Silk (2011–2014): Season 3, Episode 5 - Episode #3.5 - full transcript

Brave, strong, surrounded by
men, saying no to all of them.

Whose are these? Came for you, miss.
Grateful client, maybe?

All right, Mar?
I was passing and I thought,

"What happened to the girl
that broke my teenage heart?"

Who was that?
Mr Mysterious?

Sean McBride.

You give me what I want and I'll
give you what you want.

I'd like to make an official
complaint against Billy.

I will not take lectures
in chambers politics

from a man who took
backhanders from Micky Joy,

the most corrupt solicitor of all
time.



Look, come on, Clive.
Nobody's listening.

You don't think I'd be honest with
you? I wouldn't believe you.

What's he look like, then,
flower man? Tall, dark...Northern.

Ready?

OK.

Sorry, can you...stop?

Please. Hello? Stop it.

Can you stop, please?

GATE CLICKS AND BUZZES

Sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm so...

KEYS JINGLE

BOLT CLICKS

KEYS JINGLE



CLEARS THROAT

HE SIGHS

Hello, Sean.

HE TUTS

Are you OK?

Don't drink it.

Mr Lamb?

Please come with me, sir.

Bastard looked at his watch.
At his watch!

It's a flat rate
for police station attendance,

so it doesn't matter how long you're
there, money's still the same.

So even though
you're a really big murder,

there is no incentive for him
to stay.

He said to go no comment. No comment
halves interview time.

Now, did you go no comment?

No.

Bananas are a working-class
fruit.

Did you know that?

HE SIGHS

What is all this, Micky?

Empire food, by the boatload,
for the masses.

Let 'em eat bananas.

I don't know about you,

but out on my cliff edge, I feel
alive for the very first time.

How do you know about me?
I've been taking an interest.

You read Dickens?

No? Then get a bloody move on.

It amazes me, the complacency of
our species.

"We're here for ever,"
people seem to think.

"I'll just have another quiet
pint and a doze."

What are you doing?

What are you all doing?!

Technically, I'm on bail.
It's just I can never leave.

So anything I want, I get.

Apart from vitamin D. But then
me and sunshine never did get along.

I've even got Blu Tack for
sticking up the Virgin Mary.

You're a grass.

A supergrass.

Mm.

All those years defending
all those big criminals and now
you're grassing 'em up.

It's an interesting career change.

You want an Unclaimed Baby?

That's what they were called
before the Great War, then
Peace Babies for a bit,

then, finally, Jelly Babies.

Why am I here, Micky?

What, Sean?

I lied.

What about?
A gun.

People lie for all sorts of reasons.

Doesn't necessarily mean
that they're guilty.

I panicked.

I haven't panicked
about anything in my entire life,
not even in Afghan.

Not even when I fell head over heels
in love with Martha Costello.

We have this kind of rule
at the Criminal Bar.

Never represent a friend.

And here's me thinking
we're more than just friends.

Yeah, and that was all, what,
over 20 years ago?

Feels like yesterday.

That kiss. You know the one.

HE CHUCKLES

So bloody amazing.

We stepped off the curb and
the night bus missed us by
about six inches.

I could have died then and there.

We both could have died.

You whispered in my ear, "I've died
and gone to heaven."

Now, you were a piece of work,
Sean McBride.

BOTH CHUCKLE

I share a cell with a man
who stares at me all day.

Never blinks. Doesn't speak, not a
word. Just staring and staring.

Then when he goes to sleep,
he shouts.

He... He shouts all night,
Martha.

Are all barristers as good as
each other,

or are there some you wouldn't wish
on your worst enemy... Sean...

..and what if I get one of them?

What if they get their first murder
and they're hopeless?

Could that happen to me?

I didn't do this, but it looks like
I did.

You know the thing about prison?
Nobody thinks you're innocent.

And everybody thinks I killed
Jimmy Monk,

and the Monk family are like
the biggest crime family ever

so every second I'm in there
I'm fighting to stay alive.

But if I get 20 years,
I can't survive.

If I get a life sentence, I'm dead.

Sean, I...
I can't even drink a cup of tea

because it might be poisoned.

I need you, Martha.

Con, miss?

Sort of.

You?

Do you believe in heaven and hell?

I believe in a big-bang beginning
to the universe.

Before the big bang?

Well, if it WAS God,

then my cross-examination
will start with,

"Why wait four billion years

"after creating something
so, well, infinitely big,

"to tell a small tribe
in the Middle East not to covet
each other's oxen?"

Ha-ha!

I'm afraid she won't be
available, um...for the next
three or four months.

He's grown into his shoes.
Hmm.

Oi! Get over here!

Sorry, can I call you back,
please, sir? Cheers. Bye.

Never walk past Martha Costello,
no matter how big you get.

Hmm.
Never, ever walk past this lady.

Got that?

Hello, miss.

Jake. That's better.

Now, on your way.

PHONE RINGS

Normally it would be Billy
I'd give this to, but...
SHE SIGHS

It's my application to join chambers.

Thank you.

You think I should wait until the
business with Billy is over?

No, I didn't say that.

I mean, if I lose, I'm the people
who made up allegations of
sexual harassment,

and chambers won't want me,

and if I win, I'm the people who did
for Billy Lamb

and chambers won't want me.

I might as well apply now,
for all the chance I've got.

The pupil with the guts to stand up
to the man twice her age,

even if it jeopardises her
chances

of having the career
she sacrificed everything for.

Principle and justice over
self-interest.

I'd want someone like that
in chambers.

He, er... He asked me to
represent him. And you said no?

Clive.
I'm late for court.

You have history with him.
It's a conflict of interest.

DOOR SHUTS

Who's going to be the judge in my
sexual harassment hearing?

Alan Cowdrey's Head of
Chambers until we elect a
new one, but he's a fair man...

Who's known Billy for 20 years.
Don't crack now, Amy.

You stand up to him. You've got lots
of people on your side.

And a witness.

You've been following
Martha Costello around for
the last week, haven't you?

Come with me.
I'll show you the other side.

Billy?
Harriet?

I've been thinking, maybe you should
take some time off before your
hearing. Why?

Well, you seem a bit...
What?

I'm just trying to help.

Are you?
We'd be fine without you.

Wouldn't we, John?

Shall we ask someone what
the law is?

Miss?

A quick question.

Is an accused man guilty until
proven innocent, or is it the
other way round?

No, that's not what I'm
talking about.

Is the burden of proof on me
to prove that Miss Saigon is making
a false allegation?

Maybe you can help the lady
from Amnesty International

with a few basic human-rights
principles?

You've always bullied your way out
of things, haven't you? Bully women.

If they complain, bully them
some more.

Well, the things I've seen,
the bullies I've known,

you don't even come close
to intimidating me.

You have to tell people.

No.

No testosterone, no sex drive.

So what kind of harassment is it when
the harasser hasn't got any?

I can't, miss.

Why not?

You told me.

You know, for someone without the
male hormone, you're behaving very
like a man.

I wasn't harassing her.

Forget about what I've got
and no testosterone.

It wasn't sexual.

You were just being a senior
clerk.

Yeah, and you're the only one round
here who seems to understand that.

And what does that mean? You have to
represent me. Ah, no. No, no.

Well, no-one else can. Look, I...
I know too much. I can't.

You have to, because you
understand me like no-one else,

and because if I lose
and they kick me out...

..I'm dead.

How is she?
Terrified.

Four years on a fight, three if he
pleads. He's pleading, right?

Hello, Clive.

So? We're listed for trial
and that's what we're doing.

Why don't you do your job?

My instructions are... He sexually
abused a 12-year-old girl. The
evidence is as strong as it gets.

So go downstairs, be a proper
barrister and tell him he's
pleading guilty.

We've just been downstairs... Sorry,
um...I've forgotten your name.

Nick Pellegrini. Did you know
it was me that was prosecuting
when you spoke to him?

No. So go and tell your self-pitying
paedo

that if he maintains
a not-guilty plea and this goes
to trial, I'll kill him,

and when I say I'll kill him,
I mean I'll kill him.

He will never recover from what I do
to him in cross-examination.

Pleading?
Yes.

But he wants you to leave out
the level-four laptop stuff.

Of course.

Of course he does.

People get credit for
pleading guilty.

Paedophiles, people who sexually
abuse children,

and don't plead guilty until
three minutes before a jury is
due to be sworn in,

don't deserve credit,

particularly if, over a number
of years, they have
downloaded

some of the most repellent
pornography I have ever seen
in any case.

"Level four" barely covers it.

I expressly said he was
pleading guilty

on the basis that you left out
the level-four downloads.

You told me what he wanted.
I chose to ignore it.

Well, that's not how it works,
as you bloody well know.

We had a conversation,
counsel to counsel...

Do you want to go back in
and tell the judge?

Maybe we can have a trial
just on the disgusting pornography.

He has a right... You do what he did
to young children, you surrender
every right to everything.

I think there are grounds for
appeal.

I agree.

Oh, right.

I'm not sure four years is enough.

Plenty of people come to the
Criminal Bar and choose to defend

so that they can fight for
the downtrodden and the damaged.

You want damaged? There's damaged.

Thank you.

Who's on the side of
the angels today?

Nick Pellegrini?

Martha Costello?

Thank you.

Some barristers get smoothed out by
overexposure to bad things.

I mean, they see so much of it,
they forget how bad it is
and how to feel.

Not me.

SHE SIGHS
Two things.

Yes?

There are a series of these
prosecutions, 19 in all,
every one as bad as this.

Right, good.

And the second thing?

Are you free this evening?

I'll call you.

DOOR OPENS

19 white-ribbon briefs for
Clive Reader.

You trying to wind me up?

It's good work.
It's prosecuting.

And Clive's very good at it.

300 years of clerking,
sirs have always been sirs.

Misses have always been misses.

You come along, and "sir" turns into
a first name all of a sudden.

What do we put that down to?
I'll tell you, shall I?

Massive disrespect for history.

If there's one thing I learned from
my time working for Amnesty,

it's a massive disrespect for
history

and an equally massive
disrespect for people with too
much respect for history.

Let's have a drink, shall we?

Soon. Just you and me.

OK.

Clive.

Clive asked me
to look at something for him.

Did he, now? What did he
get yesterday?

Four years.

About right?
Drug mules get 12 or 13.

Who was the CPS solicitor?
Nicola.

Why are you smiling?

They were very flirtatious,
Nicola and Clive.

Mm, well, he's like that
with everyone. If in doubt, flirt.

Yeah, yeah, but...

What?

Are you good at reading
sexual signals, Amy?

Look.

Billy isn't himself at the moment.

Now, I know him really well,
and he wouldn't do a thing
like that, believe me.

But he did.

Amy... What am I supposed to do,
Martha?

It's the truth.

I thought I could rely on you.

Oh, er...thank you for
yesterday.

I learned a lot.

So.

Did he do it?

(NORTHERN ACCENT) Our Sean?

He owns three clubs in Manchester.
They're a success.

So he wants to repeat
that success in London.

He makes an announcement
saying that he's opening
a new club in King's Cross

and calling it The Electric,
which is the name of his
biggest Manchester club.

So it seems a bit like world
domination?

Two days later, Jimmy Monk
visits him in Manchester

and tells him to keep out
of the London club scene.

Jimmy tells him that the Monk family
want payment

for allowing him even to exist
in the Manchester scene, let
alone London.

Protection money?
By any other name.

The Monk family don't want
some Northern upstart
treading on their toes

so Jimmy and his goons slap
Sean about a bit, because
they're like that.

And Sean's left feeling
angry and humiliated?

Three months later, he's arrested for
the murder of Jimmy Monk

in a Heathrow hotel room.

His prints are in the room and he's
on the CCTV entering the hotel.

The timing fits.

Weapon?
No gun found.

Well, that's the evidence, but
you still haven't answered my
question.

Did Sean McBride put a gun
to Jimmy Monk's head and
pull the trigger? Yes or no?

No.

What was he doing when he came to
see you that time?

What do you mean? Well, it would have
been after Jimmy roughed him up

but before the date of the murder.

Why don't you just spit it out,
Clive?

How long had he not seen
you for? I don't know.

Are we talking five years?
Ten years?

Then all of a sudden he's
down in London schmoozing
the only lawyer he knows?

We're old friends.

Hmm. Bit more than that,
by the sounds of it.

By the sounds of... Sorry, what
do you mean, by the sounds of it?

You'd have said no to an old friend,
but you said yes to him,

cos you had a bit of whatever
round the back of the
Hacienda last century.

You... You're practically a witness
and you're representing him.

You're jealous.

HE EXHALES

I need someone to represent me.
No.

It's just... It's Billy.

Yeah, but...

You wouldn't ask Martha, would you?
I would have, but I can't.

Why not?
Because she's representing Billy.

Er...miss? It's the CCTV from
the hotel, the McBride case.

Wow, that was quick. Well, we've got
both briefs in chambers.

What? Who?

Miss Warwick.
CW's prosecuting Sean?

HE MOUTHS

What do you think?
I think I'm better-looking.

BOTH CHUCKLE

It's definitely him.
Well, we're not saying it's not.

Well, the fingerprints in the room
kind of make your mind up
for you on that one.

Yeah, but why would he talk to her if
he's about to murder somebody?

I mean, why would he do that?
You could read it as cold-blooded.

He's not cold-blooded.

DOOR OPENS

Sean McBride. Solicitor's had
a bail app listed.

When?
He forgot to tell us.

When, John?
Two o'clock.

I'm across the road at two.
Yes, miss. Sorry, miss.

Well, I'm free. I'll do it.
It's half 12 now, sir.

It's fine. Miss Costello's got me up
to speed.

Thank you.

I'm just popping down to Woolwich.
Why?

McBride bail-out.

Defending, Clive?
Helping chambers out.

SHE SIGHS

McBride.

You want to be careful, sir.
Why's that? We...

I wouldn't be in a room
with a psycho like McBride.

By the way, are you for real?

Sorry?

Bailing a gangland murder?

Gangland? Well, what would you
like me to call it?

Psycho nightclub owner with strong
interest in guns and killing people

murders youngest brother in biggest
criminal outfit in North London?
Is that better?

Killing PEOPLE?

Two tours in Afghanistan.

Where's Martha?
Busy.

She can't just drop everything
for a bail-out.

What's she doing?
Let's talk about you.

Now, were you at the hotel?
Can we get rid of him?

What?
I don't trust him.

He's fine.
He's not fine. He's overdoing it.

He's just coming down. He's not
coming down from anything. He's here
to listen to what I say to you.

Aren't you? Aren't you?!
Hey! Hey!

Hey, look! Look!
He's the real thing!

Take your shirt off.

Where's the wire, Sean?
I don't trust him.

HE SIGHS

Hello? I need time alone with
my client.

I was at the hotel. Turned over the
first protection money payment.
How much? Three grand.

Right, so you flew to Heathrow to
hand over £3,000.

I... I didn't fly. I drove.

Right, I waited in the hotel at
the agreed time. Jimmy didn't
show up, so I left. It's simple.

Can you get me bail?

People on a murder charge
don't get bail.

Martha said it was worth a shot.

Yeah, well, she's a big hit with the
clients. What does that mean?

Well, Martha's one of the world's
great optimists.

Clients like to be told they're
going to win.

It would be a miracle if I got you
bail under these circumstances.

TANNOY: All parties for the
Lakin case...

So, here's the equation.

If I'm gonna represent you against
Billy, it has to be worth it.

Sorry? I don't understand.
Are you any good? Can you cut it
at the Criminal Bar?

Right.

So, are you gonna tell me
what you're here for?

Erm...yes, yeah.

A... A pit bull tied up outside a
shop on Kentish Town High Street,

and a Spinone goes past.

Spinone? Italian hunting dog.
She's called Lottie.

She's got like a...a beard
and huge feet and just...

Anyway, er...the pit bull,
he goes mad, he breaks free,

and he clamps his jaw
onto Lottie's back end.

Now, all of this is incredibly
shocking. There's blood everywhere.

Lottie doesn't utter a sound.

She just stands there,
bleeding and...and hopeless,

waiting to die and...

Miss Lang?
Hang on.

What next? Who are you representing?
Er...sorry. I have to go.

Mr Reader?

I'll come in and see you!

The defendant lied.

About?
His gun.

He said he didn't own one.
We have evidence that he did.

Mr Reader?

No gun was found.

There is no murder weapon.

Detective Chief Inspector
Fitzpatrick chooses
to call the defendant,

and I quote, "a psycho".

I'm going to give him
the contact details of one or two
mental-health charities,

who would like to have a word
with him about this kind of
casual stigmatising.

This is a man who served his
country in Afghanistan with
distinction,

and vehemently denies this
allegation.

He wouldn't want to skip bail

because he's desperate to
stand trial so that he can clear
his name.

And just in case
you were thinking of deciding

that the defendant needed to
be remanded in custody for
his own safety,

you and I both know, although
the world likes to pretend that
it isn't true,

that prison is the least safe place
he could be.

I'm going to retire
to consider my decision.

All rise.

What the hell do you call that?
What?

The "psycho" business.
He said it. Ask him.

He's entitled to think that he
can say things in private that
remain private.

It was a casual remark.
Betraying the real man underneath.

What gave you the right to say that?

You've known him for two minutes and
you've seen into his soul?

You're really angry with me? Yes,
of course I'm really angry with you!

Yeah, but deeper than that,
you're frightened. Frightened?
Bail in a murder?

Imagine how embarrassed you'd be.
You'd need a big drink.

HE GASPS

How many?

What?

You were a sniper? Yeah.

How many Taliban?

Nine hits.
Maybe don't use that word in court.

USHER: All rise.

Whatever happens, thanks.
That was done properly.

I have considered
the arguments of Mr Reader.

In my judgment, the defendant should
remain in custody.

Bail is refused.

What would Shoe Lane look like,
a week after Billy Lamb
leaves this life?

Like a clerks' room full of clerks.

I'm after something more than
legacy.

What's that?
Atonement.

Also known as grassing people up.

Atonement means a lot more

than the codes of honour that bad
people make for themselves.

Grassing up bad people is good.

Not grassing up bad people
is lawyering.

Huh!

There are no grasses in hell,
Billy.

So what do you want from me, then?

Martha Costello.

Why?

She thinks I'm the devil. So?

I want to show her who I really am.

Why?

I love that girl. You know that.

I know you do.

And you want to look after her.

Trust me.

I've got all her best interests
right next to my heart.

My client was sitting
in the window of a cafe,

working on his laptop, when he saw
what was happening.

He knew what he had to do.

He ran into the kitchen,
he grabbed what he needed,

he sprinted across the road
and he stuck a kitchen knife
into the pit bull's side.

He told me it was the hardest thing
he's ever done.

Now Lottie was free,
but she collapsed in the road.

Two police cars and four
police officers arrived, and
what did they do?

They refused to take Lottie
to the vet, basically because they
didn't want her blood in their car.

At which point my client got upset.

He forgot that he still had
the knife, and that he was covered in
the blood of two dogs,

and he shouted at them, that
they would be responsible for
her death if she died.

They arrested him
under the Public Order Act.

My client wants me to say that he's
not sorry for what he's done,

he'd do the same again tomorrow,

and that he used to respect
and trust the police force, but
he doesn't any more.

He wonders why back-seat upholstery
is considered more important

than the life of an Italian Spinone.

Thank you, Miss Lang.

Stand up, please.

I'm going to deal with this by way
of a conditional discharge.

Stay away from big knives and it'll
be the last you hear of this.

Thank you.

How is Lottie?

Er...she's alive and well
and walking around happily
on three legs.

SHE EXHALES

Clive, the election.

Head of Chambers.

It's a three-way tie,
my polling tells me. 15 votes each.

AMY AND JOHN SPEAK OUTSIDE

When are we deciding on Amy?
Next week.

Before the election? And before
Billy's harassment hearing.

So she'll have a vote?
Yeah.

I thought you were brilliant
in court today.

Listen, I've been thinking,

it's only fair that, if Billy has
a silk representing him, so do you.

DOOR OPENS

You didn't tell me about the
gun. How was he?

He likes me better than
his blonde brief. Hmm, very funny.
He's good at killing people, though.

Nine dead men, Mar.

That's different.
Well, yes and no.

Shooting someone isn't easy,
but the more you do it,
the easier it becomes.

Like it or not, call it what you
want, he's a professional killer.

Hmm. I've got work to do.

CLIVE SCOFFS
Jumpy as hell.

It's an insult! Look, as you so
rightly pointed out,

you are innocent until proven guilty.

You're entitled to carry on
your life as normal
until the hearing and so is Amy.

Part of that life
is chambers deciding

whether or not she should
become a member for ever.

Agreed?

Good.

You're trying to take Clive Reader
away from me.

You won't do it, and sleeping
with him won't get him either!

What did you say? You heard!

I've seen you fiddling with your
hair when you talk to him,

giving it the old Diana doe eyes.

And what about qualities like being
hard-working and intelligent?

Can women have those, Billy?

And what about you? Let's do
your so-called good parts.
What are they?

Sentiment. Loyalty.

The two most overrated
human qualities,

and the big thing about both,
always male!

I'm not...

a man!

I'm a senior clerk.

SHE SIGHS

SHAKY SIGH

Yeah, it's Lamb.

William Lamb,
I'm ringing for my test results.

Yeah.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

CLEARS THROAT
Sorry.

No, no.

Do you like boxing, sir?

CROWD CALLING OUT

That's Jake.

CROWD CALLING OUT

What's he doing?

He can't... Can he?

Yes, he can.

HE LAUGHS

Come on, my son!

Go on!

BELL RINGS

Sean McBride wonders whether you
will work alongside Miss Costello.

Seems he liked your bail
application.

I told the solicitor, two silks,
it just wouldn't happen.

No.

Be like Federer and Nadal playing
doubles. Just wouldn't happen.

No. No.

Not even if one of the silk
needs protecting from her
dangerous client,

and our senior clerk
is happy for it to happen,

so happy that he might
forgive the other silk

for arguing that he's
a sexual predator.

Which one of us is Federer?

Well, guile and grace,
no sweat, no grunts? I'd say you
were Roger, sir.

HE CHUCKLES

BELL RINGS
Ready, guys?

Come on, Jake!
Go on, Jake!

That's it, into him!

Go on!

Ooh, yes! Ooh!

Yes!
CHEERING

Go on! Go on, son!

Yes, Jake! Good boy!

PHONE RINGS
Come on! He's done it.

Hello?
He's done it! Well done!

Yes!

Whoo-hoo!

Fantastic.

Yes, my son.

(LAUGHING) Go on!

Yes!

Go on, my son.

'Yeah, erm...Billy Lamb.'

Yeah.

Yeah, sure. 2nd June, 1969.

Right.

Right.

Thank you.

Sure.

No, I'll be fine. Er...yes.

I'm with someone.

Bloody hell.

Why would you do that?

You and she up against each other
for Head of Chambers

and you're being her junior.

I'm not her junior.
Course you are.

Do you know what I think?

I think you've been half in love with
since you met.

You're wrong.

It's my job to know
everything about you.

Everything?
Everything.

The closer I get, the more I know,
the better I can look after you.

How much closer?

PHONE VIBRATES
HE LAUGHS

You're working.

What?
You just looked at your phone.

Me, your phone...

it's all in a day's work.

I don't think so.

PHONE RINGS

PHONES RING AND VIBRATE

Hello?

John?

What is it?

Er...

there's, um...

..a clash

in the diary.

Is that why you got me back
from the pub?

The pub?

You're turning into a real clerk.

Was he your first?

What?
Toxic cocktail.

First love revisited.

What are you saying?

If you get him off, will you be
getting off with him?

The word from all the coppers
is that he did it.

Not the case, not the
evidence, the actual word.

Just so you know.

HE EXHALES

Afghanistan.

Eight shots. 300 metres. 350, maybe.

That range,
you have to aim a tiny bit high,

because the trajectory of the bullet
has a small downward curve in it

so the focus is
all on the execution of a shot.

It's not about another human being.

There were nine, weren't there?

The ninth was a firefight.

Usual mayhem. I found myself in
a drainage ditch and there he was.

15 feet away. Him or me.

What was it like?

His weapon jammed, so he ran at me.

He nearly got to me, but...

Not like sniping?

Blew his face off.

At that range, you know...

I try not to think about it.

I'll see you upstairs.

Martha?

I didn't do this.

A planned killing in cold blood.

A single gunshot through the back of
the head, just behind the left ear.

We say this man was forced
to kneel down on the carpet

and was shot from behind
by a trained killer

who knows about the science
of killing people.

That killer, the evidence
will show...

..is Sean McBride.

Well, Jimmy Monk came into the club
with these three big fellas.

Erm...Sean, he was out the back, but
then he came through.

What happened?

Jimmy said he liked the club, but he
should stay away from London.

Did Sean respond?
He laughed.

One of them got a hold of
Sean round the neck,

and the other two gave him
some slaps.

Slaps?

Actual slaps
with the palm of the hand.

I... I think they just wanted
to make him feel stupid.

What was Jimmy Monk doing?

He was smiling,

and he said he wanted money
in return for allowing
the Manchester clubs to carry on.

Was there any further contact
between Sean and Jimmy?

Yes.

Er...Sean gave him a call.

Did you hear what Sean said?

He was arranging to meet Jimmy.

Where?
A Heathrow hotel.

Just Jimmy?

He was very insistent
that it be just Jimmy.

They agreed the date
and the location for the meeting
and ended the call.

HE SIGHS
How did he seem after
the call?

Er...he was pumped up.
You know, excited.

Did he say anything to you?

He said it would be like
going out on patrol.

What did he mean?

Afghanistan.

Did Sean McBride own a gun?

Yes.
Can you describe it?

Er...a pistol.

With a...like a red stripe on
the handle.

Where did he keep it?
A drawer in the office.

Where is the gun now?

I don't know.
Did you look for it?

Yes.
When?

When he was down in London for the
Jimmy Monk meeting.

You checked on the gun?

It was gone.

What did you do when Jimmy and his
heavies were slapping your best
friend around?

Nothing.

Why not?
I couldn't.

Were you restrained? No.

Were you scared? Yes.

And what were you scared of?
Jimmy and his heavies.

Why?
They're hard men.

Did you offer to go with Sean
to the meeting at Heathrow?

No.

Why not? Same reason.

Fear?

Sorry, could you speak up?

HE SIGHS
Yes.

Sean went to Heathrow to make a
protection money payment
to Jimmy Monk?

I don't know.

And Sean being nervous the
night before, well, that's
hardly surprising, is it?

I mean, you'd have felt the same,

if you had to make that payment
to a man like Jimmy Monk?

Possibly.

Sorry? Possibly?

Well, yes, I would have been.
But then Sean had a gun.

Sorry, did you see Sean
take it with him?

No.

Did you see him
remove it from the drawer?

No.

Did he talk to you
about taking it with him?

No.

Then you can't say that he had a gun,
can you, Mr Brannigan?

Why are you smiling?

Well, er...call me old-fashioned,
but it's common sense.

Nobody else had access to that
drawer and knew what was in it.

Apart from you.

I don't know what you mean.

Sorry, when...when did you
decide to become a witness
for the prosecution?

What are... What are you saying?
Who runs The Electric now?

I do.

Thank you.

FILE THUMPS

So Jake is boxing?

Yeah.

Not the same without him.
Nah.

HE LAUGHS
Do you remember when he...?

Don't, John.

Please.

I've done something big.
Oh, yeah? What's that?

Given up hockey.
Ah, about time. Girls' game.

Ha-ha.
Why?

Before the game last week,

we were running through
a short corner routine.

Mm-hmm?
Bent down to tie my shoelace up,

and one of my team-mates hit
the ball.

Missed my head by an inch.
Thwuh!

HE SIGHS

I think if it had...
You wouldn't be here today.

Nah.

Doesn't bear thinking about.

Except it does.

What?
Makes you think.

That...life is short.

And precious.

JOHN WRITING

Mm-hm.

I didn't
know why he was angry.

He wouldn't say.

Just kept pacing around
and punching things.

What was he punching?

A cupboard. A wall.

Me.

He hit you?

Where?
My stomach.

No, I meant where were you?

My flat.

Had he told you why he was
angry before he hit you?

No.

Did he tell you afterwards?

He said it was that bastard Monk,
who'd threatened him at the club.

Thank you so much, Miss Philpott.

You were his girlfriend?

Yes.
But not now?

No.

Who finished the relationship?

He did.
When?

The week before he came
round and hit me.

What were your feelings for Sean
before he finished the relationship?

He was my boyfriend.

Sorry, does that cover your feelings
for Sean McBride?

What?

Does what you've just told
this court

adequately describe
your feelings for this man?

MARTHA CLEARS HER THROAT

"I love you with
all my body and soul,

"especially my body,

"but my soul, too.

"I want to be with you for ever.

"Will you do that secret thing you do
to me tonight?" Who said that?

SHE CLEARS THROAT
Me.

This is a text message
you sent Sean the day before
he split up with you.

Now, is that a better
description of your emotions

than the one you've just given
this court?

Yes.

So, you were crazy about him.
You were madly in love with him.

You couldn't get enough of
Sean McBride.

You were devastated when he finished
with you and you were angry...

No.
..and this is your revenge.

This is you lying about the man
who broke your heart.

I'm telling the truth. He hit me.

He wouldn't do that.
How the hell would you know?

Miss Costello is doing her job, Miss
Philpott. Just answer her questions.

That wasn't a question,

"He wouldn't do that."
Milady.

The witness is absolutely right.

My learned friend is giving
evidence.

Did you tell the police?

No.

Did you tell your flatmate
when she came home an hour later?

No.

You waited until Sean
was arrested for this murder

and then you gave your statement
to the police.

What secret thing?

I'm not saying.

Is it something sexual?
Not really.

What, then?

He used to whisper in my ear.

What did he whisper?

SHE SNORTS

After a kiss.

"I've died and gone to heaven."

Miss Costello?

If I were a more cynical,
hard-nosed-bitch type of barrister,

I would say that my learned opponent
still has the hots for
the killer in the dock.

But then I tell myself,
"That can't be right,"

and her esteemed junior would
make sure that it wasn't right.

I'm not her junior.
Of course you're not, darling.

We need to get
back for the vote.

On?

Whether to make Amy Lang
a member of chambers.

LOW CHATTER

LOW CHATTER

JOHN: OK.

We have a decision. Head of Chambers
has to make the call.

He's not here, obviously, so, um...
who's going to inform Miss Lang?

HE SIGHS

You're in.

SHE LAUGHS

46th voter.

Ha-ha!

Oh! Yes!

There were people in the room across
the corridor, 1045.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

OK.

Good.

KNOCK AT DOOR

You're on.

Were you the duty manager at the
hotel on the night of the murder?

Yes.

Did you notice an arrival?
The defendant.

Had he made a booking?
Yes.

Room 1044.

In what name?

Costello.

First name?
Just an initial.

E.

As in Elvis Costello?

A singer, Your Ladyship.

It's been A Good Year For The Roses,
wouldn't you say, Mr Reader?

But not so good for Shipbuilding.

The rooms, er...next to and opposite
1044, were they also booked?

Yes.

And on the day of the murder, did
the guests for those rooms turn up?

Nobody turned up.

What were the names used?

Nick Westlake,

Martin Land,

Steve Keane and Robin Page.

JUDGE: Lunch?

Martha?

Nick Westlake, Martin Land,

Steve Keane, Robin Page.

All boys in our class at school.

Yours and Sean's?
Yes.

Jesus Christ. Well, so that's it.

He keeps the rooms around 1044 empty
so nobody hears or sees anything.

Get a bloody cigarette out for me.

Look, they don't know.

CW doesn't get it. The police
don't know.

And it is not our job
as defence counsels. Martha.

You take the witness.

I don't think you can carry on
with this.

I've looked into his eyes.

I know the answer when I look into
a client's eyes.

I get it right.

When you say that
the rooms were not occupied,

you mean that the people who booked
them didn't show up? That's right.

But you didn't go up there yourself,
to the tenth floor? No.

So you can't actually say that there
was nobody in those rooms?

Nobody booked in.

Yes, but you didn't see for yourself
that those rooms were empty?

Strictly speaking, no.

If I suggested to you that room
1045, the room opposite room 1044,

was actually occupied
at the same time

as when the defendant
was waiting in room 1044,

you can't tell me that
that isn't true?

There are rumours
the hotel is haunted.

RIPPLE OF LAUGHTER

JUDGE: Tomorrow at ten?

MUSIC PLAYS

MUSIC: "Love Will Tear Us Apart"
by Joy Division

♪ Love

♪ Love will tear us apart

♪ Again

♪ Love

♪ Love will tear us apart

♪ Again... ♪

HE SIGHS
Where's Martha?

I don't know, Sean.

Maybe she's thinking about
what a liar you turned out to be.

I'm not a liar.
You lied about the gun.

I think you're lying about
everything.

Who was it? Who apart from you made
fake hotel reservations

in the name of your classmates?

I've prosecuted lots of men
like you.

You're a manipulator and a fraud,
and Martha...

HE GRUNTS

..she's vulnerable.
Yeah, I get it.

Get what?

You're in love with her, aren't you?
Hmm?

Am I right?

Am I?

You're going down.

GRUNTING AND GROANING

Stop it!

ALARM BEEPING
Help!

Aaah!
Get back!

Shit!

Don't touch him!

Look at me. Did you do this?

He put his hand on my knee.

The cancer is moving.

That's... Let me finish!

If I were to catch you coaching
a witness, I'd finish you.

Is that your killer point?

What are you afraid of?
SHE SNIGGERS

Trust me.

Square peg, round hole!