Silk (2011–2014): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript
Martha defends a young thug who smashed up a corner shop and attacked its owner who, he claims,insulted his girlfriend. Reader has sex in a toilet with George before prosecuting three Oxford students,members of an elite drinking club,charged with trashing a pub and assaulting a young waitress as part of an initiation rite. However he is out of his depth against the boys' three smug barristers and a parochial judge and he needs advice from an old colleague and Martha,aware that hers is a hopeless case,to get his desired result.
CLIVE: You're the person
I trust most in the world.
I miss you.
CW.
Martha Costello.
Are you looking to move?
Well, I'm bloody lonely.
I want a friend.
Prosecute,
and you'll walk into silk.
-What are you doing
in Oxford, sir?
-College reunion.
Pastures new, sir.
Does Billy need
to know about this?
A white ribbon around
a Clive Reader brief?
-It's just
another job for you.
-No, it really isn't.
This isn't supposed to happen,
-falling for a solicitor.
-No.
Your upstairs
and your downstairs
need to have a talk, sir.
Positive discrimination,
is that it?
I mean, do women get more...
Martha Costello got silk
because she's
an outstanding advocate.
-I wasn't...
-Yes, you were.
We treat each application
on its merits.
You've always been
very skilled at saying nothing
whilst appearing
to say something.
Let me be very clear, then.
I'm really not allowed
to discuss what was said
about your application.
I'm applying again.
And, in the interests
of natural justice
I want to know if there's some
kind of blackballing going on.
I can't comment.
(SIGHING)
No reasons given, no feedback,
I mean, where else
in the law would that
be regarded as just?
Or reasonable?
Wednesbury reasonable.
Are you threatening us?
A judicial review
of a decision to reject an
excellent silk application.
Now, that would be
all over the press.
Talk to your senior clerk.
I haven't told him
I'm applying.
Well, I can see why.
-Why did the oyster
leave the party early?
-What?
Because he pulled a mussel.
Senior members of the Bar
don't sleep with their pupils.
-How did you...
-As I said...
I can see why you're
leaving your clerk out of it
this time round.
MARTHA: What's that?
-Miss?
-What are you watching?
We were just going
to give it to you, miss.
Weren't we, Jake?
MARTHA: I need a pupil.
Er, there aren't any.
We're interviewing next week.
Grab a notebook. Come with me.
Go for it, Beth. It's fine.
"Beth"?
How old do you think
"Beth" is, Jake?
Hello. I'm Tavishi Gupta,
CPS solicitor.
I need clearance
for a legal visit.
Yeah, well, better
late than never, Martin.
And you owe me one, remember.
He doesn't want
me prosecuting.
-Will that mean
there'll be a problem?
-No, he's my clerk.
He doesn't dictate
what work I do.
Right.
12 turning into three.
That's gonna help us get home
on the conspiracy.
How?
There's 12 students
at the restaurant.
They all smash it up,
nine of them leave.
-Leaving the three defendants.
-Who have what in common?
They're all new members
of the club.
It used to be,
you had to eat a hot chilli
for every year the club
had been in existence.
That was getting dangerous,
so now, instead...
Sexually assault the waitress,
steal her knickers,
ruin her life.
Induction rite.
Which means it was a plan,
an agreement to do something.
Which makes it a conspiracy.
Mr Cowdrey's
got a con, sir.
-What, in here?
-Yeah.
Well, can't he have it
in one of the...
Not really. Sir.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Drink?
-You were at Oxford?
-Yeah.
-Right.
-What?
-Well, you know.
-No, I don't.
-You might feel...
-Ask around.
Find out what my politics are.
Night, Clive.
-You off home?
-Yeah.
No con?
No, it's my first day
sitting tomorrow.
You'll be fine.
Just write it all down.
And don't speak.
It wasn't me.
Right.
-Well, where were you?
-Pub.
-Had lots with your mates?
-Mmm-hmm.
You're all over the shop.
Prints were on the counter.
I've been there before, innit.
Glass in your trainers matches
the glass from the shop.
I walked home that way.
-What, on your way
back from the pub?
-Mmm.
-Yeah, about half a mile
out of your way?
-Mmm.
(SIGHING)
The cut on your hand.
What's another cut?
So, er, not guilty, then?
Not guilty.
Do you always wear
that baseball cap
when you go shopping?
Between a quarter
and a third off.
No, not on attempted murder.
You don't get nothing off.
MARTHA: You see, I don't think
this is attempted murder.
This is a section 18 wounding.
That's GBH, Ricky.
-You tell them that.
-I'm gonna try.
In simple terms, you intended
on breaking all his fingers
but you weren't
going for his head.
Am I right?
-Don't push me.
-Am I right, Ricky?
What?
You can get her
to drop the murder
if I roll over on the GBH?
No. You answer my question
and I'll answer yours.
It depends who
the prosecution is
and it depends
who our judge is.
No, pleading to GBH, you mean?
It means they will have
to give you credit.
Does the devil get credit?
Yes, he does.
Maybe we should explore
why you get angry.
Oh, yeah.
Let's do that.
Why do I lose it?
Why does Ricky Armitage
go mental on you?
You want to explore that?
Come on then,
let's explore, bitch!
It's all right.
Tell me about
your girlfriend.
He dissed her.
Who did?
The man in the shop,
you dozy bint.
-Who else?
-And what did he say?
He called her a whore.
And were you were there
when he said it?
No. Alexa, my girlfriend,
she was there.
She come home and told me.
So that's the trigger?
I can help you.
Bollocks.
You got that?
MARTHA:
His girlfriend is vulnerable
and there are
care proceedings
in the family court
in relation to his daughter.
He's got a child?
I want you to get
the solicitor to find out
what's happening.
Why didn't you ask Ricky?
Well... I want to know first.
Are you off home then, miss?
I might see if someone
fancies a drink.
Mr Reader, maybe?
Uh, Mr Reader, maybe.
(CHUCKLES)
-What's she like, the victim?
-She's good, Izzy.
Robust.
Will she be intimidated by
the line-up against her?
Of course.
Line-up?
Three silks.
All privately paid,
all very pukka.
I'm hoping it'll backfire.
You still haven't answered
my question...
About not liking the boys.
I hate them and everything
they stand for.
Does that matter?
Well, I think it does a bit.
It's important not
to get personal. Sorry.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
George.
Hi.
Oh, right. Um, yeah. Okay.
Yeah, I'll see you in a bit.
Sorry, that was this
solicitor woman.
She's on her way here now.
Listen, she...
She fancies me quite a lot.
It's a bit stalker-y,
actually.
Anyway, the thing is,
she gets insanely jealous.
So...
Would you mind?
Leaving? (CHUCKLES)
Would that be...
Clive!
Who was that?
CPS solicitor.
Gave me a very strange look.
Really? Good con?
Four pages of form.
Lots of it for violence.
Crack and smack are
his drugs of choice.
Abused as a child by his uncle
when he was four.
About as damaged
as you can get.
Oh, and he says
he's the devil.
High self-esteem, at least.
George is coming.
Shall I hide under the table?
She doesn't know
I'm prosecuting.
She'd hate it if she knew.
-So just don't...
-No, no, no. Course not.
Hi.
-Hi.
-Hello.
So, what are you
doing in Oxford, Clive?
Sexual assault.
Oh, and...
And who are you for?
Do you mind if
we don't talk about it?
It makes me feel
really uneasy
casually discussing
this kind of crime.
No, I completely understand.
Shall I...
Shall I get a bottle?
My God, you'd want her
on your side in a fight.
Every time.
So...
Clive.
-Ready?
-What for?
Number of past girlfriends?
What? Oh, God.
Between 10 and 20?
More than Nick Clegg?
Define girlfriend.
What is this?
-Any weird obsessions?
-Like?
Trainspotting, Star Trek,
really big diggers.
(LAUGHS) None.
Julie Andrews, yes or no?
-Well...
-She can run properly.
She can throw
and her hair is short.
What are you saying?
Well, sometimes
with the upper class
English male,
when it comes down to it,
the ideal girl...is a boy.
She's not really my type.
Good.
Just getting a few things
clear before...
Before?
Before.
You're a very dangerous woman.
You have no idea.
Tell me.
Show me.
(MOANING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
Jake?
Yeah. Listen, I need you
to come to The Lamb.
No, no, no.
Table by the bar, my jacket.
I want you to bring it to me.
I'm in the disabled toilet.
No. I can't... I can't leave.
Jake. Jake?
Listen to me.
Shut up and just do it,
all right?
Thanks.
Bloody hell.
Last night.
Sir?
It's really very important
that Billy doesn't find out.
About?
The business in the toilet.
What business in the toilet?
Good man.
What business
in the toilet, sir?
Okay.
Jake, I was on my own
in there.
Yes.
There was nobody with me,
at any stage, doing anything.
Did you rip your
shirt yourself, sir?
No.
George Duggan...
-Wasn't there.
-You've got it.
I've got it. And Billy hasn't.
Where's the pants?
What?
Your three defendants
are arrested at the scene.
Your case is they
assault the waitress
and take the pants off her
to use them as what,
a kind of trophy?
She gets away, they stay put,
the police arrest them.
So, where's her pants, Clive?
See, if I were
defence counsel...
Yes. I know.
The only thing to leave
that pub was the waitress.
So, one more time...
I know, Martha.
Just saying.
God, whose side are you on?
-Well, it's defending.
It's what I do.
-Of course.
You'd hammer
my lying toerag
of a waitress
into the witness box,
wouldn't you,
on behalf of those...
Those poor students?
And where does Billy
stand on you prosecuting?
Oh, what, that's an argument?
Billy doesn't like it
so it must be wrong?
-Come on, Martha.
-(DOOR OPENING)
You do this once
and once only.
You lose George Duggan's
work over this
and I will stuff
so much white ribbon
down your cakehole
that it'll be coming
out of your arsehole
at the same time.
Like the mother
of all tapeworms.
Do you understand?
Mmm.
Anyway... Good luck.
And you stay out of
Miss Duggan's downstairs.
ED: Still rowing?
Ed?
Ed Marmor!
-How the hell are you?
-Good.
My God! Fine.
-So what are you...
-I'm over for a conference.
Terrorism and the law.
Marmor on Terror.
I bought it.
-Did you read it?
-No!
Professor Ed.
Yeah.
God, look at us.
-Prime of life.
-Yeah.
A couple of big shots.
Marston Street seems like...
-Ages ago.
-Yeah.
-Best year of my life.
-Yeah?
You know the hardest thing?
It took me years after
to belong in the real world.
Everything was
disappointing after that.
-Ed.
-What?
-Shut up.
-Absolutely.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
You can't repeat the past.
Hey, who said that?
Someone says it to Gatsby.
Gatsby doesn't agree.
-So, how long are you...
-Rest of the week.
Oh, excellent.
Listen, we should...
-Shoot the breeze?
-(CHUCKLES)
MARTHA: Last night.
Tell me what happened.
You know what happened.
I want to hear it from you.
I got a razor and I jumped.
Jumped?
In the safety net,
so people don't kill themself
off the landing, yeah?
I went in it,
just me and my sharp.
And I started cutting.
I was bouncing
about and cutting.
It was amazing.
And they couldn't get at me.
And how did they stop you?
Some big-arse officer
jumped in there with me.
And did you try and hurt him?
No, it wasn't about him.
Can I see?
You weren't really trying
to hurt yourself either,
were you, Ricky?
Then why are you here?
Because you're my client.
Do you love her, Alexa?
Or did you just
smash up the shop
because you're an
angry man with what,
no heart, no feelings?
(GAVEL POUNDING)
All rise.
I think possibly counsel
should see Your Honour
in chambers?
It's a small world,
the criminal Bar. It happens.
Can't see there's a problem.
No. no, no. Hang on.
So, prosecuting counsel is
applying to join the chambers
of which the judge is head,
and nobody's supposed to know,
yet defence counsel
does know.
I mean, I'm sorry,
but this is doing my head in.
-Your Honour.
-We rise above.
We're all capable
of conducting ourselves
in a professional manner
and leaving anything personal
at the court door.
CAROLINE:
And it's a plea, isn't it?
You're dropping
the attempted murder?
We can't prove intent.
There.
Look how grown-up
we're all being.
Oh, one thing...
The defendant must be happy.
Are you being nice to me?
Don't know what you mean.
Would you have offered
this deal if I wasn't
a vote that you need?
(GAVEL POUNDING)
All rise.
Tricky thing is
impressing you...
and impressing him.
(WHISTLING)
What is this?
A stranger walks in
and you all go quiet?
What?
Are we in a pub on Dartmoor?
You all look like
a bunch of crows.
It's a murder.
Sorry?
A murder of crows,
I think you'll find.
Okay, Izzy.
I'm here just to say hello.
And they're here
because they're entitled
to be and because...
Actually, why don't
you tell her?
To make sure you don't
coach the witness.
They're really here
because they think
they can intimidate you.
But of course they can't.
Because I'm going to
rip them to shreds.
Tom... McFarland.
Just wanted to say,
whatever happens,
I know you're just
doing your job.
Hard feelings
won't come into it.
Well done.
You okay?
Fine.
CLIVE: All three
defendants in the dock,
together with nine others,
have pleaded guilty to causing
£17,000's worth of damage
to the White Hart pub.
Now, it's a lot of damage,
it's a lot of money,
but it's just property.
These three are also charged
with conspiracy to commit
a truly nasty
and deeply humiliating
sexual assault
on a 19-year-old girl.
Now, conspiracy...
Is an agreement.
They agreed to assault
Izzy Calvin,
their waitress that night.
And what did they do?
They forced her down
onto a table,
they pulled her skirt up
from behind,
they dragged her knickers down
and they took them off her.
Now, pause.
Imagine you're Izzy.
It's dark.
You're being forcibly
held down,
your pants have
been ripped off.
There are three men doing this
and they're all very drunk.
What's going to happen next?
What else can it be?
Izzy...
Believed that she was
going to be raped.
Your Honour, um...
Jury out.
I understand your zeal
as a prosecutor, Mr Reader.
The convert is noisier than
those who have
always belonged.
But I'm most anxious
the jury don't get
the wrong end of the stick.
What would Your Honour
like me to do?
You must ignore
anything I said
that might suggest
this was an attempted rape.
It wasn't...
It isn't...
And I'm sorry.
Whoops.
You don't do that.
Nobody interrupts
an opening speech.
You don't open rape
when it isn't there.
Is it your little
solicitor girl?
Is it because you want
to get into the knickers
of little Miss CPS?
Argh! (LAUGHS)
Nerve touched?
I think Achilles
has shown us his heel,
and so early in the day.
CAROLINE: I know this is
very difficult for you.
We've all seen
the CCTV footage.
And I'm sure that
we would all understand
if you don't want to answer.
Your daughter was with you
in the shop at the time.
Can you tell us
how she's doing?
She's not coping.
Remind us how old she is.
She's 12 years old and
she's wetting her bed.
She wakes up every
half-hour in the night.
We do not sleep.
She will not leave
the house without me
but she will not
go to the shop,
so I cannot work.
No questions.
I think your client wants you.
Thank you.
Ask him
what he called my girlfriend.
Ricky, that won't help.
-Ask him.
-No, Ricky.
I'm going to adjourn this.
We'll come back on Wednesday.
I'm warning you, Mr Armitage.
Any more
of that behaviour
and I'll hold you
in contempt of court.
Take him down.
Nice.
It's my restaurant and
I told them all to leave.
CLIVE: And did they?
No. They started
throwing glasses and pulling
the pictures off the walls.
It was mayhem.
I went up to my office
and called 999.
When I came back down
Izzy was gone.
You went up to your office?
-Yes.
-Why?
I don't understand.
It's a restaurant.
Is there another phone?
-Yes.
-Is it downstairs?
-Yes.
-Why not use it?
Who is Adam Garside?
He's a decorator.
Will you take
a look at this, please?
Is that an invoice
from Adam Garside
-for a re-fit done
on The White Hart?
-Yes.
And is the date the booking
was made to do the work
recorded at the top
left hand corner
of the invoice?
Yes, it is.
And is that date before
this incident took place?
Yes.
What relation to you
is Mr Garside?
He's my cousin.
You went upstairs
to make your 999 call
to allow time
for the 12 downstairs
to do serious damage
to the restaurant.
-I don't follow.
-Well, let me spell it out.
You allowed it to happen,
so you can
claim the insurance
and brighten up
your dreary little pub
whilst sending work
to your cousin.
Is it right that all three
defendants wrote to you
after the incident?
Yes.
Were those letters
letters of apology
for the damage
they'd caused?
Yes.
And is it right that
the defendants repaid you
for the cost of the damage?
Yes.
Did you get repaid twice,
Mr Craven?
The insurers...
And the defendants?
Yes.
What was the point of that?
How does
slagging off the boss
make any difference
to the question
of whether or not
your boys did
their sick business with Izzy?
Bit ruffled, Reader?
More puzzled, really.
About?
About how any of you
got silk with judgement
as poor as that.
More titillating question is
why you didn't.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
ED: Kant versus Bentham.
You still for Kant?
I've had a long day in court.
Terrorist suspect.
20 minutes to go
before the bomb
he planted goes off,
killing thousands of people,
destroying the Bodleian
and every book in it.
The answer's no.
Torture is always wrong.
It demeans us all,
it reduces us
as human beings.
It's too big a price to pay.
Ah. What if it's London, hmm?
What if it's a really dirty
bomb and eight million
people will die?
So, the higher the number,
the harder it gets
to defend my position?
Torture one terrorist,
save eight million lives.
Indefensible not to.
Your argument becomes absurd.
All right. Well, what if we
torture him, he doesn't give
us the information, but...
-But?
-There's one way
to get him to talk.
If we torture his
5-year-old daughter,
he'll cough.
See? You're happy when
the person we're torturing
has guilt attached,
like, maybe he
deserves it anyway,
but put someone
innocent in his place...
Look what happens.
I'm glad you stuck
to your guns on this.
Really? Why?
Well, I guess I didn't
believe you 20 years ago.
I thought you were posturing.
-Why would I have done that?
-Because you were angry.
And you felt uneasy
about all this privilege,
so you took up
contrary positions.
Maybe that's why you
went to the Bar.
What's that got to do with it?
To defend the indefensible,
to keep being angry.
I'm prosecuting now.
Yeah, I heard.
And I heard
who you're prosecuting.
Which leaves
the posture question
kind of hanging.
Get me George Duggan.
Bethany, bucket of chicken.
Go.
Come on, Jake. Jake?
-Jake.
-Uh, she's not answering.
Well, where the hell is she?
Well, she's probably
with Mr...
What's the matter, Jake?
Cat got your tongue?
(CHOIR SINGING)
(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
George, hang on.
You're where?
-So you pleased to see me?
-Yes.
No, it was just you ringing
in the middle of evensong.
Is there a greater sin?
No, I was just a bit thrown
'cause one of the defendants
was singing.
-Your client?
-No, no. Not mine.
Are they all at this college?
Erm, no, none of them.
-Brasenose doesn't have
any badly behaved men?
-(CHUCKLES)
-Are women allowed in here?
-No.
(GASPS)
How incredibly exciting.
What if we get...
What if we get caught?
-Clive?
-Yeah?
How old are you?
-About 19.
-That's what I thought.
It'll squeak.
What?
Single beds always do.
You must have had your
fair share of single beds.
My place of safety.
On my first night
at boarding school,
I must have cried for
about four hours.
Trying to keep
it quiet, obviously.
When I went to sleep,
I dreamt I was at home.
I was looking for my mum.
I woke up.
I woke myself up.
I was calling out for my mum.
And the boy in the bed
next to me was awake.
And he said,
"It's Lloyd.
"Sorry."
-He used his own surname?
-Yeah.
12 hours in and none of us
had Christian names any more.
To his credit, he didn't tell
anyone in the morning.
You know,
about me crying out for
my mum in the night.
And what became of Lloyd?
He went on to be quite
badly bullied by me.
(LAUGHS)
I'm not interested
in mothering you.
-No?
-No.
Oh, well.
Worth a shot.
More squeaky sex?
-Oh, Lloyd!
-(LAUGHS)
Lloyd! Shh!
She's 10 years old.
-Who?
-Ella, the daughter.
Alexa was 15
when she was born.
Ricky was 16.
I spoke with the barrister
that's representing Ricky
in the care proceedings.
And?
The final hearing's
listed the week after
Ricky's criminal case.
She says they're waiting
to see what he gets
before they decide.
Whether to take her into care?
Or not.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Why did you stop?
I didn't know she was there.
And when I did, the way
she looked at me, like...
-Like?
-Ella.
Your daughter?
Jamie Slotover.
-Oh, I can't talk to you.
-I know.
It's for when this is over
and we can talk.
McFarland Senior is the story.
Famous daddy puts it
on the front page,
if the boys are convicted,
of course.
A big inside story
on the lawyers.
Four million readers.
Don't talk to her. Press scum.
Izzy Calvin is going
to give her evidence
but I want to call her last,
so she has time to settle down
and feel less intimidated.
£30,000 a day
this court costs the taxpayer.
I'm not sitting through
three quarters of the
prosecution case,
only for you to pull the plug.
Won't happen. She'll be fine.
(MOBILE PHONE VIBRATING)
I was in the cell
across from them
in the police station.
I could hear
everything they said.
Posh people always
talk loudly, don't they?
CLIVE: What were
they talking about?
Knickers.
Or rather,
one pair of knickers.
Saying what?
Laughing about how they
were skimpy but also frilly.
And the next afternoon,
were you released
from the police station?
Yeah. And as I was
being processed,
she came in.
-Who?
-The girl, Izzy.
Did you hear what she said?
She said she'd been
sexually assaulted.
And this was after you'd
heard the three defendants
talk about the knickers?
Hours later.
You're a liar, Paddy Caffrey.
PADDY: Is that a question?
You're a liar with a chip.
You've lost me there.
Is it right that on the
9th of December 2009,
at this court,
you were convicted of
handling stolen goods?
Yes.
-An offence of dishonesty.
-You're the lawyer.
Are you trying to be funny?
Are you trying to be
a pompous git?
Look. There's the chip.
Right there on your shoulder.
That's not a question.
That is a gratuitous insult.
Mr Caffrey!
Mr Judge?
Is it right that you were
convicted following a trial?
During which
you gave evidence.
Oh, look. There's long wind
coming right out of your arse.
Mr Caffrey! Final warning.
Evidence which
the jury decided,
by finding you guilty,
was a pack of lies.
You're a proven liar.
The jury can
make their mind up
about trusting you
this time round.
I've heard about the police
being not very sympathetic
with victims
of sexual assaults.
So you were worried about
how they'd treat you?
Yes.
Did you tell your boyfriend
when you got home that night?
-No.
-No?
What were you frightened of?
That he wouldn't understand.
Not understand what?
He might think that
I'd somehow led them on.
Why would he think that?
I don't know.
Is he the jealous type?
Yes.
Is he the type who suggests
you do lead people on?
How did you meet?
-At the restaurant.
-Did he work there?
-No.
-So how did you meet him?
He was a customer.
What, a regular customer?
No. He just...
-One night...
-You were his waitress?
Yes.
Did one thing lead to another?
Yes.
Did you have sex
the same night you met?
-Did he leave a tip?
-Your Honour!
JUDGE: Mr Milson's finished,
I think.
MILSON: No further questions.
How many buttons on your shirt
were undone?
The first three.
Is the purpose of that
to show a bit of cleavage?
-No.
-Well, why not two buttons?
How about your skirt?
Above the knee?
-Yes.
-How far above the knee?
-A few inches.
-How many inches?
-6.
-Your Honour! Please.
The line of cross-examination
is directly relevant to
the defence case.
I'm happy for the jury
to hear this, Mr Reader.
When you're waitressing,
is it right that you have
to lean across tables
to serve customers?
Yes.
With a skirt that short,
it's highly likely that
your knickers are going
to be visible, isn't it?
Which means these defendants
would have known
that they were skimpy
and frilly, wouldn't they?
-Possibly, but...
-Were you flirting with them?
The thing about being
a waitress is,
that's sort of
part of the job.
-So the answer is yes.
-A bit.
But when they got drunk and
started smashing the glasses
I went into the pub bit,
out of the way.
And then you went back?
They pushed me down
on the table and ripped
my pants off me.
Why don't you ask me
questions about that?
Why go back in, if they'd
been behaving as they had?
On your own, in your skirt,
6 inches above the knee,
and your shirt, with all
those buttons undone,
in the dark.
It was dark and
I was frightened and
it was very confusing.
So dark that
you couldn't see
which of the three
had hold of you?
-Really?
-Yes.
And you had no idea
who was taunting you,
who was doing the so-called
egging on?
Really?
I've told you I don't know
which of them was doing what.
You were speaking
to them all night,
taking orders, laughing,
joking, flirting.
Are you asking this jury
to believe you couldn't
tell their voices apart?
What are you saying?
I'm saying your evidence
is a pack of lies.
The truth is you were
making it very clear to them
that you were more than just
their waitress, weren't you?
Why... Why have you sat down?
JUDGE: Miss Calvin.
Are you afraid to say it?
Are you calling me a whore?
Are you?
Are you?
They're going to get off.
I can't stand it.
I thought you might
need a bit of help.
What is this?
We're both interested in
seeing these boys go down.
Bloody hell.
CLIVE:
The first defendant's father,
McFarland Senior,
and the victim, Izzy Calvin.
Crikey.
Well, it could be her
asking for money,
or it's him
trying to pay her off,
which is what
the journalist thinks.
Has to be the first.
She must have gone to him,
or she would have told you,
wouldn't she?
It doesn't mean
she wasn't assaulted.
-Clive.
-It doesn't mean
she wasn't assaulted.
No. And I didn't say that.
What are the defence saying?
You haven't told them.
If you're right
and Izzy is complicit,
you know what will happen.
The whole case collapses.
At the very best,
there'll be a new trial.
She wouldn't do it.
She can't go through
it all again.
-Clive!
-If I disclose these
to the defence,
all three of them will walk.
They'll get away with it.
Non-disclosure of evidence
is as serious as it gets.
I know. I know, I know.
Is this about Izzy,
or is this about you?
What colour are your socks?
What?
Your socks,
what colour are they?
-Now?
-Now.
Yellow.
And what colour
are the socks being worn
by your co-defendants'?
How can he be
expected to know?
Well, let's see if he does,
shall we?
-They're yellow.
-How do you know?
I just know.
Is it coincidence that
all three of you are
wearing yellow socks?
-No.
-Because you had
an agreement to wear them...
A plan?
Yes.
-Made when?
-Start of the trial.
-Signifying what?
-Well, they're socks.
No, they're not.
They're club socks,
aren't they?
-McFarland?
-Yes.
Yes.
And wearing them now
is a statement of solidarity.
-If you like.
-If I like, or yes?
Yes.
And a clear indication
that you all intend
to remain in the club
whatever happens here?
It's the three individuals
on trial here, Mr Reader,
not the club
and its codes of practice.
The purpose of the club is to
conspire to commit crime.
My learned friend is getting
a little overexcited.
Wild and unsustainable
allegation.
What else do you do,
apart from smash up
restaurants?
It was set up as
a cricket club.
When was
the last cricket match
involving the club?
No conferring.
The coronation.
I'm sorry?
1953.
So, 58 years of
smashing up restaurants.
My God.
If you like.
And after this trial,
regardless of the outcome,
you hope to continue
with your life of crime?
You know, some people,
maybe even this jury,
might consider that to be
an act of shocking arrogance.
Is it nature or nurture?
I... I don't understand
the premise of the question.
Well, not everyone
born into a fantastically
privileged position
goes on to lead
a life of crime.
Lots of very rich boys
go on to live blameless,
even constructive existences,
despite their backgrounds.
Ricky Armitage has had
a hell of a life.
And he's made quite a few
other lives hell.
I've heard that when
you go to judge school
they tell you
to ignore the fact
that the defendant
has had a childhood
filled with abuse,
neglect and misery.
But I think that's wrong.
And I think there are judges
with the independence of mind
to agree with me.
You see, aged four,
Ricky Armitage
had his uncle
in bed with him
most nights for nine months.
Aged 10,
his foster father
tied a lit cigarette
to his penis
with an elastic band
and made him dance
around the coffee table
to Leo Sayer.
Am I wrong in thinking
that these two events
have something to do with
why Ricky is a violent man?
Ricky has
two things in his life
that he cares about.
His girlfriend
and his daughter.
He loves them both.
This... This man,
this violent, angry,
damaged man,
who smacks a baseball bat down
on another man's fingers,
has love in his heart
for two human beings
and, well, I think
that's extraordinary.
I mean, how can a man
with so much brutality
in his life feel love?
Well, Ricky can.
And not only
is that extraordinary,
it also means
there's one thing inside him
that any judge
doing his job well
has to recognise.
And that's hope.
Don't take that away.
Don't send him to prison
for a length of time
that will extinguish hope.
Because when you
extinguish hope,
there's nothing.
And when there's nothing,
well, we'd better
all watch out.
Am I allowed in here?
No.
What are you doing here?
All my exam certificates,
all my tennis trophies
and squash cups,
they're all in the big
middle drawer of my father's
old desk at home.
-Ed, enough schmaltz.
-Schmaltz?
Sorry.
I'm trying not to lose
a really big trial.
People keep things.
Clubs keep things.
Clubs have trophy cabinets.
Secret clubs have secret
trophy cabinets.
Yes, they do.
-What, you...
-Shh.
I'm not even allowed
in here, right?
(DOOR CLOSES)
CLIVE: Why didn't you
leave with the other nine
when they left?
PATRICK: We were
enjoying ourselves.
The waitress was
flirting with us.
Did you talk about her
in a sexual way?
Just, you know,
normal remarks.
-Such as?
-About her legs.
What about her legs?
That she had good legs for...
For?
For what, a girl?
For someone her age.
(SCOFFS)
-How old are you?
-19.
How old is she?
19.
You weren't going to say that,
were you, about her age?
-Say what?
-Well, just now...
Right then...
You lied to me.
Good legs for someone her age?
Why don't you finish
the sentence the way that
it came out that night?
-Good legs for...
-A slag.
It's a long way from
evensong, isn't it?
A word that ugly?
We're none of us just
one thing, are we?
Define slag.
A girl who sleeps around.
Does Izzy Calvin sleep around?
-I don't know.
-You don't know?
So why did you call her that?
Okay. One more time.
Why did three of you
stay behind?
I'll make it easier.
Why was it the three
new members of the club
who stayed behind?
It was your induction,
wasn't it?
Get the knickers,
join the club.
No.
Something you felt
you could do
-because of your
sense of entitlement?
-No.
Without regard
for your victim.
Cold, brutal, unfeeling.
Well, where are they, then,
if we took them off her?
I bet they're in her drawer
in her bedroom at home.
How much would you
like to bet?
Sorry?
Your scholarship?
Your inheritance?
No. What are you saying?
Shall we share the information
on that piece of paper
with the police?
Shall we tell them
where your club
hides its trophies?
What do we think?
Do we want the unedifying
spectacle of waving a pair
of pants around in court?
Do you want Izzy Calvin
to suffer the humiliation
of having her pants
in an exhibits bag
being examined by the jury?
Or shall we get it
over with now...
The honourable way?
Telford?
Sorry.
Don't say it to me.
I'm sorry.
JUDGE: I take into account
your early pleas of guilty,
your good character,
the fact that each of you
have written to the owner of
the restaurant to apologise,
that you have paid for
the damage you caused,
and that you have
very promising futures
in front of you all.
This was mindless violence
and it's disgraceful
behaviour from young men
who should know better.
It is an attack
on the community,
and it came about because
you thought you were above
the community,
not part of it,
better than it.
Well, you're not.
And I want you
to understand that.
Which is why
I'm sentencing you each
to 120 hours
of community service.
Clear the dock.
I want to deal with
the three defendants
in the trial separately.
This was an act of
mindless violence.
It had a trigger but
that excuses nothing.
It has two victims...
A father
and a daughter who,
I have seen for myself,
have suffered and
will suffer terribly.
You could be proposed
for membership,
be rejected
and never even know that
you were proposed
in the first place.
It's all very secretive.
Not much natural justice.
Judicially reviewable,
probably.
What sort of thing
would you be rejected for?
I don't know.
If you went to Harrow
and not Eton?
If how angry you were
somehow interfered
with good manners,
you know, that kind of thing.
Reader!
What do you want, Milson?
Do people like you
eat humble pie?
Journalist named Slotover.
Would I care to comment?
I'll see you in the
Court of Appeal
and I'll see you in front
of the Bar Standards Board.
This is the end of
your career, Reader.
The real world, huh?
CLIVE: I didn't disclose them.
Well, say something.
Eight years.
My God, Marth, that's...
Right at the top end,
but completely un-appealable.
And, coming from
our Head of Chambers...
Unbearable.
What about you?
Eight months.
And how do you feel
about that?
I haven't stopped being angry
since it happened.
Then, you're a prosecutor.
It feels like it fits, Marth.
Like I fit with it.
BILLY: Mr Reader, sir.
You survived.
The new Mrs Reader's
none the wiser
and you're back on
the pink ribbons.
Night.
When you're dealing with
an escape situation,
you keep the van locked.
MARTHA: That wasn't fighting
your own corner.
That was cutting
Michael Ward's throat.
He's dead because of me.
But that doesn't make you
guilty of murder.
I'm really counting
on you here.
I'd need to be sure of feeling
the love in the clerks' room.
But, if we were
looking for prosecutors,
then Caroline Warwick
may not be the way to go.
You know what, Billy?
To be honest,
I expected better.
I've had a letter from
the Bar Standards Board.
I really need your help.
Jesus, Clive.
I trust most in the world.
I miss you.
CW.
Martha Costello.
Are you looking to move?
Well, I'm bloody lonely.
I want a friend.
Prosecute,
and you'll walk into silk.
-What are you doing
in Oxford, sir?
-College reunion.
Pastures new, sir.
Does Billy need
to know about this?
A white ribbon around
a Clive Reader brief?
-It's just
another job for you.
-No, it really isn't.
This isn't supposed to happen,
-falling for a solicitor.
-No.
Your upstairs
and your downstairs
need to have a talk, sir.
Positive discrimination,
is that it?
I mean, do women get more...
Martha Costello got silk
because she's
an outstanding advocate.
-I wasn't...
-Yes, you were.
We treat each application
on its merits.
You've always been
very skilled at saying nothing
whilst appearing
to say something.
Let me be very clear, then.
I'm really not allowed
to discuss what was said
about your application.
I'm applying again.
And, in the interests
of natural justice
I want to know if there's some
kind of blackballing going on.
I can't comment.
(SIGHING)
No reasons given, no feedback,
I mean, where else
in the law would that
be regarded as just?
Or reasonable?
Wednesbury reasonable.
Are you threatening us?
A judicial review
of a decision to reject an
excellent silk application.
Now, that would be
all over the press.
Talk to your senior clerk.
I haven't told him
I'm applying.
Well, I can see why.
-Why did the oyster
leave the party early?
-What?
Because he pulled a mussel.
Senior members of the Bar
don't sleep with their pupils.
-How did you...
-As I said...
I can see why you're
leaving your clerk out of it
this time round.
MARTHA: What's that?
-Miss?
-What are you watching?
We were just going
to give it to you, miss.
Weren't we, Jake?
MARTHA: I need a pupil.
Er, there aren't any.
We're interviewing next week.
Grab a notebook. Come with me.
Go for it, Beth. It's fine.
"Beth"?
How old do you think
"Beth" is, Jake?
Hello. I'm Tavishi Gupta,
CPS solicitor.
I need clearance
for a legal visit.
Yeah, well, better
late than never, Martin.
And you owe me one, remember.
He doesn't want
me prosecuting.
-Will that mean
there'll be a problem?
-No, he's my clerk.
He doesn't dictate
what work I do.
Right.
12 turning into three.
That's gonna help us get home
on the conspiracy.
How?
There's 12 students
at the restaurant.
They all smash it up,
nine of them leave.
-Leaving the three defendants.
-Who have what in common?
They're all new members
of the club.
It used to be,
you had to eat a hot chilli
for every year the club
had been in existence.
That was getting dangerous,
so now, instead...
Sexually assault the waitress,
steal her knickers,
ruin her life.
Induction rite.
Which means it was a plan,
an agreement to do something.
Which makes it a conspiracy.
Mr Cowdrey's
got a con, sir.
-What, in here?
-Yeah.
Well, can't he have it
in one of the...
Not really. Sir.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Drink?
-You were at Oxford?
-Yeah.
-Right.
-What?
-Well, you know.
-No, I don't.
-You might feel...
-Ask around.
Find out what my politics are.
Night, Clive.
-You off home?
-Yeah.
No con?
No, it's my first day
sitting tomorrow.
You'll be fine.
Just write it all down.
And don't speak.
It wasn't me.
Right.
-Well, where were you?
-Pub.
-Had lots with your mates?
-Mmm-hmm.
You're all over the shop.
Prints were on the counter.
I've been there before, innit.
Glass in your trainers matches
the glass from the shop.
I walked home that way.
-What, on your way
back from the pub?
-Mmm.
-Yeah, about half a mile
out of your way?
-Mmm.
(SIGHING)
The cut on your hand.
What's another cut?
So, er, not guilty, then?
Not guilty.
Do you always wear
that baseball cap
when you go shopping?
Between a quarter
and a third off.
No, not on attempted murder.
You don't get nothing off.
MARTHA: You see, I don't think
this is attempted murder.
This is a section 18 wounding.
That's GBH, Ricky.
-You tell them that.
-I'm gonna try.
In simple terms, you intended
on breaking all his fingers
but you weren't
going for his head.
Am I right?
-Don't push me.
-Am I right, Ricky?
What?
You can get her
to drop the murder
if I roll over on the GBH?
No. You answer my question
and I'll answer yours.
It depends who
the prosecution is
and it depends
who our judge is.
No, pleading to GBH, you mean?
It means they will have
to give you credit.
Does the devil get credit?
Yes, he does.
Maybe we should explore
why you get angry.
Oh, yeah.
Let's do that.
Why do I lose it?
Why does Ricky Armitage
go mental on you?
You want to explore that?
Come on then,
let's explore, bitch!
It's all right.
Tell me about
your girlfriend.
He dissed her.
Who did?
The man in the shop,
you dozy bint.
-Who else?
-And what did he say?
He called her a whore.
And were you were there
when he said it?
No. Alexa, my girlfriend,
she was there.
She come home and told me.
So that's the trigger?
I can help you.
Bollocks.
You got that?
MARTHA:
His girlfriend is vulnerable
and there are
care proceedings
in the family court
in relation to his daughter.
He's got a child?
I want you to get
the solicitor to find out
what's happening.
Why didn't you ask Ricky?
Well... I want to know first.
Are you off home then, miss?
I might see if someone
fancies a drink.
Mr Reader, maybe?
Uh, Mr Reader, maybe.
(CHUCKLES)
-What's she like, the victim?
-She's good, Izzy.
Robust.
Will she be intimidated by
the line-up against her?
Of course.
Line-up?
Three silks.
All privately paid,
all very pukka.
I'm hoping it'll backfire.
You still haven't answered
my question...
About not liking the boys.
I hate them and everything
they stand for.
Does that matter?
Well, I think it does a bit.
It's important not
to get personal. Sorry.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
George.
Hi.
Oh, right. Um, yeah. Okay.
Yeah, I'll see you in a bit.
Sorry, that was this
solicitor woman.
She's on her way here now.
Listen, she...
She fancies me quite a lot.
It's a bit stalker-y,
actually.
Anyway, the thing is,
she gets insanely jealous.
So...
Would you mind?
Leaving? (CHUCKLES)
Would that be...
Clive!
Who was that?
CPS solicitor.
Gave me a very strange look.
Really? Good con?
Four pages of form.
Lots of it for violence.
Crack and smack are
his drugs of choice.
Abused as a child by his uncle
when he was four.
About as damaged
as you can get.
Oh, and he says
he's the devil.
High self-esteem, at least.
George is coming.
Shall I hide under the table?
She doesn't know
I'm prosecuting.
She'd hate it if she knew.
-So just don't...
-No, no, no. Course not.
Hi.
-Hi.
-Hello.
So, what are you
doing in Oxford, Clive?
Sexual assault.
Oh, and...
And who are you for?
Do you mind if
we don't talk about it?
It makes me feel
really uneasy
casually discussing
this kind of crime.
No, I completely understand.
Shall I...
Shall I get a bottle?
My God, you'd want her
on your side in a fight.
Every time.
So...
Clive.
-Ready?
-What for?
Number of past girlfriends?
What? Oh, God.
Between 10 and 20?
More than Nick Clegg?
Define girlfriend.
What is this?
-Any weird obsessions?
-Like?
Trainspotting, Star Trek,
really big diggers.
(LAUGHS) None.
Julie Andrews, yes or no?
-Well...
-She can run properly.
She can throw
and her hair is short.
What are you saying?
Well, sometimes
with the upper class
English male,
when it comes down to it,
the ideal girl...is a boy.
She's not really my type.
Good.
Just getting a few things
clear before...
Before?
Before.
You're a very dangerous woman.
You have no idea.
Tell me.
Show me.
(MOANING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
Jake?
Yeah. Listen, I need you
to come to The Lamb.
No, no, no.
Table by the bar, my jacket.
I want you to bring it to me.
I'm in the disabled toilet.
No. I can't... I can't leave.
Jake. Jake?
Listen to me.
Shut up and just do it,
all right?
Thanks.
Bloody hell.
Last night.
Sir?
It's really very important
that Billy doesn't find out.
About?
The business in the toilet.
What business in the toilet?
Good man.
What business
in the toilet, sir?
Okay.
Jake, I was on my own
in there.
Yes.
There was nobody with me,
at any stage, doing anything.
Did you rip your
shirt yourself, sir?
No.
George Duggan...
-Wasn't there.
-You've got it.
I've got it. And Billy hasn't.
Where's the pants?
What?
Your three defendants
are arrested at the scene.
Your case is they
assault the waitress
and take the pants off her
to use them as what,
a kind of trophy?
She gets away, they stay put,
the police arrest them.
So, where's her pants, Clive?
See, if I were
defence counsel...
Yes. I know.
The only thing to leave
that pub was the waitress.
So, one more time...
I know, Martha.
Just saying.
God, whose side are you on?
-Well, it's defending.
It's what I do.
-Of course.
You'd hammer
my lying toerag
of a waitress
into the witness box,
wouldn't you,
on behalf of those...
Those poor students?
And where does Billy
stand on you prosecuting?
Oh, what, that's an argument?
Billy doesn't like it
so it must be wrong?
-Come on, Martha.
-(DOOR OPENING)
You do this once
and once only.
You lose George Duggan's
work over this
and I will stuff
so much white ribbon
down your cakehole
that it'll be coming
out of your arsehole
at the same time.
Like the mother
of all tapeworms.
Do you understand?
Mmm.
Anyway... Good luck.
And you stay out of
Miss Duggan's downstairs.
ED: Still rowing?
Ed?
Ed Marmor!
-How the hell are you?
-Good.
My God! Fine.
-So what are you...
-I'm over for a conference.
Terrorism and the law.
Marmor on Terror.
I bought it.
-Did you read it?
-No!
Professor Ed.
Yeah.
God, look at us.
-Prime of life.
-Yeah.
A couple of big shots.
Marston Street seems like...
-Ages ago.
-Yeah.
-Best year of my life.
-Yeah?
You know the hardest thing?
It took me years after
to belong in the real world.
Everything was
disappointing after that.
-Ed.
-What?
-Shut up.
-Absolutely.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
You can't repeat the past.
Hey, who said that?
Someone says it to Gatsby.
Gatsby doesn't agree.
-So, how long are you...
-Rest of the week.
Oh, excellent.
Listen, we should...
-Shoot the breeze?
-(CHUCKLES)
MARTHA: Last night.
Tell me what happened.
You know what happened.
I want to hear it from you.
I got a razor and I jumped.
Jumped?
In the safety net,
so people don't kill themself
off the landing, yeah?
I went in it,
just me and my sharp.
And I started cutting.
I was bouncing
about and cutting.
It was amazing.
And they couldn't get at me.
And how did they stop you?
Some big-arse officer
jumped in there with me.
And did you try and hurt him?
No, it wasn't about him.
Can I see?
You weren't really trying
to hurt yourself either,
were you, Ricky?
Then why are you here?
Because you're my client.
Do you love her, Alexa?
Or did you just
smash up the shop
because you're an
angry man with what,
no heart, no feelings?
(GAVEL POUNDING)
All rise.
I think possibly counsel
should see Your Honour
in chambers?
It's a small world,
the criminal Bar. It happens.
Can't see there's a problem.
No. no, no. Hang on.
So, prosecuting counsel is
applying to join the chambers
of which the judge is head,
and nobody's supposed to know,
yet defence counsel
does know.
I mean, I'm sorry,
but this is doing my head in.
-Your Honour.
-We rise above.
We're all capable
of conducting ourselves
in a professional manner
and leaving anything personal
at the court door.
CAROLINE:
And it's a plea, isn't it?
You're dropping
the attempted murder?
We can't prove intent.
There.
Look how grown-up
we're all being.
Oh, one thing...
The defendant must be happy.
Are you being nice to me?
Don't know what you mean.
Would you have offered
this deal if I wasn't
a vote that you need?
(GAVEL POUNDING)
All rise.
Tricky thing is
impressing you...
and impressing him.
(WHISTLING)
What is this?
A stranger walks in
and you all go quiet?
What?
Are we in a pub on Dartmoor?
You all look like
a bunch of crows.
It's a murder.
Sorry?
A murder of crows,
I think you'll find.
Okay, Izzy.
I'm here just to say hello.
And they're here
because they're entitled
to be and because...
Actually, why don't
you tell her?
To make sure you don't
coach the witness.
They're really here
because they think
they can intimidate you.
But of course they can't.
Because I'm going to
rip them to shreds.
Tom... McFarland.
Just wanted to say,
whatever happens,
I know you're just
doing your job.
Hard feelings
won't come into it.
Well done.
You okay?
Fine.
CLIVE: All three
defendants in the dock,
together with nine others,
have pleaded guilty to causing
£17,000's worth of damage
to the White Hart pub.
Now, it's a lot of damage,
it's a lot of money,
but it's just property.
These three are also charged
with conspiracy to commit
a truly nasty
and deeply humiliating
sexual assault
on a 19-year-old girl.
Now, conspiracy...
Is an agreement.
They agreed to assault
Izzy Calvin,
their waitress that night.
And what did they do?
They forced her down
onto a table,
they pulled her skirt up
from behind,
they dragged her knickers down
and they took them off her.
Now, pause.
Imagine you're Izzy.
It's dark.
You're being forcibly
held down,
your pants have
been ripped off.
There are three men doing this
and they're all very drunk.
What's going to happen next?
What else can it be?
Izzy...
Believed that she was
going to be raped.
Your Honour, um...
Jury out.
I understand your zeal
as a prosecutor, Mr Reader.
The convert is noisier than
those who have
always belonged.
But I'm most anxious
the jury don't get
the wrong end of the stick.
What would Your Honour
like me to do?
You must ignore
anything I said
that might suggest
this was an attempted rape.
It wasn't...
It isn't...
And I'm sorry.
Whoops.
You don't do that.
Nobody interrupts
an opening speech.
You don't open rape
when it isn't there.
Is it your little
solicitor girl?
Is it because you want
to get into the knickers
of little Miss CPS?
Argh! (LAUGHS)
Nerve touched?
I think Achilles
has shown us his heel,
and so early in the day.
CAROLINE: I know this is
very difficult for you.
We've all seen
the CCTV footage.
And I'm sure that
we would all understand
if you don't want to answer.
Your daughter was with you
in the shop at the time.
Can you tell us
how she's doing?
She's not coping.
Remind us how old she is.
She's 12 years old and
she's wetting her bed.
She wakes up every
half-hour in the night.
We do not sleep.
She will not leave
the house without me
but she will not
go to the shop,
so I cannot work.
No questions.
I think your client wants you.
Thank you.
Ask him
what he called my girlfriend.
Ricky, that won't help.
-Ask him.
-No, Ricky.
I'm going to adjourn this.
We'll come back on Wednesday.
I'm warning you, Mr Armitage.
Any more
of that behaviour
and I'll hold you
in contempt of court.
Take him down.
Nice.
It's my restaurant and
I told them all to leave.
CLIVE: And did they?
No. They started
throwing glasses and pulling
the pictures off the walls.
It was mayhem.
I went up to my office
and called 999.
When I came back down
Izzy was gone.
You went up to your office?
-Yes.
-Why?
I don't understand.
It's a restaurant.
Is there another phone?
-Yes.
-Is it downstairs?
-Yes.
-Why not use it?
Who is Adam Garside?
He's a decorator.
Will you take
a look at this, please?
Is that an invoice
from Adam Garside
-for a re-fit done
on The White Hart?
-Yes.
And is the date the booking
was made to do the work
recorded at the top
left hand corner
of the invoice?
Yes, it is.
And is that date before
this incident took place?
Yes.
What relation to you
is Mr Garside?
He's my cousin.
You went upstairs
to make your 999 call
to allow time
for the 12 downstairs
to do serious damage
to the restaurant.
-I don't follow.
-Well, let me spell it out.
You allowed it to happen,
so you can
claim the insurance
and brighten up
your dreary little pub
whilst sending work
to your cousin.
Is it right that all three
defendants wrote to you
after the incident?
Yes.
Were those letters
letters of apology
for the damage
they'd caused?
Yes.
And is it right that
the defendants repaid you
for the cost of the damage?
Yes.
Did you get repaid twice,
Mr Craven?
The insurers...
And the defendants?
Yes.
What was the point of that?
How does
slagging off the boss
make any difference
to the question
of whether or not
your boys did
their sick business with Izzy?
Bit ruffled, Reader?
More puzzled, really.
About?
About how any of you
got silk with judgement
as poor as that.
More titillating question is
why you didn't.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
ED: Kant versus Bentham.
You still for Kant?
I've had a long day in court.
Terrorist suspect.
20 minutes to go
before the bomb
he planted goes off,
killing thousands of people,
destroying the Bodleian
and every book in it.
The answer's no.
Torture is always wrong.
It demeans us all,
it reduces us
as human beings.
It's too big a price to pay.
Ah. What if it's London, hmm?
What if it's a really dirty
bomb and eight million
people will die?
So, the higher the number,
the harder it gets
to defend my position?
Torture one terrorist,
save eight million lives.
Indefensible not to.
Your argument becomes absurd.
All right. Well, what if we
torture him, he doesn't give
us the information, but...
-But?
-There's one way
to get him to talk.
If we torture his
5-year-old daughter,
he'll cough.
See? You're happy when
the person we're torturing
has guilt attached,
like, maybe he
deserves it anyway,
but put someone
innocent in his place...
Look what happens.
I'm glad you stuck
to your guns on this.
Really? Why?
Well, I guess I didn't
believe you 20 years ago.
I thought you were posturing.
-Why would I have done that?
-Because you were angry.
And you felt uneasy
about all this privilege,
so you took up
contrary positions.
Maybe that's why you
went to the Bar.
What's that got to do with it?
To defend the indefensible,
to keep being angry.
I'm prosecuting now.
Yeah, I heard.
And I heard
who you're prosecuting.
Which leaves
the posture question
kind of hanging.
Get me George Duggan.
Bethany, bucket of chicken.
Go.
Come on, Jake. Jake?
-Jake.
-Uh, she's not answering.
Well, where the hell is she?
Well, she's probably
with Mr...
What's the matter, Jake?
Cat got your tongue?
(CHOIR SINGING)
(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
George, hang on.
You're where?
-So you pleased to see me?
-Yes.
No, it was just you ringing
in the middle of evensong.
Is there a greater sin?
No, I was just a bit thrown
'cause one of the defendants
was singing.
-Your client?
-No, no. Not mine.
Are they all at this college?
Erm, no, none of them.
-Brasenose doesn't have
any badly behaved men?
-(CHUCKLES)
-Are women allowed in here?
-No.
(GASPS)
How incredibly exciting.
What if we get...
What if we get caught?
-Clive?
-Yeah?
How old are you?
-About 19.
-That's what I thought.
It'll squeak.
What?
Single beds always do.
You must have had your
fair share of single beds.
My place of safety.
On my first night
at boarding school,
I must have cried for
about four hours.
Trying to keep
it quiet, obviously.
When I went to sleep,
I dreamt I was at home.
I was looking for my mum.
I woke up.
I woke myself up.
I was calling out for my mum.
And the boy in the bed
next to me was awake.
And he said,
"It's Lloyd.
"Sorry."
-He used his own surname?
-Yeah.
12 hours in and none of us
had Christian names any more.
To his credit, he didn't tell
anyone in the morning.
You know,
about me crying out for
my mum in the night.
And what became of Lloyd?
He went on to be quite
badly bullied by me.
(LAUGHS)
I'm not interested
in mothering you.
-No?
-No.
Oh, well.
Worth a shot.
More squeaky sex?
-Oh, Lloyd!
-(LAUGHS)
Lloyd! Shh!
She's 10 years old.
-Who?
-Ella, the daughter.
Alexa was 15
when she was born.
Ricky was 16.
I spoke with the barrister
that's representing Ricky
in the care proceedings.
And?
The final hearing's
listed the week after
Ricky's criminal case.
She says they're waiting
to see what he gets
before they decide.
Whether to take her into care?
Or not.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Why did you stop?
I didn't know she was there.
And when I did, the way
she looked at me, like...
-Like?
-Ella.
Your daughter?
Jamie Slotover.
-Oh, I can't talk to you.
-I know.
It's for when this is over
and we can talk.
McFarland Senior is the story.
Famous daddy puts it
on the front page,
if the boys are convicted,
of course.
A big inside story
on the lawyers.
Four million readers.
Don't talk to her. Press scum.
Izzy Calvin is going
to give her evidence
but I want to call her last,
so she has time to settle down
and feel less intimidated.
£30,000 a day
this court costs the taxpayer.
I'm not sitting through
three quarters of the
prosecution case,
only for you to pull the plug.
Won't happen. She'll be fine.
(MOBILE PHONE VIBRATING)
I was in the cell
across from them
in the police station.
I could hear
everything they said.
Posh people always
talk loudly, don't they?
CLIVE: What were
they talking about?
Knickers.
Or rather,
one pair of knickers.
Saying what?
Laughing about how they
were skimpy but also frilly.
And the next afternoon,
were you released
from the police station?
Yeah. And as I was
being processed,
she came in.
-Who?
-The girl, Izzy.
Did you hear what she said?
She said she'd been
sexually assaulted.
And this was after you'd
heard the three defendants
talk about the knickers?
Hours later.
You're a liar, Paddy Caffrey.
PADDY: Is that a question?
You're a liar with a chip.
You've lost me there.
Is it right that on the
9th of December 2009,
at this court,
you were convicted of
handling stolen goods?
Yes.
-An offence of dishonesty.
-You're the lawyer.
Are you trying to be funny?
Are you trying to be
a pompous git?
Look. There's the chip.
Right there on your shoulder.
That's not a question.
That is a gratuitous insult.
Mr Caffrey!
Mr Judge?
Is it right that you were
convicted following a trial?
During which
you gave evidence.
Oh, look. There's long wind
coming right out of your arse.
Mr Caffrey! Final warning.
Evidence which
the jury decided,
by finding you guilty,
was a pack of lies.
You're a proven liar.
The jury can
make their mind up
about trusting you
this time round.
I've heard about the police
being not very sympathetic
with victims
of sexual assaults.
So you were worried about
how they'd treat you?
Yes.
Did you tell your boyfriend
when you got home that night?
-No.
-No?
What were you frightened of?
That he wouldn't understand.
Not understand what?
He might think that
I'd somehow led them on.
Why would he think that?
I don't know.
Is he the jealous type?
Yes.
Is he the type who suggests
you do lead people on?
How did you meet?
-At the restaurant.
-Did he work there?
-No.
-So how did you meet him?
He was a customer.
What, a regular customer?
No. He just...
-One night...
-You were his waitress?
Yes.
Did one thing lead to another?
Yes.
Did you have sex
the same night you met?
-Did he leave a tip?
-Your Honour!
JUDGE: Mr Milson's finished,
I think.
MILSON: No further questions.
How many buttons on your shirt
were undone?
The first three.
Is the purpose of that
to show a bit of cleavage?
-No.
-Well, why not two buttons?
How about your skirt?
Above the knee?
-Yes.
-How far above the knee?
-A few inches.
-How many inches?
-6.
-Your Honour! Please.
The line of cross-examination
is directly relevant to
the defence case.
I'm happy for the jury
to hear this, Mr Reader.
When you're waitressing,
is it right that you have
to lean across tables
to serve customers?
Yes.
With a skirt that short,
it's highly likely that
your knickers are going
to be visible, isn't it?
Which means these defendants
would have known
that they were skimpy
and frilly, wouldn't they?
-Possibly, but...
-Were you flirting with them?
The thing about being
a waitress is,
that's sort of
part of the job.
-So the answer is yes.
-A bit.
But when they got drunk and
started smashing the glasses
I went into the pub bit,
out of the way.
And then you went back?
They pushed me down
on the table and ripped
my pants off me.
Why don't you ask me
questions about that?
Why go back in, if they'd
been behaving as they had?
On your own, in your skirt,
6 inches above the knee,
and your shirt, with all
those buttons undone,
in the dark.
It was dark and
I was frightened and
it was very confusing.
So dark that
you couldn't see
which of the three
had hold of you?
-Really?
-Yes.
And you had no idea
who was taunting you,
who was doing the so-called
egging on?
Really?
I've told you I don't know
which of them was doing what.
You were speaking
to them all night,
taking orders, laughing,
joking, flirting.
Are you asking this jury
to believe you couldn't
tell their voices apart?
What are you saying?
I'm saying your evidence
is a pack of lies.
The truth is you were
making it very clear to them
that you were more than just
their waitress, weren't you?
Why... Why have you sat down?
JUDGE: Miss Calvin.
Are you afraid to say it?
Are you calling me a whore?
Are you?
Are you?
They're going to get off.
I can't stand it.
I thought you might
need a bit of help.
What is this?
We're both interested in
seeing these boys go down.
Bloody hell.
CLIVE:
The first defendant's father,
McFarland Senior,
and the victim, Izzy Calvin.
Crikey.
Well, it could be her
asking for money,
or it's him
trying to pay her off,
which is what
the journalist thinks.
Has to be the first.
She must have gone to him,
or she would have told you,
wouldn't she?
It doesn't mean
she wasn't assaulted.
-Clive.
-It doesn't mean
she wasn't assaulted.
No. And I didn't say that.
What are the defence saying?
You haven't told them.
If you're right
and Izzy is complicit,
you know what will happen.
The whole case collapses.
At the very best,
there'll be a new trial.
She wouldn't do it.
She can't go through
it all again.
-Clive!
-If I disclose these
to the defence,
all three of them will walk.
They'll get away with it.
Non-disclosure of evidence
is as serious as it gets.
I know. I know, I know.
Is this about Izzy,
or is this about you?
What colour are your socks?
What?
Your socks,
what colour are they?
-Now?
-Now.
Yellow.
And what colour
are the socks being worn
by your co-defendants'?
How can he be
expected to know?
Well, let's see if he does,
shall we?
-They're yellow.
-How do you know?
I just know.
Is it coincidence that
all three of you are
wearing yellow socks?
-No.
-Because you had
an agreement to wear them...
A plan?
Yes.
-Made when?
-Start of the trial.
-Signifying what?
-Well, they're socks.
No, they're not.
They're club socks,
aren't they?
-McFarland?
-Yes.
Yes.
And wearing them now
is a statement of solidarity.
-If you like.
-If I like, or yes?
Yes.
And a clear indication
that you all intend
to remain in the club
whatever happens here?
It's the three individuals
on trial here, Mr Reader,
not the club
and its codes of practice.
The purpose of the club is to
conspire to commit crime.
My learned friend is getting
a little overexcited.
Wild and unsustainable
allegation.
What else do you do,
apart from smash up
restaurants?
It was set up as
a cricket club.
When was
the last cricket match
involving the club?
No conferring.
The coronation.
I'm sorry?
1953.
So, 58 years of
smashing up restaurants.
My God.
If you like.
And after this trial,
regardless of the outcome,
you hope to continue
with your life of crime?
You know, some people,
maybe even this jury,
might consider that to be
an act of shocking arrogance.
Is it nature or nurture?
I... I don't understand
the premise of the question.
Well, not everyone
born into a fantastically
privileged position
goes on to lead
a life of crime.
Lots of very rich boys
go on to live blameless,
even constructive existences,
despite their backgrounds.
Ricky Armitage has had
a hell of a life.
And he's made quite a few
other lives hell.
I've heard that when
you go to judge school
they tell you
to ignore the fact
that the defendant
has had a childhood
filled with abuse,
neglect and misery.
But I think that's wrong.
And I think there are judges
with the independence of mind
to agree with me.
You see, aged four,
Ricky Armitage
had his uncle
in bed with him
most nights for nine months.
Aged 10,
his foster father
tied a lit cigarette
to his penis
with an elastic band
and made him dance
around the coffee table
to Leo Sayer.
Am I wrong in thinking
that these two events
have something to do with
why Ricky is a violent man?
Ricky has
two things in his life
that he cares about.
His girlfriend
and his daughter.
He loves them both.
This... This man,
this violent, angry,
damaged man,
who smacks a baseball bat down
on another man's fingers,
has love in his heart
for two human beings
and, well, I think
that's extraordinary.
I mean, how can a man
with so much brutality
in his life feel love?
Well, Ricky can.
And not only
is that extraordinary,
it also means
there's one thing inside him
that any judge
doing his job well
has to recognise.
And that's hope.
Don't take that away.
Don't send him to prison
for a length of time
that will extinguish hope.
Because when you
extinguish hope,
there's nothing.
And when there's nothing,
well, we'd better
all watch out.
Am I allowed in here?
No.
What are you doing here?
All my exam certificates,
all my tennis trophies
and squash cups,
they're all in the big
middle drawer of my father's
old desk at home.
-Ed, enough schmaltz.
-Schmaltz?
Sorry.
I'm trying not to lose
a really big trial.
People keep things.
Clubs keep things.
Clubs have trophy cabinets.
Secret clubs have secret
trophy cabinets.
Yes, they do.
-What, you...
-Shh.
I'm not even allowed
in here, right?
(DOOR CLOSES)
CLIVE: Why didn't you
leave with the other nine
when they left?
PATRICK: We were
enjoying ourselves.
The waitress was
flirting with us.
Did you talk about her
in a sexual way?
Just, you know,
normal remarks.
-Such as?
-About her legs.
What about her legs?
That she had good legs for...
For?
For what, a girl?
For someone her age.
(SCOFFS)
-How old are you?
-19.
How old is she?
19.
You weren't going to say that,
were you, about her age?
-Say what?
-Well, just now...
Right then...
You lied to me.
Good legs for someone her age?
Why don't you finish
the sentence the way that
it came out that night?
-Good legs for...
-A slag.
It's a long way from
evensong, isn't it?
A word that ugly?
We're none of us just
one thing, are we?
Define slag.
A girl who sleeps around.
Does Izzy Calvin sleep around?
-I don't know.
-You don't know?
So why did you call her that?
Okay. One more time.
Why did three of you
stay behind?
I'll make it easier.
Why was it the three
new members of the club
who stayed behind?
It was your induction,
wasn't it?
Get the knickers,
join the club.
No.
Something you felt
you could do
-because of your
sense of entitlement?
-No.
Without regard
for your victim.
Cold, brutal, unfeeling.
Well, where are they, then,
if we took them off her?
I bet they're in her drawer
in her bedroom at home.
How much would you
like to bet?
Sorry?
Your scholarship?
Your inheritance?
No. What are you saying?
Shall we share the information
on that piece of paper
with the police?
Shall we tell them
where your club
hides its trophies?
What do we think?
Do we want the unedifying
spectacle of waving a pair
of pants around in court?
Do you want Izzy Calvin
to suffer the humiliation
of having her pants
in an exhibits bag
being examined by the jury?
Or shall we get it
over with now...
The honourable way?
Telford?
Sorry.
Don't say it to me.
I'm sorry.
JUDGE: I take into account
your early pleas of guilty,
your good character,
the fact that each of you
have written to the owner of
the restaurant to apologise,
that you have paid for
the damage you caused,
and that you have
very promising futures
in front of you all.
This was mindless violence
and it's disgraceful
behaviour from young men
who should know better.
It is an attack
on the community,
and it came about because
you thought you were above
the community,
not part of it,
better than it.
Well, you're not.
And I want you
to understand that.
Which is why
I'm sentencing you each
to 120 hours
of community service.
Clear the dock.
I want to deal with
the three defendants
in the trial separately.
This was an act of
mindless violence.
It had a trigger but
that excuses nothing.
It has two victims...
A father
and a daughter who,
I have seen for myself,
have suffered and
will suffer terribly.
You could be proposed
for membership,
be rejected
and never even know that
you were proposed
in the first place.
It's all very secretive.
Not much natural justice.
Judicially reviewable,
probably.
What sort of thing
would you be rejected for?
I don't know.
If you went to Harrow
and not Eton?
If how angry you were
somehow interfered
with good manners,
you know, that kind of thing.
Reader!
What do you want, Milson?
Do people like you
eat humble pie?
Journalist named Slotover.
Would I care to comment?
I'll see you in the
Court of Appeal
and I'll see you in front
of the Bar Standards Board.
This is the end of
your career, Reader.
The real world, huh?
CLIVE: I didn't disclose them.
Well, say something.
Eight years.
My God, Marth, that's...
Right at the top end,
but completely un-appealable.
And, coming from
our Head of Chambers...
Unbearable.
What about you?
Eight months.
And how do you feel
about that?
I haven't stopped being angry
since it happened.
Then, you're a prosecutor.
It feels like it fits, Marth.
Like I fit with it.
BILLY: Mr Reader, sir.
You survived.
The new Mrs Reader's
none the wiser
and you're back on
the pink ribbons.
Night.
When you're dealing with
an escape situation,
you keep the van locked.
MARTHA: That wasn't fighting
your own corner.
That was cutting
Michael Ward's throat.
He's dead because of me.
But that doesn't make you
guilty of murder.
I'm really counting
on you here.
I'd need to be sure of feeling
the love in the clerks' room.
But, if we were
looking for prosecutors,
then Caroline Warwick
may not be the way to go.
You know what, Billy?
To be honest,
I expected better.
I've had a letter from
the Bar Standards Board.
I really need your help.
Jesus, Clive.