Silk (2011–2014): Season 3, Episode 6 - #DUPE# - full transcript
I was passing and thought,
what happened to the girl that broke my teenage heart?
I will not take lectures in chambers politics from a man
who took ?50,000
in backhanders from Micky Joy, the most corrupt solicitor of all time.
You're a grass.
Why am I here, Micky?
Technically, I'm on bail.
It's just that I can never leave, so anything I want, I get.
Did Sean McBride put a gun to Jimmy Monk's head and pull the trigger?
I didn't do this but it looks like I did.
- I need you, Martha.
- You're practically a witness
- and you're representing him.
- You're jealous.
You're in. There is one thing I will be asking for in return.
I'd like to make an official complaint...against Billy.
You'd need a big drink.
I want you to be the next Head of Chambers.
I won't be here because I'm dying.
We are very lucky to have two outstanding candidates.
Three. Three candidates.
I'm not a liar.
I think you lie about everything. You're going down.
Help!
DISTANT KNOCK
CLATTERING
CREAKING
No, nothing stolen.
Yeah. No, we think maybe he was disturbed.
Clive!
First on at ten.
Back at the Bailey, but this time on the right side of the fence.
It's a big heroin importation.
Otherwise known as putting away vicious bastards.
Welcome back.
So, are you pulling out?
Or are you going to carry on representing
the psychopath who attacked me?
What did you do to make him attack you?
What sort of question is that? He went for me, Marth. It's me.
You must have done something.
What, like point out how incredibly guilty he is?
You can't hear that, can you?
What's he doing to you?
Don't go silent. Bloody well talk to me.
What will it take for you to see what he really is?
Shall I make a suggestion?
The gun. I'd bet my life on it being a Browning pistol. Why?
Because that's the gun the British Army used up until last year.
Are you going to run that past Sean? Martha!
Look, you're not in this case any more so why don't you keep out!
Sir?
Con, sir. Eight o'clock.
Eight?
Police station.
What?!
Cracked rib.
Spent a couple of hours in the hospital wing.
The con in the bed next to me
had had scalding hot water thrown in his face.
Yeah...and they put sugar in it.
Why sugar?
It makes the skin keep burning after the face has dried
and it's a Monk family trademark.
His face was still boiling.
Have you slept?
How can I sleep?
I'm supposed to be alert.
This trial ends my life if I don't stay sharp.
Well, have you asked about moving cells?
My cell-mate's an headcase but he's not tried to kill me.
Why did you go for Clive?
He said I was guilty.
I can't have a brief who thinks that.
So it's just you and me now.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I think that's good, Mar.
Look at me.
Don't you dare mess me about.
Did you do this?
No.
What's all this?
My new case - big drugs trial that's pleading.
Supergrass.
What's he smiling at?
He's the officer in charge.
- How much time off have you promised your supergrass?
- We didn't.
He's not charged with anything.
Then why would he grass people up?
- The weapon was held directly against the skin when it was fired.
- Where?
Behind the left ear at the base of the skull,
angled slightly downwards.
Are you able to help us
with the physical positions of killer and victim
at the moment the shot was fired?
The angle of the entry and exit wounds suggests that the killer
stood behind the victim,
and the victim was on his knees when he died.
Type of weapon?
Browning 9mm pistol.
- And is this a common weapon in Manchester?
- No.
Based on all your years of experience, Ms Buchan,
are you able to characterise this shooting?
Yes. It was an execution.
Thank you.
Was a cartridge recovered from the scene?
- No.
- So the killer took it away?
- I can't say.
- But that's the obvious implication.
Some cartridges stay in the weapon after firing.
But not with a 9mm pistol.
- No.
- So why are you saying that?
What, are you hoping I wouldn't know?
You've looked at the database for guns of this type.
- Yes.
- In the Greater Manchester area.
- Yes.
Now, my Learned Friend wants to suggest that the chances of this gun
not being the one owned by the defendant are small.
- I can't comment on that.
- That's right, she can't.
The data you looked at is based on guns recovered by the police.
Yes.
So you've no idea
how many unrecovered guns there are in the Greater Manchester area.
Now, how many 9mm pistols are there in London right now?
- I don't have those figures.
- Why not?
- This was a Manchester-based suspect.
- But the gun hasn't been found.
No.
So you can't say where it was from.
I was told.
You were told? Sorry, sorry, sorry. You were told?
When things go wrong, this is how they go wrong.
I'm sorry?
This prosecution, these police officers, you.
What are you all saying?
We've found our man, now let's make the evidence fit.
Well, that is the wrong way round
and this is how miscarriages of justice happen.
It should be - look at the evidence and see
- who fits it.
- Is this a speech?
It's a description of everything that's wrong
with the prosecution and police culture in this country.
Just put your case, Miss Costello.
You can't be sure it was a 9mm pistol
because you need the cartridge for that.
The striations caused by its journey down the barrel of the gun
tell you what the weapon was.
So you can't say what this type of gun was,
and anyway, you don't know how rare a 9mm pistol is in the UK
because your statistical database is too narrow.
And that was all performance.
Ask the question, sit down before it can be answered
and then the question becomes the answer. It's a dishonest technique.
- Ms Buchan!
- I'm sorry.
What I should have said is that Miss Costello is doing her job,
which, unless she believes everything her clients tell her,
means her working life is one big performance.
Hello, miss. My test results have come back and it's not good news.
My, er, PSA levels are up...
from eight to 35 so...
'..the cancer is moving.'
'You have to tell people.'
I can't, miss.
DOOR OPENS
Well, I hope we can keep this fairly informal.
And can I ask everyone to try and be as civil as possible?
This is not the Old Bailey.
- Are you all right?
- Mm.
Just tell them the truth. You'll be fine.
He said that he could get me a place in chambers.
And how did that make you feel?
Incredibly happy.
But I felt that something was wrong.
I didn't know why he was helping me.
Well, did you ask?
- I tried to.
- And?
- He stopped me.
How?
He put his hand on my knee.
Did he say anything?
He said that there was something I could do for him in return.
And how did that make you feel?
Trapped.
Jake? Drink. Just us boys.
When did you make the official complaint about Billy?
- I don't remember exactly.
- Well, I can tell you.
It was September 19th.
Right, yes, yes.
Now, in those 17 days between the incident in the pub
and you making the complaint, were you unsure about what to do?
Yes.
And who did you talk to about it?
Harriet.
And what did she say?
- She wanted me to pursue the allegation.
- No, sorry,
Amy, her words. What were they?
"Stand up to him."
Do Harriet and Billy get along?
No.
How would you describe relations between them?
- They're not good.
- They despise each other.
They're involved in a huge power struggle
for control of the Clerks' room.
And Harriet would be delighted to see the back of Billy.
And it's right, isn't it,
that since you've been watching Clive Reader in court
you've developed a real zeal for prosecuting?
- And who champions prosecuting work in the Clerks' room?
- Harriet.
- And who thinks we should be doing only defence work?
- Billy.
Thank you. CLIVE SIGHS
Right, back here tomorrow.
Just going to make a couple of calls.
Cheers.
I don't drink any more.
Right. Wow.
Look at LaMotta.
Destroyed by drink.
Is that how high you're aiming, Jake?
I don't know, mate, but don't laugh at me.
We've all got to do the best we can.
No, that's not right. We've all got to BE the best we can.
How's Billy?
- Politics.
- Sorry?
What the hell else was that?
Amy's making it all up because Harriet is forcing her to?
- What?!
- It's...
- Dishonest.
- It's not as simple as that, Clive.
Isn't it? Did Billy proposition Amy?
Or was he just being a harmless Jack-the-lad Senior Clerk?
Sounds simple enough to me.
But you're turning it into an attack on Harriet,
which is basically an attack on me.
That's not real defence, it's politics.
If you and her turn Shoe Lane into a prosecution set,
w-w-what am I supposed to do? Join in?
Turn my brain upside down?
Who do you think I am, Clive?
So, I'm right. It's politics.
Look, I can't...
What?
You can't what?
- Where are you going?
- Con.
You're late.
Micky.
They'll find the gun.
The police.
- You know I'm not...
- We're all after the same thing.
What's that?
Saving Martha Costello.
SHE SIGHS
DOOR OPENS
I want you to survive.
I want you to pay off your debt.
If I become Head of Chambers, I'll need strong women at the Bar.
What are you saying?
This is your big chance.
Take this witness.
Go on, then.
The accused was arrested approaching his car.
Where was that?
Hounslow West tube station,
a couple of stops from Heathrow on the Piccadilly line.
- The blue line.
- I'm sorry?
It... It's the dark-blue tube line.
That's correct.
Thank you.
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT
Where's your leader, Miss Lang?
She asked me to take this witness.
This is a big witness.
Yes, I know.
How did he come to be arrested?
We received an anonymous phone call from a member of the public
saying there was a man behaving oddly.
Now, we've been told that taking a spent cartridge
away from the scene
usually indicates that it's a professional job.
It's removing evidence we might connect to the perpetrator
- or the murder weapon.
- Professional.
- Yes.
- And it was a head shot execution.
- Yes.
- Professional?
- It looks that way.
So nobody was disturbed, nobody heard a gunshot in the hotel?
No.
Professional.
Yes.
So, a professional killer who relied on meticulous planning
and took great care over his work...
who also leaves his fingerprints all over a crime scene.
What are you saying?
I'm saying Sean was there waiting for Jimmy,
drinking a glass of water, reading a magazine,
straightening a picture on the wall, while he was waiting.
Jimmy didn't show. Sean left.
We think he was trying to put Jimmy at his ease.
SHE SCOFFS
Are there two glasses of water?
No.
OK, so, Sean was drinking but Jimmy wasn't.
Are any of Jimmy's prints on any of the magazines?
No.
So, Sean was reading a magazine in Jimmy's presence?
Oh, and was he straightening the picture on the wall
to put Jimmy at his ease?
Is... Is that what you're trying to suggest?
All the fingerprint evidence points to Sean being in that room alone
and, basically, you know that.
I don't buy that.
Well, what evidence is there that Sean
and Jimmy were in the same room at the same time?
Jimmy arrived after Sean left.
Someone else killed him.
That's why the only Jimmy print is on the door handle.
He arrived at room 1044, went to open the door,
he was jumped from behind by whoever was in room 1045,
pushed into the room, forced to his knees
and shot in the head.
That's very fanciful, Miss Costello.
Is Jimmy's fingerprint on the outside door handle?
- Yes, it is.
- And Jimmy didn't leave, did he?
- No.
- On account of him being dead.
So he must have left the print when he came into the room.
- Yes.
- Is it on top
or is it under Sean's print?
On top.
So Sean's print is older.
Did Jimmy's print have to be re-moisturised?
No.
Because it was newer and fresher.
Because he arrived later,
after Sean had left.
Sean McBride had a motive.
And he's a liar.
He lied about owning a gun.
Some coincidence if it wasn't him, Miss Costello.
When you interviewed him at the police station, you said,
"This is an open and shut case, Seany."
And that describes your attitude, doesn't it?
Game over.
Jamming a square peg in a round hole.
I'm not going to lie to you. Can I say this?
I don't know until you say.
After 20 years in this job...
..I know a guilty man when I see one.
- JUDGE:
- Tea break.
What the hell are you doing
leaving Amy to take on a witness as big as him?
What am I doing to Amy? What are you doing to Amy?
I mean, Amy the fantasist?
Amy that makes up stories about being sexually harassed?
Look to yourself, Martha.
If I were to catch you coaching a witness halfway through this trial,
I'd finish you.
Shall I tell you your problem?
Something tells me you're going to.
You've got Sean on room 1044
but you haven't got Jimmy on Sean, which is impossible, frankly,
given the forensic evidence we've just been hearing.
Somebody else killed Jimmy Monk.
Jacket.
No jacket.
There's none of Jimmy's blood on Sean
because he got rid of the evidence
in the two hours between the murder and his arrest.
Dump the jacket, wash your hands, no blood.
It's impossible, frankly,
that a silk with your experience wouldn't know that.
What were you hoping, Miss Costello?
That we were less clever than you?
I've been in this job now, what, nearly 20 years, Officer?
And I know a bent copper when I see one.
We found the gun.
This morning.
It's a Browning 9mm pistol with a red stripe on the handle
and I can give you the heads up on the forensics.
Jimmy Monk's blood is on it.
Looks like we've got Jimmy on Sean.
Martha!
Jesus!
I didn't do it! I didn't do this!
- OK. Who found the gun?
- A police officer because guess what?
He was looking for it because that's his job.
- Where?
- Rough ground 300 yards from where Sean parked his car.
New evidence happens, Martha.
The world doesn't stop because we're all in here.
They were looking for the gun, they found the gun, you're going down.
He's dangerous.
Are you deaf? Does this man make you deaf and stupid?
Just because they've pulled the rabbit out of a hat.
- What rabbit?
- The gun. They found the gun.
He knew.
What? Who knew?
Clive?
He did it, Marth.
He's a violent man, he's a soldier who's completely lost his head.
He beat up his ex all the time...
- Sorry, and how do you know that?
- Because I asked her.
I asked all the questions you're too frightened to ask
and she gave me all the answers. Seany killed Jimmy.
What did you just say?
Seany killed Jimmy.
SHE MOUTHS
Right, let's have Bethany in.
Has Billy given Amy money before?
Yes.
What for?
Um, cabs home.
Drinks.
Does she have debts?
?53,000.
And did Billy know that?
Yes.
So he understood that getting a place in chambers
was incredibly important to Amy.
And that was the background against which
they went for a drink together?
- Were you in the same pub they went to?
- Yes.
Did you see what happened?
What happened, Bethany?
He put his hand on her knee.
How would you characterise the way he was being with her?
Was what Billy was doing of an inappropriate sexual character?
No.
- Sorry?
- No.
Well, that's not what you've been telling Harriet.
Hand on knee, arm around the back of her -
if that's not inappropriate behaviour I don't know what is.
It's the behaviour of a dying man.
A dying man trying to show the world that he's not dying...
..trying to be all the things that he can't be any more.
Billy?
DOOR OPENS
HE SIGHS
Amy will stay.
Right.
And she'll vote for you.
I think you've got your nose in front.
Are you sure you're OK?
Yeah.
Thank you.
For what?
For...working so hard for me.
I wouldn't do it for just anyone.
Wouldn't you?
I can't think of anything else I'd rather be doing.
Really?
Nothing else?
HE EXHALES
SEXUAL MOANS FROM THE NEXT ROOM
I miss home.
What?!
Hm!
For the first time in, what, 20 years, I'm feeling homesick.
Sorry.
It's fine. I miss it too.
THEY LAUGH
They've moved me.
I'm not in with that headcase any more.
- Good.
- Mm.
Who are you in with now?
Oh, it's a two. But I'm on my own.
The screws keep telling me I'm special.
Say they're saving the other bed for someone with the same interest.
What do you mean?
I'm not safe.
They're telling me they won't be able to help me
when someone comes for me.
The only thing to do is send a message.
And what does that mean?
Fight back. Let the bastards know
they won't have it all their own way.
You're right.
We need to fight back.
If it was allowed, I'd kiss you now, Martha Costello.
SHE RAPS ON DOOR
Your remark in the defendant's interview.
"This is an open and shut case, Seany."
- Yes?
- He's not called Seany. No-one calls him that.
Well, apart from you...and one other.
- Who?
- You tell me.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You're a liar.
- And you're starting to look very desperate.
- Lloyd Brannigan.
The man with the key to the drawer in the office, in The Electric,
where the gun was kept.
Where did you two meet?
- We haven't. Not before this investigation.
- Seany?
The pair of you with the same name for the defendant? Really?
Is that it?
Is that your killer point?
It's a coincidence.
I'm that kind of man. Every good copper likes a nickname.
Now, what you said to me - turn it around and apply it to yourself.
- Sorry?
- You decided your man was innocent
and you're trying to make the evidence fit.
Square peg, Miss Costello, round hole.
Brannigan works for you.
- No.
- Has to be.
Has to?
Has to?!
All the evidence points to Sean
and the logic of this prosecution is overwhelming.
It's crushing you and all you've got
is one tiny little hole with which to breathe through.
Lloyd Brannigan.
Let me be clear.
On the lives of my children...
I swear to you that I've never met Brannigan before.
- One thing I hated in life.
- What's that?
- Being a child.
- Your parents...
No, no, no, no. They were all right.
Bit small, but otherwise fine.
It was other children I disliked.
I was a grown-up trapped in a child's body.
I knew I was a grown-up from the age of about five,
because I thought all other children
were wasting their time - being children.
That's the thing about the Catholic faith.
Teaches you to take life seriously.
You pay attention.
My fifth birthday. I'm trying to find the courage to dive in.
I remember it as if it was yesterday.
It's the last moment in my life
before I started to think about death.
Everybody goes, Billy.
There are three things that matter.
The manner of your going.
What you leave behind.
And where you're going afterwards.
Send him in.
You were right about the gun.
- The jacket.
- What?
- You'll find the jacket.
I think you're getting confused. You mean they'll find the jacket.
Never been sharper. Sharp like a paper cut.
- You, not they.
- How do you know all this?
You'll find out soon enough.
Excuse me.
Er, tea, please.
- Are the toilets that way?
- Yeah, down the end.
Get rid of 'em. I don't need protecting.
I'm not frightened of anyone.
KNOCK ON DOOR
I need your help.
Help with what?
Sean McBride.
When he was arrested,
they brought him to the police station that I'm staying at.
And then what?
They put me in a cell with him.
Asked me if I'd mind cosying up to Sean McBride.
- And did you?
- He didn't trust me.
So, they did that thing they do, the Old Bill.
What's that?
They beat the crap out of me, in front of him. Then he trusted me.
And did you then have a conversation
connected to the offence which he'd been arrested for?
Why are you smiling?
I always forget how up itself the language has to be in here.
Did he cough?
I don't know.
You tell me.
What did he say?
He said, "They won't find the jacket."
You've been living the good life.
Everything you ask for, given to you by the police.
Yes.
- And kept safe?
- Yeah.
So, the...the Metropolitan Police are your own private bodyguards.
If you like.
So, you've grassed lots of other people up.
- Only, two days ago, you...
- Big drug dealers.
18 years each.
And how much is this evidence worth?
What does Micky Joy, supergrass of the century, cost?
The highest possible price.
And in exchange,
you will say anything to keep your paymasters happy.
To keep yourself safe and protected,
you will say whatever they want you to say.
Only the truth.
But you are lying about Sean McBride.
I've got no reason to do that.
No amount of money
or possessions, or even my own life,
come anywhere close to what I'm after.
It's my last chance.
The people you send away, they always get you in the end.
This is the last thing I'll do.
Am I going to lie?
What do you think?
I've got something for you.
Let's go.
- Talk to me.
- What?
When I'm in the witness box.
- Make it like we're just talking.
- It doesn't work like that.
SHE RAPS ON DOOR
What happened?
- I arranged to meet Jimmy.
- Where?
- The hotel. Room 1044.
- And did he turn up?
- No.
- What did you do?
I left.
And that's it?
That's it.
Did you kill Jimmy Monk?
No, I didn't.
- You went to make a protection payment?
- Yes.
Where's the money?
You went to pay Jimmy. You say he didn't turn up.
You took the three grand away with you.
Where is it?
Stolen.
Stolen?!
After I left the hotel, I went to a cafe. It was busy.
I went to the counter to ask for a...second cup of tea.
I didn't see what happened.
One minute it was there, the next minute it was gone.
You can't really expect this jury to believe that!
You lied about the gun.
Yes.
The 9mm pistol with the red stripe on the handle is yours.
Yes.
So, how did it come to be 200 miles away from your office,
in your nightclub, hidden in some rough ground,
a very short distance away from your car in West Hounslow?
- I don't know.
- And you don't know, presumably,
why your gun had Jimmy Monk's blood and brains all over it?
No.
It's all coming apart, isn't it, Sean McBride?
I didn't kill him.
I did not kill him!
Is this your jacket?
- Yeah.
- Were you wearing it when you arrived at the hotel?
- Yes.
- And were you wearing it
when you approached your car in West Hounslow tube station?
- No.
- How many lies can one man tell?
- What?
It wasn't stolen, was it? Was it?!
No.
You hid it.
Yeah.
Look at the right sleeve. It has a blood stain down by the cuff.
- I panicked.
- What?
I-I went to...room 1044. I...I waited. Jimmy didn't show.
- That's...
- Let me finish!
The thing about a violent temper
is that when it comes out, it doesn't care who it goes for.
Girlfriend - punch her.
Barrister - shout at her.
Murder victim...
bang.
I left.
- When I was walking away from the hotel, that's when I saw him.
- Who?
Jimmy.
He was heading towards the back of the hotel.
He went up the fire escape and in through a door on the tenth floor.
I followed him. I got to room 1044.
The door was open. It...it didn't seem right.
I looked inside. There was a body.
Jimmy.
I went inside. My training kicked in. I felt for a pulse.
The blood - that's how it got on the sleeve.
He was dead.
HE CHUCKLES
Ah... And then it hit me.
I'd been set up.
Me fingerprints everywhere. So, I ran. Back down the fire escape.
I got rid of the jacket in the toilets of the cafe
by stuffing it out the window
and I got arrested in the car park at the tube station.
So, where's the money?
There was no money.
I went to the hotel room to sort things out.
I wanted to do to Jimmy what he'd done to me.
But I never got the chance to slap him around.
Cos somebody killed him.
PHONE BUZZES
Recall me.
What?
Get me back in the witness box.
Trust me.
I'll give you the truth.
- No.
- You'll change your mind.
Don't you ever come near me again.
What are you afraid of?
Billy?
Trust him.
What do you want to say?
Everybody's wrong.
I don't understand.
It's about killing two birds with one stone.
- That was the plan.
- Whose plan? The police?
Bigger than that. More than that.
Who?
Has there been a recent break-in at Shoe Lane?
- Yes.
- Was anything taken?
- No.
- Which room was the burglar in?
Mine.
You checked that nothing had been taken out,
but did you check that anything had been put in?
They've been listening to you.
- They?
- The Monk family.
Sean McBride was set up.
Jimmy Monk was wild and out of control
and the Monk family wanted rid of him.
But you can't do that to one of your own
without making it look like something else.
They killed Jimmy and made it look like it was Sean
and then carried on making it look like it was Sean.
The out-of-control family member dead
and the upstart business competitor banged up for ever.
Brannigan...
Why don't we stay away from the foot soldiers and the specifics?
You've all done enough damage here.
I'm giving you the big truth.
You take it from me. Sean McBride is innocent.
First you're a prosecution witness,
then you're a witness for the defence.
How can you be both and expect to be believed?
That's the point.
That's the whole of the point.
I'm not a prosecution witness.
I'm not a defence witness.
And I can't be both, because I'm neither.
There's a third way, Miss Warwick, Miss Costello...
..and it's the first casualty here
and in every courtroom I've ever known.
And you know what it is.
Because it doesn't fit.
It never fits.
It's not what any of you want.
It's called the truth.
There. I'm done.
I've got nothing more to say.
- I'm entitled to re-examine you.
- Are you?
Are you entitled to question me? Either of you?
With your wigs and your gowns and your one-eyed way of seeing?
Mr Joy!
I've just told you everything I think about everything.
I've sworn on this Bible and it's what I'll be judged on.
Mr Joy!
Members of the jury,
I am directing you to ignore what Mr Joy has said in the witness box.
It may have been passionate, but it is not evidence
and it doesn't belong in this court.
DOOR SLAMS
Have you reached a verdict upon which you are all agreed?
FOREMAN: We have.
Do you find the defendant guilty...
or not guilty of murder?
Guilty.
You lose your heart to every case you take, don't you?
Passion, conviction, fearlessness.
All of them admirable qualities,
and all of them qualities shared by DCI Fitzpatrick.
- He's...
- The other side of the same coin.
- No.
- You only see what you need to see.
- Look at the jacket.
- What?
The blood on the sleeve means Sean's guilty, doesn't it?
Fitzpatrick wins, you lose.
The blood on the right sleeve.
The wound behind the left ear.
The killer's left-handed. Sean isn't.
You win.
- I didn't think...
- No, you didn't.
You lost a game you could have won.
- Game?
- And there's another game to play tomorrow
and, like all games, it's about winning and losing,
and that means everyone in it is corrupted.
After 35 years a lawyer...
..finally...
..at the death...
I've stopped playing the game and I told the truth.
I can't tell you how good that feels.
- What are you saying?
- I'm telling you.
Begging you.
Walk away.
No. Run.
Run for your life.
DOOR OPENS
Martha.
- Where is it?
- Where's what?
They've been listening to us.
What do you mean, they've been listening to us?
What are you talking about?
See!
It was me.
The jacket.
Micky told me where to find it.
I was trying to protect you.
Ohh...!
SHE LAUGHS
Ohh...
How are you?
Mm.
I'd come back.
What?
If you ask me...
..I'll come back.
The one way to bring chambers together
is to gather round the fight for survival.
The Criminal Bar and the Family Bar will die if we don't fight now.
In this election,
there is one candidate who wants us only to prosecute,
and one who wants us to defend.
I...
want to fight for both.
Who am I?
I am the only realist.
Prosecuting is the only way to go.
Harriet has us set up with the CPS.
Lots of you have had work from Nicola.
I have an assurance from her that from now on,
Shoe Lane will be her only chambers of choice.
She's briefing us and only us.
But there's a catch.
It's a lot of work and we have to be able to cover it all.
We have to tell her that, from now on...we are a prosecution set.
We don't defend.
Vote for me...
and I'll give you jobs for life.
Who am I?
Votes for Miss Warwick?
22.
Votes for Mr Reader?
22.
Er...
Amy...
Your vote for Head of Chambers.
APPLAUSE
I love Shoe Lane and I want all of you to come with me
as we move forward into this new stage in our history.
Prosecuting.
I know we can do it
and I am as sure as I have ever been that, years from now,
we will all look back, together, on this moment
as the springboard into a... a brighter and better future.
Thank you.
Where's Martha?
SIREN BLARES
Billy?
- Jake.
- Billy.
BILLY GROANS
- OK.
- I'm here.
Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- I've got you.
- OK. Yeah.
PHONE BUZZES
Martha, it's me.
Where are you?
Miss!
Miss!
BILLY GROANS
what happened to the girl that broke my teenage heart?
I will not take lectures in chambers politics from a man
who took ?50,000
in backhanders from Micky Joy, the most corrupt solicitor of all time.
You're a grass.
Why am I here, Micky?
Technically, I'm on bail.
It's just that I can never leave, so anything I want, I get.
Did Sean McBride put a gun to Jimmy Monk's head and pull the trigger?
I didn't do this but it looks like I did.
- I need you, Martha.
- You're practically a witness
- and you're representing him.
- You're jealous.
You're in. There is one thing I will be asking for in return.
I'd like to make an official complaint...against Billy.
You'd need a big drink.
I want you to be the next Head of Chambers.
I won't be here because I'm dying.
We are very lucky to have two outstanding candidates.
Three. Three candidates.
I'm not a liar.
I think you lie about everything. You're going down.
Help!
DISTANT KNOCK
CLATTERING
CREAKING
No, nothing stolen.
Yeah. No, we think maybe he was disturbed.
Clive!
First on at ten.
Back at the Bailey, but this time on the right side of the fence.
It's a big heroin importation.
Otherwise known as putting away vicious bastards.
Welcome back.
So, are you pulling out?
Or are you going to carry on representing
the psychopath who attacked me?
What did you do to make him attack you?
What sort of question is that? He went for me, Marth. It's me.
You must have done something.
What, like point out how incredibly guilty he is?
You can't hear that, can you?
What's he doing to you?
Don't go silent. Bloody well talk to me.
What will it take for you to see what he really is?
Shall I make a suggestion?
The gun. I'd bet my life on it being a Browning pistol. Why?
Because that's the gun the British Army used up until last year.
Are you going to run that past Sean? Martha!
Look, you're not in this case any more so why don't you keep out!
Sir?
Con, sir. Eight o'clock.
Eight?
Police station.
What?!
Cracked rib.
Spent a couple of hours in the hospital wing.
The con in the bed next to me
had had scalding hot water thrown in his face.
Yeah...and they put sugar in it.
Why sugar?
It makes the skin keep burning after the face has dried
and it's a Monk family trademark.
His face was still boiling.
Have you slept?
How can I sleep?
I'm supposed to be alert.
This trial ends my life if I don't stay sharp.
Well, have you asked about moving cells?
My cell-mate's an headcase but he's not tried to kill me.
Why did you go for Clive?
He said I was guilty.
I can't have a brief who thinks that.
So it's just you and me now.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I think that's good, Mar.
Look at me.
Don't you dare mess me about.
Did you do this?
No.
What's all this?
My new case - big drugs trial that's pleading.
Supergrass.
What's he smiling at?
He's the officer in charge.
- How much time off have you promised your supergrass?
- We didn't.
He's not charged with anything.
Then why would he grass people up?
- The weapon was held directly against the skin when it was fired.
- Where?
Behind the left ear at the base of the skull,
angled slightly downwards.
Are you able to help us
with the physical positions of killer and victim
at the moment the shot was fired?
The angle of the entry and exit wounds suggests that the killer
stood behind the victim,
and the victim was on his knees when he died.
Type of weapon?
Browning 9mm pistol.
- And is this a common weapon in Manchester?
- No.
Based on all your years of experience, Ms Buchan,
are you able to characterise this shooting?
Yes. It was an execution.
Thank you.
Was a cartridge recovered from the scene?
- No.
- So the killer took it away?
- I can't say.
- But that's the obvious implication.
Some cartridges stay in the weapon after firing.
But not with a 9mm pistol.
- No.
- So why are you saying that?
What, are you hoping I wouldn't know?
You've looked at the database for guns of this type.
- Yes.
- In the Greater Manchester area.
- Yes.
Now, my Learned Friend wants to suggest that the chances of this gun
not being the one owned by the defendant are small.
- I can't comment on that.
- That's right, she can't.
The data you looked at is based on guns recovered by the police.
Yes.
So you've no idea
how many unrecovered guns there are in the Greater Manchester area.
Now, how many 9mm pistols are there in London right now?
- I don't have those figures.
- Why not?
- This was a Manchester-based suspect.
- But the gun hasn't been found.
No.
So you can't say where it was from.
I was told.
You were told? Sorry, sorry, sorry. You were told?
When things go wrong, this is how they go wrong.
I'm sorry?
This prosecution, these police officers, you.
What are you all saying?
We've found our man, now let's make the evidence fit.
Well, that is the wrong way round
and this is how miscarriages of justice happen.
It should be - look at the evidence and see
- who fits it.
- Is this a speech?
It's a description of everything that's wrong
with the prosecution and police culture in this country.
Just put your case, Miss Costello.
You can't be sure it was a 9mm pistol
because you need the cartridge for that.
The striations caused by its journey down the barrel of the gun
tell you what the weapon was.
So you can't say what this type of gun was,
and anyway, you don't know how rare a 9mm pistol is in the UK
because your statistical database is too narrow.
And that was all performance.
Ask the question, sit down before it can be answered
and then the question becomes the answer. It's a dishonest technique.
- Ms Buchan!
- I'm sorry.
What I should have said is that Miss Costello is doing her job,
which, unless she believes everything her clients tell her,
means her working life is one big performance.
Hello, miss. My test results have come back and it's not good news.
My, er, PSA levels are up...
from eight to 35 so...
'..the cancer is moving.'
'You have to tell people.'
I can't, miss.
DOOR OPENS
Well, I hope we can keep this fairly informal.
And can I ask everyone to try and be as civil as possible?
This is not the Old Bailey.
- Are you all right?
- Mm.
Just tell them the truth. You'll be fine.
He said that he could get me a place in chambers.
And how did that make you feel?
Incredibly happy.
But I felt that something was wrong.
I didn't know why he was helping me.
Well, did you ask?
- I tried to.
- And?
- He stopped me.
How?
He put his hand on my knee.
Did he say anything?
He said that there was something I could do for him in return.
And how did that make you feel?
Trapped.
Jake? Drink. Just us boys.
When did you make the official complaint about Billy?
- I don't remember exactly.
- Well, I can tell you.
It was September 19th.
Right, yes, yes.
Now, in those 17 days between the incident in the pub
and you making the complaint, were you unsure about what to do?
Yes.
And who did you talk to about it?
Harriet.
And what did she say?
- She wanted me to pursue the allegation.
- No, sorry,
Amy, her words. What were they?
"Stand up to him."
Do Harriet and Billy get along?
No.
How would you describe relations between them?
- They're not good.
- They despise each other.
They're involved in a huge power struggle
for control of the Clerks' room.
And Harriet would be delighted to see the back of Billy.
And it's right, isn't it,
that since you've been watching Clive Reader in court
you've developed a real zeal for prosecuting?
- And who champions prosecuting work in the Clerks' room?
- Harriet.
- And who thinks we should be doing only defence work?
- Billy.
Thank you. CLIVE SIGHS
Right, back here tomorrow.
Just going to make a couple of calls.
Cheers.
I don't drink any more.
Right. Wow.
Look at LaMotta.
Destroyed by drink.
Is that how high you're aiming, Jake?
I don't know, mate, but don't laugh at me.
We've all got to do the best we can.
No, that's not right. We've all got to BE the best we can.
How's Billy?
- Politics.
- Sorry?
What the hell else was that?
Amy's making it all up because Harriet is forcing her to?
- What?!
- It's...
- Dishonest.
- It's not as simple as that, Clive.
Isn't it? Did Billy proposition Amy?
Or was he just being a harmless Jack-the-lad Senior Clerk?
Sounds simple enough to me.
But you're turning it into an attack on Harriet,
which is basically an attack on me.
That's not real defence, it's politics.
If you and her turn Shoe Lane into a prosecution set,
w-w-what am I supposed to do? Join in?
Turn my brain upside down?
Who do you think I am, Clive?
So, I'm right. It's politics.
Look, I can't...
What?
You can't what?
- Where are you going?
- Con.
You're late.
Micky.
They'll find the gun.
The police.
- You know I'm not...
- We're all after the same thing.
What's that?
Saving Martha Costello.
SHE SIGHS
DOOR OPENS
I want you to survive.
I want you to pay off your debt.
If I become Head of Chambers, I'll need strong women at the Bar.
What are you saying?
This is your big chance.
Take this witness.
Go on, then.
The accused was arrested approaching his car.
Where was that?
Hounslow West tube station,
a couple of stops from Heathrow on the Piccadilly line.
- The blue line.
- I'm sorry?
It... It's the dark-blue tube line.
That's correct.
Thank you.
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT
Where's your leader, Miss Lang?
She asked me to take this witness.
This is a big witness.
Yes, I know.
How did he come to be arrested?
We received an anonymous phone call from a member of the public
saying there was a man behaving oddly.
Now, we've been told that taking a spent cartridge
away from the scene
usually indicates that it's a professional job.
It's removing evidence we might connect to the perpetrator
- or the murder weapon.
- Professional.
- Yes.
- And it was a head shot execution.
- Yes.
- Professional?
- It looks that way.
So nobody was disturbed, nobody heard a gunshot in the hotel?
No.
Professional.
Yes.
So, a professional killer who relied on meticulous planning
and took great care over his work...
who also leaves his fingerprints all over a crime scene.
What are you saying?
I'm saying Sean was there waiting for Jimmy,
drinking a glass of water, reading a magazine,
straightening a picture on the wall, while he was waiting.
Jimmy didn't show. Sean left.
We think he was trying to put Jimmy at his ease.
SHE SCOFFS
Are there two glasses of water?
No.
OK, so, Sean was drinking but Jimmy wasn't.
Are any of Jimmy's prints on any of the magazines?
No.
So, Sean was reading a magazine in Jimmy's presence?
Oh, and was he straightening the picture on the wall
to put Jimmy at his ease?
Is... Is that what you're trying to suggest?
All the fingerprint evidence points to Sean being in that room alone
and, basically, you know that.
I don't buy that.
Well, what evidence is there that Sean
and Jimmy were in the same room at the same time?
Jimmy arrived after Sean left.
Someone else killed him.
That's why the only Jimmy print is on the door handle.
He arrived at room 1044, went to open the door,
he was jumped from behind by whoever was in room 1045,
pushed into the room, forced to his knees
and shot in the head.
That's very fanciful, Miss Costello.
Is Jimmy's fingerprint on the outside door handle?
- Yes, it is.
- And Jimmy didn't leave, did he?
- No.
- On account of him being dead.
So he must have left the print when he came into the room.
- Yes.
- Is it on top
or is it under Sean's print?
On top.
So Sean's print is older.
Did Jimmy's print have to be re-moisturised?
No.
Because it was newer and fresher.
Because he arrived later,
after Sean had left.
Sean McBride had a motive.
And he's a liar.
He lied about owning a gun.
Some coincidence if it wasn't him, Miss Costello.
When you interviewed him at the police station, you said,
"This is an open and shut case, Seany."
And that describes your attitude, doesn't it?
Game over.
Jamming a square peg in a round hole.
I'm not going to lie to you. Can I say this?
I don't know until you say.
After 20 years in this job...
..I know a guilty man when I see one.
- JUDGE:
- Tea break.
What the hell are you doing
leaving Amy to take on a witness as big as him?
What am I doing to Amy? What are you doing to Amy?
I mean, Amy the fantasist?
Amy that makes up stories about being sexually harassed?
Look to yourself, Martha.
If I were to catch you coaching a witness halfway through this trial,
I'd finish you.
Shall I tell you your problem?
Something tells me you're going to.
You've got Sean on room 1044
but you haven't got Jimmy on Sean, which is impossible, frankly,
given the forensic evidence we've just been hearing.
Somebody else killed Jimmy Monk.
Jacket.
No jacket.
There's none of Jimmy's blood on Sean
because he got rid of the evidence
in the two hours between the murder and his arrest.
Dump the jacket, wash your hands, no blood.
It's impossible, frankly,
that a silk with your experience wouldn't know that.
What were you hoping, Miss Costello?
That we were less clever than you?
I've been in this job now, what, nearly 20 years, Officer?
And I know a bent copper when I see one.
We found the gun.
This morning.
It's a Browning 9mm pistol with a red stripe on the handle
and I can give you the heads up on the forensics.
Jimmy Monk's blood is on it.
Looks like we've got Jimmy on Sean.
Martha!
Jesus!
I didn't do it! I didn't do this!
- OK. Who found the gun?
- A police officer because guess what?
He was looking for it because that's his job.
- Where?
- Rough ground 300 yards from where Sean parked his car.
New evidence happens, Martha.
The world doesn't stop because we're all in here.
They were looking for the gun, they found the gun, you're going down.
He's dangerous.
Are you deaf? Does this man make you deaf and stupid?
Just because they've pulled the rabbit out of a hat.
- What rabbit?
- The gun. They found the gun.
He knew.
What? Who knew?
Clive?
He did it, Marth.
He's a violent man, he's a soldier who's completely lost his head.
He beat up his ex all the time...
- Sorry, and how do you know that?
- Because I asked her.
I asked all the questions you're too frightened to ask
and she gave me all the answers. Seany killed Jimmy.
What did you just say?
Seany killed Jimmy.
SHE MOUTHS
Right, let's have Bethany in.
Has Billy given Amy money before?
Yes.
What for?
Um, cabs home.
Drinks.
Does she have debts?
?53,000.
And did Billy know that?
Yes.
So he understood that getting a place in chambers
was incredibly important to Amy.
And that was the background against which
they went for a drink together?
- Were you in the same pub they went to?
- Yes.
Did you see what happened?
What happened, Bethany?
He put his hand on her knee.
How would you characterise the way he was being with her?
Was what Billy was doing of an inappropriate sexual character?
No.
- Sorry?
- No.
Well, that's not what you've been telling Harriet.
Hand on knee, arm around the back of her -
if that's not inappropriate behaviour I don't know what is.
It's the behaviour of a dying man.
A dying man trying to show the world that he's not dying...
..trying to be all the things that he can't be any more.
Billy?
DOOR OPENS
HE SIGHS
Amy will stay.
Right.
And she'll vote for you.
I think you've got your nose in front.
Are you sure you're OK?
Yeah.
Thank you.
For what?
For...working so hard for me.
I wouldn't do it for just anyone.
Wouldn't you?
I can't think of anything else I'd rather be doing.
Really?
Nothing else?
HE EXHALES
SEXUAL MOANS FROM THE NEXT ROOM
I miss home.
What?!
Hm!
For the first time in, what, 20 years, I'm feeling homesick.
Sorry.
It's fine. I miss it too.
THEY LAUGH
They've moved me.
I'm not in with that headcase any more.
- Good.
- Mm.
Who are you in with now?
Oh, it's a two. But I'm on my own.
The screws keep telling me I'm special.
Say they're saving the other bed for someone with the same interest.
What do you mean?
I'm not safe.
They're telling me they won't be able to help me
when someone comes for me.
The only thing to do is send a message.
And what does that mean?
Fight back. Let the bastards know
they won't have it all their own way.
You're right.
We need to fight back.
If it was allowed, I'd kiss you now, Martha Costello.
SHE RAPS ON DOOR
Your remark in the defendant's interview.
"This is an open and shut case, Seany."
- Yes?
- He's not called Seany. No-one calls him that.
Well, apart from you...and one other.
- Who?
- You tell me.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You're a liar.
- And you're starting to look very desperate.
- Lloyd Brannigan.
The man with the key to the drawer in the office, in The Electric,
where the gun was kept.
Where did you two meet?
- We haven't. Not before this investigation.
- Seany?
The pair of you with the same name for the defendant? Really?
Is that it?
Is that your killer point?
It's a coincidence.
I'm that kind of man. Every good copper likes a nickname.
Now, what you said to me - turn it around and apply it to yourself.
- Sorry?
- You decided your man was innocent
and you're trying to make the evidence fit.
Square peg, Miss Costello, round hole.
Brannigan works for you.
- No.
- Has to be.
Has to?
Has to?!
All the evidence points to Sean
and the logic of this prosecution is overwhelming.
It's crushing you and all you've got
is one tiny little hole with which to breathe through.
Lloyd Brannigan.
Let me be clear.
On the lives of my children...
I swear to you that I've never met Brannigan before.
- One thing I hated in life.
- What's that?
- Being a child.
- Your parents...
No, no, no, no. They were all right.
Bit small, but otherwise fine.
It was other children I disliked.
I was a grown-up trapped in a child's body.
I knew I was a grown-up from the age of about five,
because I thought all other children
were wasting their time - being children.
That's the thing about the Catholic faith.
Teaches you to take life seriously.
You pay attention.
My fifth birthday. I'm trying to find the courage to dive in.
I remember it as if it was yesterday.
It's the last moment in my life
before I started to think about death.
Everybody goes, Billy.
There are three things that matter.
The manner of your going.
What you leave behind.
And where you're going afterwards.
Send him in.
You were right about the gun.
- The jacket.
- What?
- You'll find the jacket.
I think you're getting confused. You mean they'll find the jacket.
Never been sharper. Sharp like a paper cut.
- You, not they.
- How do you know all this?
You'll find out soon enough.
Excuse me.
Er, tea, please.
- Are the toilets that way?
- Yeah, down the end.
Get rid of 'em. I don't need protecting.
I'm not frightened of anyone.
KNOCK ON DOOR
I need your help.
Help with what?
Sean McBride.
When he was arrested,
they brought him to the police station that I'm staying at.
And then what?
They put me in a cell with him.
Asked me if I'd mind cosying up to Sean McBride.
- And did you?
- He didn't trust me.
So, they did that thing they do, the Old Bill.
What's that?
They beat the crap out of me, in front of him. Then he trusted me.
And did you then have a conversation
connected to the offence which he'd been arrested for?
Why are you smiling?
I always forget how up itself the language has to be in here.
Did he cough?
I don't know.
You tell me.
What did he say?
He said, "They won't find the jacket."
You've been living the good life.
Everything you ask for, given to you by the police.
Yes.
- And kept safe?
- Yeah.
So, the...the Metropolitan Police are your own private bodyguards.
If you like.
So, you've grassed lots of other people up.
- Only, two days ago, you...
- Big drug dealers.
18 years each.
And how much is this evidence worth?
What does Micky Joy, supergrass of the century, cost?
The highest possible price.
And in exchange,
you will say anything to keep your paymasters happy.
To keep yourself safe and protected,
you will say whatever they want you to say.
Only the truth.
But you are lying about Sean McBride.
I've got no reason to do that.
No amount of money
or possessions, or even my own life,
come anywhere close to what I'm after.
It's my last chance.
The people you send away, they always get you in the end.
This is the last thing I'll do.
Am I going to lie?
What do you think?
I've got something for you.
Let's go.
- Talk to me.
- What?
When I'm in the witness box.
- Make it like we're just talking.
- It doesn't work like that.
SHE RAPS ON DOOR
What happened?
- I arranged to meet Jimmy.
- Where?
- The hotel. Room 1044.
- And did he turn up?
- No.
- What did you do?
I left.
And that's it?
That's it.
Did you kill Jimmy Monk?
No, I didn't.
- You went to make a protection payment?
- Yes.
Where's the money?
You went to pay Jimmy. You say he didn't turn up.
You took the three grand away with you.
Where is it?
Stolen.
Stolen?!
After I left the hotel, I went to a cafe. It was busy.
I went to the counter to ask for a...second cup of tea.
I didn't see what happened.
One minute it was there, the next minute it was gone.
You can't really expect this jury to believe that!
You lied about the gun.
Yes.
The 9mm pistol with the red stripe on the handle is yours.
Yes.
So, how did it come to be 200 miles away from your office,
in your nightclub, hidden in some rough ground,
a very short distance away from your car in West Hounslow?
- I don't know.
- And you don't know, presumably,
why your gun had Jimmy Monk's blood and brains all over it?
No.
It's all coming apart, isn't it, Sean McBride?
I didn't kill him.
I did not kill him!
Is this your jacket?
- Yeah.
- Were you wearing it when you arrived at the hotel?
- Yes.
- And were you wearing it
when you approached your car in West Hounslow tube station?
- No.
- How many lies can one man tell?
- What?
It wasn't stolen, was it? Was it?!
No.
You hid it.
Yeah.
Look at the right sleeve. It has a blood stain down by the cuff.
- I panicked.
- What?
I-I went to...room 1044. I...I waited. Jimmy didn't show.
- That's...
- Let me finish!
The thing about a violent temper
is that when it comes out, it doesn't care who it goes for.
Girlfriend - punch her.
Barrister - shout at her.
Murder victim...
bang.
I left.
- When I was walking away from the hotel, that's when I saw him.
- Who?
Jimmy.
He was heading towards the back of the hotel.
He went up the fire escape and in through a door on the tenth floor.
I followed him. I got to room 1044.
The door was open. It...it didn't seem right.
I looked inside. There was a body.
Jimmy.
I went inside. My training kicked in. I felt for a pulse.
The blood - that's how it got on the sleeve.
He was dead.
HE CHUCKLES
Ah... And then it hit me.
I'd been set up.
Me fingerprints everywhere. So, I ran. Back down the fire escape.
I got rid of the jacket in the toilets of the cafe
by stuffing it out the window
and I got arrested in the car park at the tube station.
So, where's the money?
There was no money.
I went to the hotel room to sort things out.
I wanted to do to Jimmy what he'd done to me.
But I never got the chance to slap him around.
Cos somebody killed him.
PHONE BUZZES
Recall me.
What?
Get me back in the witness box.
Trust me.
I'll give you the truth.
- No.
- You'll change your mind.
Don't you ever come near me again.
What are you afraid of?
Billy?
Trust him.
What do you want to say?
Everybody's wrong.
I don't understand.
It's about killing two birds with one stone.
- That was the plan.
- Whose plan? The police?
Bigger than that. More than that.
Who?
Has there been a recent break-in at Shoe Lane?
- Yes.
- Was anything taken?
- No.
- Which room was the burglar in?
Mine.
You checked that nothing had been taken out,
but did you check that anything had been put in?
They've been listening to you.
- They?
- The Monk family.
Sean McBride was set up.
Jimmy Monk was wild and out of control
and the Monk family wanted rid of him.
But you can't do that to one of your own
without making it look like something else.
They killed Jimmy and made it look like it was Sean
and then carried on making it look like it was Sean.
The out-of-control family member dead
and the upstart business competitor banged up for ever.
Brannigan...
Why don't we stay away from the foot soldiers and the specifics?
You've all done enough damage here.
I'm giving you the big truth.
You take it from me. Sean McBride is innocent.
First you're a prosecution witness,
then you're a witness for the defence.
How can you be both and expect to be believed?
That's the point.
That's the whole of the point.
I'm not a prosecution witness.
I'm not a defence witness.
And I can't be both, because I'm neither.
There's a third way, Miss Warwick, Miss Costello...
..and it's the first casualty here
and in every courtroom I've ever known.
And you know what it is.
Because it doesn't fit.
It never fits.
It's not what any of you want.
It's called the truth.
There. I'm done.
I've got nothing more to say.
- I'm entitled to re-examine you.
- Are you?
Are you entitled to question me? Either of you?
With your wigs and your gowns and your one-eyed way of seeing?
Mr Joy!
I've just told you everything I think about everything.
I've sworn on this Bible and it's what I'll be judged on.
Mr Joy!
Members of the jury,
I am directing you to ignore what Mr Joy has said in the witness box.
It may have been passionate, but it is not evidence
and it doesn't belong in this court.
DOOR SLAMS
Have you reached a verdict upon which you are all agreed?
FOREMAN: We have.
Do you find the defendant guilty...
or not guilty of murder?
Guilty.
You lose your heart to every case you take, don't you?
Passion, conviction, fearlessness.
All of them admirable qualities,
and all of them qualities shared by DCI Fitzpatrick.
- He's...
- The other side of the same coin.
- No.
- You only see what you need to see.
- Look at the jacket.
- What?
The blood on the sleeve means Sean's guilty, doesn't it?
Fitzpatrick wins, you lose.
The blood on the right sleeve.
The wound behind the left ear.
The killer's left-handed. Sean isn't.
You win.
- I didn't think...
- No, you didn't.
You lost a game you could have won.
- Game?
- And there's another game to play tomorrow
and, like all games, it's about winning and losing,
and that means everyone in it is corrupted.
After 35 years a lawyer...
..finally...
..at the death...
I've stopped playing the game and I told the truth.
I can't tell you how good that feels.
- What are you saying?
- I'm telling you.
Begging you.
Walk away.
No. Run.
Run for your life.
DOOR OPENS
Martha.
- Where is it?
- Where's what?
They've been listening to us.
What do you mean, they've been listening to us?
What are you talking about?
See!
It was me.
The jacket.
Micky told me where to find it.
I was trying to protect you.
Ohh...!
SHE LAUGHS
Ohh...
How are you?
Mm.
I'd come back.
What?
If you ask me...
..I'll come back.
The one way to bring chambers together
is to gather round the fight for survival.
The Criminal Bar and the Family Bar will die if we don't fight now.
In this election,
there is one candidate who wants us only to prosecute,
and one who wants us to defend.
I...
want to fight for both.
Who am I?
I am the only realist.
Prosecuting is the only way to go.
Harriet has us set up with the CPS.
Lots of you have had work from Nicola.
I have an assurance from her that from now on,
Shoe Lane will be her only chambers of choice.
She's briefing us and only us.
But there's a catch.
It's a lot of work and we have to be able to cover it all.
We have to tell her that, from now on...we are a prosecution set.
We don't defend.
Vote for me...
and I'll give you jobs for life.
Who am I?
Votes for Miss Warwick?
22.
Votes for Mr Reader?
22.
Er...
Amy...
Your vote for Head of Chambers.
APPLAUSE
I love Shoe Lane and I want all of you to come with me
as we move forward into this new stage in our history.
Prosecuting.
I know we can do it
and I am as sure as I have ever been that, years from now,
we will all look back, together, on this moment
as the springboard into a... a brighter and better future.
Thank you.
Where's Martha?
SIREN BLARES
Billy?
- Jake.
- Billy.
BILLY GROANS
- OK.
- I'm here.
Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- I've got you.
- OK. Yeah.
PHONE BUZZES
Martha, it's me.
Where are you?
Miss!
Miss!
BILLY GROANS