okay.

Anything happened in the last
four months I need to know?

- Apart from all our CPS work drying up?
- My fault.

- Not Billy?
- No.

- It will hit Kate hardest.
- I know.

I've got a call waiting.

Bill Cutler?

How do you know?

Well, the whole world is talking
about the Judge Guthrie murder.

- Needs a silk.
- Yes.

You know this boy really well.

He trusts you,
and you've done lots of work on it,

all of which makes you
the perfect junior.

Me leading you, Martha.

Strictly come murder.

You know,
there's nothing I'd like better.

But the client wants me.

- You sure?
- Yes.

Ah! Just the woman I wanted to see.

- What?
- I need a junior.

In my murder.

Bill.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

- Brian.
- Gary Rush.

It's floating.

I want to look you in the eye
and hear you say

that Martha Costello
will be representing him.

Is it that vital?

It's vital to Rush,
so it's vital to me.

I'm sorry, Brian, is there some other
reason you've come here today?

I've been thinking.

It would simplify everything
for my firm if all our junior work

was to go to one set of chambers.

You get regular, guaranteed income,
I don't have to think too hard.

- Is that an offer?
- I need to know

that we get priority
over other solicitors.

When we want Martha Costello,
we get Martha Costello.

Even if she has to pass up
something heavier from somebody else.

Martha Costello has to do Gary Rush.

You took the words
right out of my mouth.

Clive! I don't think you should.

What?

If I get a place in chambers,
I want it to be

because I'm good,
not for any other reason.

I respect that. I...

I really respect that.
Look, can I ask you something?

Yes.

His Honour Judge Cranitch.

He hasn't said anything
about your silk interview.

My father's not like that.
He plays by the rules.

And you haven't told him
that we... You know.

No.

Committee meeting, sir.
Mr. Cowdrey's waiting.

What's it about?

You.

- Niamh Cranitch.
- Well, she's a real lawyer.

I mean, she looks right,
she feels right.

Solicitors love her. She fits in.

It's irrelevant, of course,
that her father's a judge.

We probably won't talk about it, then,
if it's irrelevant.

- Nick Slade. Martha.
- He's a breath of fresh air.

He's testing, lateral thinker,
passionate,

secure enough to stick to his guns

when he doesn't agree
with members of chambers

and and he doesn't fit in.
Which is a big asset in my book.

And Kate.

The criteria's always been that
we take people who are exceptional.

I don't think either of them
are exceptional.

Right, so we leave it
to a vote at the chambers meeting.

Uh, Kate's a bit threatened by Niamh.

Because of her background?

No, no, because she's worried
that she's going to steal all her work.

What's left of it.

My feeling is that Niamh
will bring in her own work.

And give the bottom end
a bit of a boost.

- How's the top end?
- I'm okay, yeah.

- What?
- What, you're the whole of the top end?

- Martha's doing well, too.
- Right. Good.

So, what do you think? You and her?

Neither? One of you?

Oh, silk. Who knows?

Feeling confident, though.
Interview went well.

You didn't say in there
what you think about Nick.

- Martha seems to feel...
- Feel.

- Yeah, that the word. Feel, not think.
- What?

You might find
Martha's judgement

a bit personal at the moment.

Did you get her pregnant before

or after you started
sleeping with your pupil?

Ah! My two little boys!

- Sometimes I feel like Rolf Harris.
- I'm 53, Billy.

However old and grey you get,
you'll always be my little boys.

- Set up a moot.
- Sir?

I want to see both pupils,
in action, under pressure.

Moot. Excellent.

You know, we could use
the brief from last time.

The one with the bender in it.

Excellent.

What's a moot?

Nick and Niamh get a mock brief.
They've got five minutes to prepare,

and they do it exactly like
they're in court, only they're not.

They're here, in front of all chambers.

Best man wins, usually the one
that doesn't wet themselves.

Be honest with me, miss.
How many murders of this quality

have senior juniors leading them?

Ah. That's a rhetorical question.
Here's a real one.

Have you been speaking to Alan Cowdrey?

You know how brilliant
I think you are, but...

How this is too heavy for me?
Is that what you're trying to say?

Presumably, you've said
the same to Clive.

- No.
- Oh, why not?

He's in the same boat.

He's second on the indictment
and his head is below the parapet.

And, how can I put this?
There are some cases

- you'd feel more at home with than him.
- Hmm.

And there are some cases that he'd feel
more at home with than you.

He went to Harrow and Cambridge,
you went to secondary modern and...

Lots of nightclubs in Manchester.

I think Mr. Cowdrey is wrong, as it goes.

Really?

I think you wouldn't make a good junior.

You've got too much gob and brass
for the donkey work.

You don't want me
in this trial at all, do you?

The obvious thing is you do Gary Rush

and Mr. Cowdrey leads Kate
in the Mark Draper trial.

No.

You scared of Gary Rush?

Mark Draper really matters to me.

- I need this, Martha.
- The answer is no.

This is the biggest case
I have ever done.

I need your support.

Phil? It's Billy.

Can I come and see you first thing?
Cheers, thanks.

- All right, John?
- Yeah.

I'll be in late tomorrow.
I've got a breakfast.

Hmm. Who with?

Audrey Hepburn.

Ma?ana, Johnny boy.

- You're the best list officer there is.
- What's happening?

- Gary Rush.
- Yes. Floater from tomorrow.

Yeah, I don't want that to happen.

It's floating, it might get called,
it might not.

- Well, I've got a preference for "not".
- Why?

Martha Costello. I want her to do
Mark Draper, finish it,

and move on to Gary Rush.
I don't want her double-booked.

Counsel's convenience. You know I need
a better reason than that.

Tell him not to worry.

Kate. I'm going to go down and see Mark.

Where was Emma?

- In the corner.
- Which corner?

Can't remember?

- Probably panicking.
- Yeah. Panic.

- What about Emma?
- What about her?

- Is she going to get off?
- Oh, I'm not representing Emma.

- Yeah, but what do you reckon?
- How did you get the knife from her?

She passed it to me when we heard
someone coming through the front door.

Oh, the jury are really
going to hate this, Mark.

He went for me with a golf club.

Well, that's not what Mrs. Guthrie says.

And even if they do believe you,

the jury are going to completely
understand why he'd go for you.

He went mental!

Tell me about Emma.

She's great.

And what does your pimp think
about you seeing her?

He didn't like it.

- But you carry on?
- Yeah.

She must mean a lot to you.

Brian, we're all right on Gary Rush.

Yeah. All right. See you.

- Big breakfast?
- Massive!

I have just secured a 20%
increase in work for us.

All of camp Frogett's bottom-end briefs
are coming here.

How did you do that?

Good clerking, John. That's it.

- Chambers accounts, Billy.
- Yes, sir.

- I want to see them. Tomorrow night.
- Sure.

Sure. Because?

Because I'm head of chambers
and I need to know.

And because you have many strengths,
Billy, but history tells us

that money is not one of them.

No defence case statement.

You're going to get shouted at.

It's not my fault.

Joe Gillespie. How you doing?
I'm prosecuting you.

Ah. I've been shouted at before.

Not at the start of a major murder trial

with a red judge
and half the world watching you.

Client's late instructions.

You know how it goes.

I can take things shouted at
to protect my client.

Late instructions usually means
lying instructions, in my experience.

And what experience is that?

Terrorist trials, mostly.

I spent 15 years in Belfast
before I came here.

- "I did it!"
- What?

Your boy's verbal
in the back of the police car.

It's damning not for what he says
but for what he doesn't say.

What doesn't he say?

"In self-defence".

How did you know
we're running self-defence?

I didn't.

But I do now. I hope you live up

to your rather interesting
reputation, Martha Costello.

Meaning?

Well, are you going to sabotage
this case, for example?

Or is that just something you do

when you're prosecuting
psychopathic teachers?

You don't scare me.

It's an adversarial system.

No point pretending
we're not adversaries.

Joint enterprise.

What is it?

Well, we say that Mark Draper
did the actual stabbing

that caused Colin Guthrie's
tragic death.

But the getaway driver
is just as guilty of robbery

as the man standing in the bank
with the sawn-off shotgun.

Emma Slater had control of the knife
for some time within the house.

Her fingerprints are on the knife,
she may even have brought the knife

into the house.

Neither of the defendants will be
denying that they were there that night.

But you would be wrong
in thinking that it's irrelevant

that Mrs. Guthrie subsequently
picked them out on an ID parade.

The defence will attack this witness,

the victim's wife.

They might even argue
that this 60-year-old man

was killed in self-defence.

And to do that, they will have to prove

that Mrs. Guthrie's memories
of the events are wrong.

And so, I would just ask you
to bear this in mind.

The clarity of thought,
the extraordinary grace

under pressure it takes
to identify two people

who have just caused the death
of your husband,

in front of you, in your house,
at night,

with your son upstairs in his bedroom.

And what that then tells you

about the quality of her evidence.

I came in, the lights were off.

Usually if we're out separately,
we leave the hall lights on

until we're both in. I'm sorry.

I keep talking in the present tense,
as though he's still here.

I keep expecting him to walk in

and tell us it's over now,
we can get back to our life.

And what happened next?

I switched the lights on,
and just as I did, I saw him,

coming out of the sitting room.

I picked up the phone and dialled 999.

He shouted at me.

I told him I wasn't scared of him
and carried on with the call.

And he came at me. He... He grabbed me.

- How?
- Uh... By the wrist.

I tried to switch the phone
to my other hand

but he grabbed that wrist, too.
The phone fell.

Then what happened?

My husband came out of the sitting room
into the hall.

And Draper let go off me,

and he just went for him, really.
He... He went berserk.

And what did you do?

I ran to the back of the hall.

I turned around.

And that's when I saw him
stab my husband.

- I'm sorry.
- There's no need, I'm...

I'm sure we all understand.

I've left all his things.
Do you think that's odd?

I just don't want to give them away.

Point of law, my lady.

Jury out, please.

We've heard quite a lot
about how hard it's been

for Mrs. Guthrie to deal
with the death of her husband.

We're all hugely sympathetic, of course.

What is your point, Miss Costello?

If Mrs. Guthrie wasn't the widow
of a judge,

I wonder if your ladyship
would be allowing the prosecution

to elicit all this?

He's not eliciting anything.

As with all the best advocates,

I'm not sure
if I can remember a word he's said.

Jury back, please.

Settle down a bit, will you?

It's right, of course,
that you have no criminal convictions?

Three points on my licence.
Does that count?

You've been married to a judge

- for 25 years.
- Yes.

So you know that points
on your driving licence

does not constitute

a part of a criminal record.

It was just a light remark.

- You hadn't driven home?
- No.

- Why not?
- I don't drink and drive.

So, is it fair to say

- that your senses were impaired?
- A little.

And then you were plunged
into this frightening situation.

Yes.

You were scared. A little drunk.

And when you say
this altercation happened

between your husband and my client,

you were cowering 33 feet away
at the back of the hall.

I saw what happened.

Your husband was between
where you were standing

- and my client.
- Yes.

So how could you see
what my client was doing?

I'm not wrong about this.

Sometimes, what we believe to be true
and the actual truth

are two quite different things.

Do you know what it's like to see him
there with his... girlfriend?

How long have they known each other?

I loved my husband
for 25 years.

Your husband had a golf club
in his hand, didn't he?

- No.
- He was swinging it wildly at my client.

I think I would've seen that.

Mark fell backwards,

and your husband went for him
with a golf club.

I don't know
where you're getting this from.

Her client, presumably.

Emma Slater wasn't involved

in the altercation which led

to the knife wound
that killed your husband?

No, she was standing behind him.

- And she stayed where she was?
- Yes.

Until after the struggle
between your husband and Mark Draper?

Yes.

And you can't help us in relation
to anything she was doing before then?

No.

- Because you weren't there.
- That is correct.

Thank you so much, Mrs. Guthrie.

All rise.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Guthrie."

She's a decent woman,
her husband's dead,

and the jury like her.

You're not helping your client
by sniping at a dead man's wife.

- Where you going, Jake?
- Quick dump.

What stationery?

Billy was at court this morning.

Really? Doing what?

- In with the list officer.
- Not eating breakfast.

What?

I saw him take 300 quid
out of petty cash last night.

Today, there's 300 quid, "stationery",
gone out of chambers accounts.

The identical amount, miss.

- Is Gary Rush floating, Jake?
- Yeah.

- Will he go on, Jake?
- No.

- Why not, Jake?
- Good clerking.

Custard cream, miss?

- I want to talk about Billy.
- Okay.

It's serious.

He's the best clerk there is.

Why is it, when you don't even know
what I'm going to say,

you feel it necessary to tell me
how wonderful he is?

80% of the time
he plays it by the book,

and 20% of the time he doesn't.
That's how it will always be with Billy.

When I'm away, the 20% goes up,
then I get back.

This is more than not playing it
by the book. He's corrupt.

I've always admired you
as a lawyer, Kate.

There are other people here
who do performance better,

but nobody with your love
and respect for the law.

- What does that mean?
- Evidence.

I hope you can back this up with
proper evidence, because if you can't,

I'm not sure it's healthy for me
to know what your complaint is.

What?

As head of chambers,
I'm ultimately responsible.

If something ugly comes out,
what will that do?

There'll be stench.

And if the evidence isn't there,
where does that leave us?

The stench will linger.

On me, on you, on all of us.

- Under the carpet.
- I didn't say that.

I'm back.

Billy knows he has to behave
when I am here and he will.

- Gary Rush.
- A mention.

Trial.

- Gary Rush, the aggravated burglar?
- Yes.

- Problem?
- No.

- It says it's floating.
- Yeah.

Well, what does that mean?

I respect that, miss.
You standing there,

not afraid to look stupid.

It's a standby case, miss.

If a listed trial doesn't
get off the ground,

then a floater takes its place
in the vacant court.

Miss, your forensics man rang.
He's on his way in to see you.

Thank you.

So it might not happen.

It might.

It might not.

Clive, Billy's given me
this aggravated burglary,

and there's some kind
of sexual element to it...

You'll be fine. And I can stand up
at the tenancy meeting

and say my pupil's in a serious trial.

End of argument.
Now, take a look at this for me.

Sentence on a street robbery.

- Defendant's in breach of a bender.
- A bender?

A suspended sentence for drugs, I think.

Dig out the sentencing authorities,
do me an advice on sentence.

- I've got this trial.
- Just do the advice, Niamh.

It's not listed for another three weeks.

Just do it, okay?

I'm trying to help you here.

So, we recall Helen Guthrie.

- I'll try and be there.
- Really?

There are murders
and there are murders.

- This is right up there.
- Thank you.

What's going on?

I need you to check through this.

- What is it?
- It's a transcript of the sound

from the webcam
in John Guthrie's bedroom.

It's web chat with television
in the background.

I want you see if you can pick
anything up that's happening downstairs.

Doors slamming, yelling, anything.
And do it properly.

Check the transcripts against the sound.

- All of it?
- Yes.

Oh, no, I've got loads of work to do
for Alan Cowdrey...

Look, this is the biggest trial
I've ever been in. Just get it done!

He's bent.

- What do you mean?
- He's bribing a list officer.

- You sure?
- Billy's dangerous.

Bribing court officials, Clive.
That's a criminal act!

If it got out, we'd all be finished.

- You've been to Alan about this?
- Yes.

- And?
- He stopped me telling him.

- Why?
- Because, if he knows

what the allegation is,
then he has to act.

And he doesn't want do that because it
leaves us all badly damaged.

- So?
- Catch-22.

Do the right thing,
go to the authorities

and ruin my career.

Do nothing,
wait until Billy gets caught

and ruin my career.

And why are you telling me all this?

There's an empty building
on Fountain Street.

A breakaway set?

I've got 15 names that'll go with us.
The whole bottom third.

But we need a head of chambers.

Of course, you'd need to get silk.

Yeah, of course.

Do you think you'll be a QC
this time next week?

Yes.

Oh, Billy.

There's something you should know.

It's big. I want a guarantee
from you first.

- Go on.
- Now, I've told you,

I want to be cut free
from being your mole.

It's no way to live, spying on people.

And they mustn't know it was me.

Whatever you decide to do, they can't
know it was me that grassed them up.

Go on.

Kate and John and the whole junior end
are looking to split.

How far have they got with it?

They've found a building.

And how do you know about this?

Oh, of course.
They want a shiny new silk

to lead them into the promised land.

It goes without saying
I've got no intention of going.

Goes without saying.

Accounts. I'm ready.

Sir, you are not going to believe this,
but my computer's just gone down.

Hello, can I speak
to Judge Cranitch, please?

Oh, God.

- Are you a golfer?
- No.

- Never play?
- Never.

Your husband's fingerprints
are on his golf clubs,

and obviously, you'd expect that.

They were his, he used them.

Why are your prints
on the four iron?

Obviously, I must've touched them
at some point.

- You mean, in the hallway?
- Yes.

What? Passing the bag by the front door?

I think, Miss Costello,
we all come into contact

with items in our homes
without thinking too much about it.

The fingerprints are halfway
down the shaft.

I don't know,
I must've cleaned them or something.

Really?

Cleaning the shafts of your dead
husband's golf clubs.

It could've been before he died.

- Do you have a cleaner?
- Yes.

- Do you have a duster?
- Sorry?

It's just, you see, Mrs. Guthrie,
I wouldn't have put

housework down as a big part
of your life.

I don't remember.
And it's ridiculous of you

to ask me to remember
this kind of trivia.

Maybe you're right. I'm sorry.

And you'd remember such a particular act
if you'd done it recently.

I mean, in the past few months,

between your husband's death and now.

- Yes.
- And, of course,

you told us earlier in your evidence

about how you'd left all
your husband's things where they were.

- Yes.
- Good.

Shall we move on?

Any idea how particles
of your husband's blood

came to be on the golf club?

No. How would I know?

Hmm. Funny.

I was sure you were going to
help us here. Oh, well, never mind.

Maybe you can help us

about what's on top
of those blood particles.

Your fingerprints.

I mean, how can that be?

You've just told us, absolutely,

that you hadn't touched his golf clubs
or any of his possessions

since he died. So, one more time.

How did you fingerprints get to be
on top of your husband's blood?

Mmm?

I'm happy to wait, Mrs. Guthrie,

as I'm sure the jury are.

Okay, well, shall we
have a go at it together?

- Don't patronise me.
- I'll do whatever I want,

until you start telling the truth.

- You'd better be careful what you say.
- Mmm. Very.

Ninety seconds

between the two police officers
in the first unit

leaving you in the house
to chase the two defendants,

and the arrival on the scene
of the second police car.

- Ninety seconds alone.
- I'll take your word for it.

Ninety seconds, during which time

you moved the golf club
and put it back in the bag.

I must've done, I don't remember.

Must have done, or did?

- Did.
- Why?

To protect my husband!

It was stupid of me, I...

I just thought that if the police,

and then someone like you
found out my husband had a...

yes, a weapon,

then he might get off,
and that wouldn't be right, would it?

- Someone like that.
- Someone like what?

Someone who does what he does.

What?

Someone who sells his body for sex,
from the age of 13,

so a pimp can make money out of him?

Are we sure you've told
the jury the whole truth now?

Yes, I am so sorry.

I should have been truthful
from the start, um...

He had the stupid golf club
but he did nothing with it. Nothing!

Um... I just...
I got in a bit of a pickle.

I do hope you understand.

Um...

We're floating.
Shall I explain what that means?

I know what it means.

Shall I explain how I feel about having
a 10-year-old represent me?

Mr. Rush, why don't you and I
do our best to get along?

- How is she?
- Who?

- Miss Costello.
- She's fine, considering.

Considering what, Miss Cranitch?

Her condition.

Brilliant. I can't thank you enough.

- It doesn't add up.
- What?

- Mark's story.
- What do you mean?

The angle of entry for the knife,

it's sideways with a touch
of downwards angle on it.

Not done by somebody on the floor
or coming up from the floor?

Mark's right-handed. That would be like
a backhand tennis shot with a knife.

It doesn't make sense. Sorry about that.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.
I was doing that work for Alan.

I'll get that webcam thingy
done as soon as I can.

Yeah, just get on with it, Nick.

Clive, Robing Room. Now, please.

- What is this?
- Stand there.

- What are you doing?
- Come at me.

- What?
- You're Mark, I'm the Judge, stab me.

- Wrong side.
- What?

Mark's right-handed.
They were standing face to face.

The Judge's wound is in the right side.
It couldn't have been Mark.

- No, no, wait...
- It wasn't Mark!

- Yeah, it wasn't Emma, either.
- Emma's right-handed, too?

- Exactly.
- Well, turn round.

She was standing behind him,
Mrs. Guthrie said.

Right-handed. Right side of the body.

Where are you going with this?

I'm giving you a chance to talk to Emma.

He was so angry,
like he wanted to kill Mark.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Why didn't you just tell me this before?
I mean, I gave you the chance.

Mark said I needed to trust him.

He said he'd get us off first
and you seemed happy with what you had.

Hang on. "Us"?
How does any of this help Mark?

It doesn't.

You're not being clear.
Just tell me the truth!

Us.

Us, as in me and the baby.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

Martha, Martha, where are you going?

- To see Mark.
- She's pregnant.

- Hey, is it a boy or a girl?
- I don't know.

- Where are you going?
- To see my client.

- That should be me.
- Look, Mr. Rush...

Mr. Rush, is it? Mister,
like you respect me or something?

Huh? You promised that
you'd represent me, Martha.

You've been lying to me, Martha.
You've been lying to me!

- Leave her alone. Come on. Stop it.
- What?

Stop it! Back off, right?

Hey, all right. Hey!

- Come on!
- Come on, lad.

- Martha, where are you going?
- I don't know.

Oh, God.

Martha?

- What is it?
- I'm bleeding.

- You're bleeding?
- Mmm-hmm.

Can you call an ambulance?
Somebody call an ambulance!

Come here.

- It's fine. You're going to be fine.
- It's not fine. It's not fine.

What?

We sent her flowers, yeah?

Thirty-six red roses.

Hello? Yeah.

Okay. Thank you.

She's okay, but um...
She's lost the baby.

Go for the dark forest, into there.

I'm putting on the cape...

Only got 30 seconds of this left
before I appear.

Hey, do you want to go
up a level?

Only it's a bit harder,
but more surprises.

Yeah, definitely, go for it.

No, no, no.
Go over by the mountain.

I'll kill you, you bastard!

- Sorry, can you say that again?
- Over by the mountain.

- Go over by the mountain.
- I'll kill you, you bastard!

It's not on the film.

You bastard!

I'll kill you, you bastard!

I was in my bedroom watching a DVD
and on my webcam doing a role-play game.

Did you see or hear anything
that was happening downstairs?

No.

I came down after the police arrived.

No questions.

Okay, okay, okay.
Um, it's on the sound. The comment...

Miss Brockman.

It's hard to explain now,
I'm the junior, right, technically?

- Yes.
- Right. Okay. I'll do it. I'll do this.

- You're upstairs the whole time, yeah?
- Yes.

We're not in America, Mr. Slade.
We don't do walking and talking.

And you had the television on
with the volume up?

Yes.

And at the same time
you were on your webcam?

A role-play game.

Yes.

Listen to this.

It's the recording of the webcam.

Only got 30 seconds
of this left before I appear.

Hey, do you want to
go up a level?

Only it's a bit harder,
but more surprises.

Yeah, definitely, go for it.

No, no, no.
Go over by the mountain.

I'll kill you, you bastard!

Stop it.

Rewind.

Again.

...this left before I appear.

Hey, do you want to go up a level?

Only it's a bit harder,
but more surprises.

Yeah, definitely, go for it.

- No, no, no, go over by the mountain.
- I'll kill you, you bastard!

Who's that?

It's Dad.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Call Mark Draper.

Thank you.

- The Judge knew what I did.
- From your court appearances?

- No.
- How?

For personal reasons.

Sorry?

He paid me not to tell anyone.

Once a week for three months.
I saved it all.

Emma's pregnant. I wanted that money
to get away from a crappy life.

But then he stopped paying me.
I thought, "I know where he lives."

We went there to steal his car
so we could get away.

Emma didn't know anything.

I didn't tell her about it.

Liar, Mark Draper.

Are you honestly asking this jury
to believe that His Honour

Judge Colin Guthrie,
respectable family man,

was paying you, a proven liar,

to keep quiet about
his intimate relations with you?

No.

All right, then, let's get this thing
out in the open once and for all,

and no more lies.

- Ask John Guthrie.
- Why? What's he got to do with anything?

It was John.

The Judge was paying me to keep quiet
about me and his son.

How many more versions of this story
are we going to get?

I'm telling the truth!

I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of you twisting things.

His son was paying me for sex.

He found out, I blackmailed him,
but then he stopped.

- You were angry.
- No.

You were a thwarted blackmailer.

You were angry that
Colin Guthrie stopped the payments.

No! Why won't you listen to me?

You went there with a knife
intending to get what you wanted

and when you were confronted,
bang, your anger boiled over.

No, he tried to kill me.

You can't both be telling the truth.

Are you saying that
Mrs. Guthrie was lying?

Yeah!

She knew everything. She must have.

That's why she wants to see me
go down so much.

She's trying to finish off what her
husband couldn't do with a golf club.

And you lot.

You can't wait believe her,
because she's posh and smart.

And I'm some shitty rent boy.

You stabbed Colin Guthrie,
do you deny it? No!

You went there with a knife
intending to kill him.

All you're doing now is trying
to stop yourself from going to prison.

Whatever it takes, you'll do it.

Whoever you need to lie about,
you'll do it, you!

Mark Draper.

You had the knife?

- Yeah.
- That's what Mrs. Guthrie says.

- Yeah.
- And that's what you say.

Yeah.

You grabbed Mrs. Guthrie's wrists
when she called the police?

Yeah.

How?

What?

How did you do that with a knife?
I mean,

how did that happen, Mark?
How could that be?

Look at me.

The truth, Mark.

I know what it is.

But the jury,

they need to hear it from you.

The Judge went for me.

I fell backwards and he shouted,
"I'll kill you, you bastard!"

And then he brought the golf club down
and just missed my head by an inch.

He would have killed me.

Did you have the knife?

Did Emma?

She had no choice.

The next time he would...

She saved my life.

She saved my life.

Hmm.

On count one of the indictment,

have the jury reached verdicts
upon which you are all agreed?

Yes.

Do you find the defendant Mark Draper
guilty or not guilty of murder?

Not guilty.

Do you find the defendant Emma Slater
guilty or not guilty of murder?

Not guilty.

Yes.

We will proceed to
sentence on count two of the indictment,

aggravated burglary, to which both
defendants have entered guilty pleas.

Well done.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

- You okay? What's that?
- The medal.

- Yes, miss?
- I want you to give it to the police.

- Miss...
- Just do it, Billy.

There's something to tell you.

- What?
- Silk.

Oh, my God.

Sir? Meeting.

Moot, five minutes from now.

- Good luck.
- Cheers.

- Not that you'll need it.
- A bender. Clive!

Have you heard?

Okay, this is it.

Right, let's get started.

- Heads or tails?
- What?

Heads or tails?

- Heads.
- Heads it is. You're first, let's go.

Punching someone for no reason
and breaking their nose is...

incredibly stupid.

He knows that.

And he's asked me to tell you
that he's sorry for what he did.

Isn't that what everyone says?
Well, yeah. And does he mean it?

Probably not.

John Smith is violent sometimes,
and it's becoming a pattern in his life.

Why?

Because his father is an alcoholic.

Because he's got three younger brothers

that he tries very, very hard
to look after.

Now, how many
18-year-old boys do you know

who will comb
their siblings' hair for lice

and stand up to an abusive father?

I mean, he's a kind of hero.

But he's also human.

Every now and again, someone looks
at him funny and he loses it.

I spent a bit of time with John Smith.

He's roughly the same age as me
and we had a good talk.

Here's what I think.

If you give him probation and support,

he can make something of himself.
And when he does,

you will be able to say
that you had a hand in that.

Now, how good would that be?

What about the bender?

He's in breach of a 12-month
suspended sentence.

What do you have to say about that?

Good luck.

Can I deal with
the suspended sentence first?

It had eight days left to run
when Mr. Smith committed this offence.

The offence for which he now stands
to be sentenced

is wholly different in character
from the offence

for which he received
the suspended prison sentence.

You will be aware of the case law
which gives you the discretion

not to activate the suspended sentence
in circumstances precisely like these.

How did it go?

Fine. You?

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

What did you say about
the suspended sentence?

Um, what will be will be, basically.

What else can you say?

- There's something I want to say.
- Niamh?

Well, you should know,
before you say anything more,

that we are about to vote.
We all think you did very well, Niamh.

I've been given an unfair advantage.

What kind of advantage?

You can't help who your father is.

No.

- Why did you go back...
- Don't. Let's go for a drink.

John.

All right, vote. All those in favour
of taking Nick Slade...

- Excuse me, sir, sorry.
- What?

Hold the vote, something's come up.

- What is it?
- Ask Miss Brockman.

I want you all to hear
what she has to say.

- Billy.
- I didn't want to do it like this.

Yes, you did.

There's an empty building
in Fountain Street. Tell them, Kate.

All the bottom men led by her
and clerked by him.

I'm not leading this.

Oh, really? Then who is?

Our new silk.

I did want to keep this a surprise.

Martha Costello, QC.

Clive Reader,

not this time.

Get out.

- Billy, please.
- You don't know...

No, this can't happen.

- No, Martha...
- It's what he's always saying.

And it's sentimental and it's stupid,

but it's true.

- This is family.
- Miss...

No, Billy, please.

And what happens in families?

They fight and they hate each other

and they're angry
and jealous and foolish,

but they stay together.

This, well, it's the biggest
moment in my career,

it's everything I've worked for.

But having two letters after my name

doesn't mean anything
if I don't have this.

And all of you.

Excuse me.

I love you.