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I love you, Martha Costello.

You are this close
to extinction.

I'm the only reason
that you're allowed
to carry on existing,

so get used to me, Billy.

Well, I can't get
a visitor's order.

Why?

Because David
won't ask for one.

Probably it's too upsetting
for him to see you.

Do you want
a career prosecuting

or the odd bone tossed
your way

by a clerk running Shoe Lane
on booze and bullshit?

I've got Nicola at the CPS
all set to make you
her main man.

-I can't be only a lawyer,
Clive.
-But, Martha...

Will you just leave me alone?

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[SIREN WAILS]

Look at that, Jake.

Heritage to die for.

Absorb and aspire.

Elizabeth I was here, Jake,

the third greatest virgin
of all time.

-Who are the...
-The Madonna and Madonna.

[CHUCKLES]

Maybe she stood
right here, Jake.

Hmm?

And her thoughts...

"Who comes after me?

"I'm childless.

"To whom do I bequeath
my throne and isle?"

There comes a time, Jake,

when a man in my position
has to turn his
thoughts to legacy.

Our two greatest inventions
are today incorporated
in one woman.

Law and football.

You all set, miss? Oi!

-Wahey!
-Fancy a mortgage fraud,
sir? Good.

Because I've got you one.

[PHONE RINGS]

Legacy.

Le-ga-cy.

-[WHISPERS] Legacy.
-How do you spell it, Jake?

I-T... Boom! [CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES]

-Jesus Christ.
-Oh, my God.

What's up, Beth?
Oh, time of the month?

-Out of her nose, Billy?
-Well, it's hard being
a woman, John.

Right, no team colours
today, boys.

Today we are neutral.

-But, we're West Ham.
-And we will be again.
But for now, we're Swiss.

-Swiss?
-Neutral.

We have a visitor
this morning.
You all right, Beth?

I tell you what,
why don't you
take the day off?

No, what is it?
It's a week, isn't it,
basically, give or take?

No, I'm fine. Really.

Oh, I love women!

-Hello, miss.
-Billy, a word.

Yes, miss.

BILLY: I was thinking
of giving up.
CAROLINE: So was I.

Got down to two
lighters a day.

But what's a life
without vices?

Mmm.

Talking of which,
I'm off to Bury St Edmunds,
Billy,

to avenge the newly molested
of Suffolk.

Then the molesters will soon
regret their molesting, miss.

There's the thing.

-Miss?
-I'm back on sex, Billy.

And you so loved fraud.

-It's a return, isn't it?
-Yes, miss.

And whoever it's returned
from is doing something
bigger and better.

Yes, miss.

I've been in silk six years.
Sloppy seconds are a bit...

I'm so glad we took you on
at Shoe Lane, miss.

It was touch-and-go
for a while.

There was a small concern
about one of your vices
getting out of hand.

I was able to reassure them.
"She'll be fine," I said.

"I'll make sure of it."

Beautiful cathedral in Bury,

should you feel like a little
purifying of the soul, miss.

Worth a visit.

-Big day, miss.
-It's only a con, Billy.

Legal and football history.
My three raison d'etres.
Three.

Jordan Sinclair elbowed
Dean Trent in the face,
breaking his jaw.

-Jordan Sinclair here?
-This very morning.

Sickening. There's no place
for that kind of violence
on a football pitch.

-Thank you, Jake.
-Need any help, Marth?

Only my grandfather played
in goal for Port Vale.
So, it's in the blood.

-Mmm. And, er, who
do you support, Clive?
-Chelsea.

-[LAUGHTER]
-So, er, not really
in the blood, then.

MARTHA: Alan?

Martha.

Not in court?

No, legal conference.

Most people would
look forward to a couple
of days at Hogwarts.

But...

Most people don't have
a son with schizophrenia.

I'm sorry.

I've had lots of hugs
from clients who've
got off over the years,

but none like the hug
your son gave me.

David wants help.

Give it to him.

The trial's listed for a week.

Five days of
famous footballers rubbing
shoulders with Shoe Lane

all over the front pages.

Me against Martha.

Oh, um...

Nicola wanted me
to tell you, again,

just how talented
she thinks you are.

-I didn't, by the way.
-Mmm-hmm.

Ah!

There you go, sir,
one big, fat mortgage fraud.

It clashes.

-With?
-Prosecuting Jordan Sinclair.

Oh. Yeah.

You didn't know?

Yeah, yeah. Must have just...

-Slipped your mind?
-Yeah.

[BILLY CHUCKLES]

I'm withdrawing
my offer of help.

Ah, no, I didn't mean it
about Chelsea.

They're a lovely
football club.

Who's your second
favourite team?

I'm prosecuting you.

Right.

-Sinclair?
-Yep.

[CHUCKLES] Right.

It's Manchester City,
isn't it? Your second team.

I was gonna ask you, do you
want to go for a drink later?

Well, we probably shouldn't
if we're against each other.

There's that bar
in Exmouth Market
that's got table football.

[SNORTS] Imagine if the press
got hold of it?

Miss? Your client's here.

[WHISPERS] He's gorgeous.

Oh, and this is Amy,
the new pupil.

-Hi.
-Hello.

She's roaming.
Not attached to anyone
in particular.

CLIVE: So, up to you.

We're against each other
in the same trial.

Who do you want to be with?

I think that's
an unfair question, don't you?

How's she supposed to decide?

Would you like to meet
Jordan Sinclair?

[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]

[PHONE RINGS]

Harriet! A word.

Billy?

There are things you
need to understand.

Whenever you talk to someone,
you talk to me afterwards,

because if I'm not
in the loop, then we're
dead in the water.

That's a lot of metaphors.

When you get silk,
your caseload goes
just like that,

and all your old junior work
goes to feed the huddled
masses who missed out.

I'm getting famine,
death and violins, Billy.

I'm killing myself
to keep Clive Reader busy.

-In the pub.
-Where I got him

-a nice, big mortgage fraud.
-So?

When I come back
and find that Clive Reader
is already doing a case,

all my work is wasted,
and all because
you didn't tell anyone!

It's the 21st century.
Computers do the talking.

The case is in the system,
logged and booked.

You can see it
on your phone,
even in the pub.

-You undermined me.
-You went to the pub.

Because if you're
a serious clerk,
that's what you do.

Do you think I like doing
what I do to my liver?
I do it for chambers.

So, all the clerks together,
drinking selflessly,

scribbling in diaries
like you're all
in Bleak House.

I made two phone calls
to Nicola at the CPS,

got the brief, logged it
on the system.

And if we don't
all start operating like that,

then we're all dead.

Oh...

You don't have
to be in the pub
to see it on your phone,

because, unlike you,
it works without a drink.

You're unique, Jordan,

the first footballer
in this jurisdiction to face
criminal proceedings

for something physical
that happened on the pitch.

You elbowed
Dean Trent in the face,

and they throw
the kitchen sink at you.

-Why me?
-MARTHA: Wrong question.

We won't be going anywhere
near the fairness issue.

Why's that?

Because English juries
have waited a very long time
to try a footballer

-for the kind of
bad behaviour...
-[PHONE CHIMES TEXT ALERT]

...that everyone else
goes to prison for.

They look at you
and your money...

-[TEXTING]
-...and your attitude,

and they say,
"About bloody time!"

-[TEXTING]
-So, self-defence.

Yeah, I knew he was coming.

Big lump like that.

And I knew he was gonna do me.

And that's when your elbow...

-Yeah. Self-protection.
-[MOBILE BEEPS]

"I've done your mum
and I'm going to do you."

Trent was threatening
you earlier.

I went to take a throw-in
and he was off
the bench, warming up.

[TEXT ALERT]

And...

Well, he gave me the ball,
which was a bit weird,

'cause they were
1-nil up and in no hurry.

-[KEYPAD CLICKS]
-But as he did,

he said that thing
about my mum.

And he smiled as he did it?

There's cameras everywhere.
He's not stupid.

-[KEYPAD CLICKS]
-And when he came on...

-[MOBILE BEEPS]
-You won't know this.
No disrespect...

Look, why don't you
put your phone
away and try me?

There's a difference
when an opponent's
gonna hurt you.

You can sense 'em
looking for the right kind
of 50/50 challenge

so they can break your leg.

The right kind,
meaning a tackle
that can be made to look,

what, clumsy or committed
or wholehearted?

And you can't know
the difference unless
you've been there and felt it.

Now, did you do anything
to provoke him?

[TEXT ALERT]

I mean, was there a moment
when you made him feel,
"You know what?

"I really, really hate
this cocky little bastard."

[MOBILE BEEPS]

Well... After he came on,
I did this trick.

Right, you know that,
that drag-back thing that
Johan Cruyff did?

Well, I made a bit
of a mess of it, actually,

but it sort of worked
and it made him look stupid.

Players like Trent think
that's taking the mickey.

There's no call for skill
like that in his book.

He got angry
and he started
intimidating you?

I know what you're saying.

"Tell the jury
that you were scared of Trent,

"and it will help self-defence
stand up better in court."

Dean Trent...

Doesn't scare me.

Hmm.

-[MOBILE RINGS]
-Prison will.

[MOBILE RINGS]

I need to take this.

It must be important.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Sorry. He's... Young.

Yeah, and it's very hard
for him earning 90 grand
a week at his age.

I mean, how much
do you earn, Amy?

Um... Well, nothing.

Not yet.

Trent's a psycho.

But Madden doesn't
let it get out.

His agent?

No one wants to hear it,
because they're
all in his pocket.

So... So he and Trent
share the same agent?

They did, along with half
of football,

until he dropped him.

-Why?
-Jordan wouldn't plead,

and Madden wanted
to protect Trent.

[DOOR OPENS]

Who was that?

No one.

-MARTHA: Yeah, but who was it?
-Nobody.

So, Jordan, who's
more important in your life
than me right now?

My mum.

Caroline?

Yes?

Anthony Ashton. Tony.

-Sorry. Have we met?
-Probably, in passing.

We're against each other.

Oh, darling! I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

Don't you start
young these days?

David, it's Dad.

Er, they don't let you out
of these places
once you're in.

So, I won't be around
for a couple of days.

But you can ring me and, um...

Okay. Bye.

It's me again. Um...

I love you.

[MOBILE BEEPS]

TONY: So, why are you
doing a bog-standard
rape out in the sticks?

I'm sorry?

I wasn't expecting
to be up against a silk.

A favour to my senior clerk.

I'm hoping sex leads to money.

Hmm. Much like Stacy Grant.

Really?

Oh, please.

A girl from the back office
has a few too many,

makes eyes at the boss,
and then

cries rape when he doesn't
want to get engaged
the next morning.

A toast.

To first impressions.

If she looks like she'd
drop her knickers
for an alcopop,

he may live
to pull another day.

If she turns up like
Miss Jean Brodie
at a job interview,

you're as screwed as she was.

[CHUCKLES] I couldn't have
put it better.

I've been hearing those jokes
for as long as I can remember.

The reaction is
like a litmus test.

So, what does
this one tell you?

That you've never been
up against a silk before.

MARTHA: Come on, we're off.

Oh, I can't. I'm in court.

Right. Okay.

First time?

Yeah.

What is it?

Everything. Um...
Warrants, lots of shoplifting

and no instructions.

It's going to be fine.

Absolutely, yeah.

Um... What's a warrant?

An arrest warrant's
issued when someone
fails to turn up at court.

Right, yeah.

Now, listen.
Just get the basics right.
Everything else will follow.

Go and see your client,
ask for instructions,

and if you don't feel ready,
get an adjournment.

Okay.

Don't rush, deep breaths...

-Mmm.
-Stand up for yourself.

You'll be great.

Clive, read this.

[CHUCKLES]

-Are you staying?
-Just for the kick-off.

Nicola, listen.
I've just got to say
thank you for this brief.

Honestly.
It really means a lot.

My grandfather played
for Port Vale,
so it's in the blood.

Wow. Really? Wow.

-Who do you support?
-Chelsea.

Brilliant. Me too.

[CHUCKLES]

I'm just gonna...
My opponent.

[CHUCKLES]

-Bit senior to come to court.
-Jealous, Marth?

-What was she saying?
-Oh, um...

Six weeks
before this incident,

you go to a hotel,
hire a suite, trash it,

and the manager
who tries to get
you removed gets punched.

-Yeah, that wasn't...
-Ah, no, hang on.
It gets better.

Your agent, who is now
giving evidence against you,

takes out an injunction
to stop it getting
in the papers.

I mean,
why didn't you tell me?

I cannot work in the dark.

They said it couldn't
be mentioned.

[EXASPERATED SIGH]

From now on,
you tell me everything
and you say it as it is.

Okay?

It wasn't how it looks.
All right?

I treated some mates
from back home,

only, some of them got rowdy
and people complained.

Oh, how unreasonable of them.

Well, it wasn't me.
I tried to calm them down.

Then Madden paid
off the hotel manager
but only to be quiet about me.

So, my mates got done,
and I didn't.

We fell out, they went
to the papers,
and Madden got an injunction.

[TEXT ALERT]

How do you feel about home?

Do you miss it?

You've come a long way fast.

When I first came to London,
it was in my early days
at the Bar.

I was frightened
of everyone...

Judges, other barristers,
clerks.

So I put on this
kind of angry front...

To compensate.

[MOBILE RINGS]

[RINGING STOPS]

Thanks.

Mr Rankin?

I'm Amy.

-I'm Amy.
-Yes.

Your barrister.

[PANTS]

Sort my warrants
and my methadone.

Get my script, yeah?

-Right. Script?
-Yeah.

-Script?
-Yeah.

Right.

Okay.

How many warrants are there?
And from where?

Yeah. Methadone...
[MUMBLES INCOHERENTLY]

Er... Why did you fail
to appear at court last time?

Um... Too ill.

When was the last time?

The 16th, at Camberwell Green?

Right.

My methadone. Thanks.

[GRUNTS]

I need a doctor.

Christopher Rankin, cell four.

He's been seen.

-When?
-This morning.
Fit to attend court.

Yeah, but he's not well.

-Has he collapsed?
-No, but...

Self-harm, suicide,
vomiting, threats or fainting?

No.

Then he's well.

Do I look like
a social worker?

Do I?

-You can't use this.
-Similar fact evidence.
Shows how he loses his temper.

It's never similar fact.

I know.

What?

Your client's not
talking to you, is he?

-See you later, Clive.
-Yeah.

We're doing all right,
wouldn't you say?

Sorry?

Keeping the professional
and the personal separate.
[CHUCKLES]

I just felt it.

Bang on the side of me jaw.
And I went down, sparko.

Broken jaw,
fractured cheekbone,
lost three teeth.

-You've seen the pictures.
-CLIVE: You were hit
by something?

Jordan Sinclair's elbow.

He waited for me
and he flung it.

I didn't even see it coming.

-Was it thrown deliberately?
-Er... Don't lead.

Your Honour, I apologise.
My learned friend
is quite right.

I'll rephrase the question.

What were you
thinking at the time?

That it was deliberate.

Did you do anything
to, er, to provoke the attack?

Nothing.

Well, you spoke to him
from the touchline
before you came on,

when you were
giving him the ball back.

It was just banter.

CLIVE: You've been
a footballer at the very top
level for over a decade.

Has anything like this
ever happened to you before?

Never. It's cowardly.

Not what the game
should be about.
The game's better than that.

[SIGHS]

So, a bottle of white wine...

Four cocktails,
that you can remember,

and six or maybe seven shots.

-Yes.
-You made it up,
didn't you?

Embarrassed and needing
to save face.
[SCOFFS]

You've invented this
rape allegation.

No. I didn't. I didn't!

Miss Grant, have you
ever suggested
that you weren't drunk?

-Never.
-Thank you.

JUDGE: Could it have
been more shots?

Might it have been
eight or nine?

STACY: It could
have been.

Thank you.

MARTHA: "I've done your mum
and I'm going to do you."

-Do you recognise those words?
-No.

That's what you said
to Jordan Sinclair, isn't it?

Here's the ball,
big smile, vicious insult.

I wouldn't use
a phrase like that.

It's offensive.

When were you coached
on what to say
in that witness box?

I've not been coached.

So, no sitting
around discussing
the evidence with, say...

Ben Madden?

I've not spoken
to Ben about this.

You turn questions round,
don't you, into denials?

I don't turn them round
into denials.

Do you threaten people
you're playing against?

I don't do threats.

How did you feel
when he did that
Johan Cruyff trick on you?

Fifty thousand people
in the ground.
Millions on the telly.

Embarrassed, Mr Trent?

-Humiliated?
-I know what you're after.

I wasn't wound up by him
and I didn't try and use
threats to control him.

Like I say, the game's better
than that.

MARTHA: Ben likes that phrase,
doesn't he?

He's right.

So it was his phrase?

He might have said it first.

And you repeated it...

But you weren't coached.

No, I wasn't.

I was elbowed.

We need to nail Madden.

Him and Trent are
as tight as you like.
He's more than just an agent.

We need an angle.
You said he's got
journalists in his pocket?

Yeah, loads.

Tonight, find me a story
about yourself that
you can't explain,

that got in the paper
by magic.

I'm just very quietly
tipping you off.

I'm sorry?

You've got
a big decision to make.

Your shoulder is about
to be tapped,
as they used to say.

How do you know?

Terrible gossips, judges,
when it comes
to new colleagues.

[GASPS]

-[MOBILE RINGS]
-Oh.

David. It's Dad.

Yes, sorry, of course,
you know it's Dad
'cause you're calling me.

Miss Grant was drunk,
wasn't she?

-FLINDERS: She was.
-Very drunk?

Yes.

Unsteady? Red-eyed? Slurring?

She was, yes.

In fact, she'd drunk so much,
she'd been sick on her dress.

To be fair to you,
that's the sort of witness
we're dealing with, isn't it?

I think it's important
that we get that clear.

And of all the women
in that bar, she was the one
you wanted to have sex with?

The slurring, drunk,
weepy one,
who smelt of vomit?

No, no, it wasn't like that.
She was drunk, okay...

And you chose her because
of her drunken state,
not despite it.

She wasn't attractive,
she was a mess.

But she was vulnerable,

and because of that,
you hunted her down
and you raped her,

didn't you, Mr Flinders?

-Um... Your Honour.
-Madam.

You are not wearing a wig,
nor am I.

This is not the Crown Court.
You call me "madam".

Madam, um...

A number of pieces
of information
have come to light

which, um...

Which mean I've been
unable to take
full instructions and...

-I... I...
-You've had all day.

But there have been, um...

Difficulties.

Let me give you some advice,
Miss Lang.

Don't dress up what
you say in court

by making it sound
like how you think lawyers are
supposed to sound in court.

Try and sound like yourself,
or your career won't work.

Plain speech, Miss Lang.

Can I have an adjournment,
please?

No.

[RUSTLES PAPERS]

Um...

Christopher Rankin,
I've been told,
is in need of a DIP and a PSR.

An FDR is a possibility
and maybe a DDR, too.

I don't know
what they're on about
and I'm the barrister.

Mr Rankin, as [STAMMERS]
a long-term heavy heroin user,

finds it hard
to take on board.

Frankly, he finds it hard
to take anything on board.

He neither knows nor cares
if it's day or night,

or whether he's
remanded in custody
or released on bail.

There are far too many lawyers
in his life, madam,
and not enough doctors.

-I'll adjourn this
case for a week.
-Thank you.

Thank you very much.

And when you come back,

as you insist you
have insufficient
instructions to proceed today,

you can explain to the court
in plain speech,

why your solicitors
should not pay
the cost of today's hearing.

I'm sorry I punched
you in the face.

Can we be honest
with each other?

I like you, Jake.

I like you.

Yeah, but not
the way that I like you.

You're my friend.
Let's not mess that up.

We could try.

Let's not try to mess it up,
okay?

But one day I'll be...

It's a family thing.

Billy and me.

Family.

No, Jake.

Billy's gonna be here forever.

Then it's gonna be John
or Harriet, not you.

Work, family.

Not family, family.

-You're winning, aren't you?
-Sorry?

Is it really awkward when
celebrities come to chambers,
and we send them to prison?

Don't feel awkward, sir.
It's me. It's unconditional.

Out of interest,
why do you dislike Dean Trent?

I'm West Ham, sir. We pass.
We love players who can pass.

Dean Trent can't.
He stops people passing.

He's anti-football.

I can't love him.

[LAUGHS]

-Night, sir.
-Yeah, night.

And the real reason?

He didn't get you the brief.

So, like the big child
he can sometimes be,
he's not on your side.

What's going on?

Word has it Alan Cowdrey's
heading upstairs...
The bench, full-time.

Right. Really?

So, there'll be a vacancy
for head of chambers.

Another drink?

William Lamb.

Er, the results, please.

The PSA is down? That's great!
Thank you.

Thank you. When...
When do I have
to come in for the next test?

Great. Okay. Thank you. Bye.

Liverpool Football Club
have played over 5,000
matches in their history.

Only once ever have they come
back from three goals
down at half-time to win.

-Istanbul.
-Mmm. The miracle of.

So...

Whatever Rafa Benitez
said to them at half-time,
that's you now!

Oh, I'm a dumpy Spaniard?

[LAUGHS] With a shot
at ultimate glory.

Are you all right, Billy?

Yeah.

To summarise, then, Mr Madden,

Jordan Sinclair told you
that he'd attacked
Dean Trent deliberately,

that Trent was history now,

and that you should
concentrate all your efforts
on his career instead?

He did, and I was shocked.

Thank you.

[WHISPERS] Boom.

How long have
you represented Dean Trent?

Since he was a kid,
more than a decade now.

-Very successfully.
-MARTHA: Very.

And he has some huge
sponsorship deals, doesn't he?

You probably
helped broker them.

I think I did
more than just help.

And doubtless,
they've got
morality clauses in them.

So, if he's found to, say,
well, hurl foul abuse
at someone

or be publicly offensive,

he'd be seen
as toxic in the eyes
of the people who pay him,

and those contracts could

be null and void.

He didn't, though, did he?

That's you,
or Jordan, mud-slinging.

I don't represent thugs.

Your evidence
about Jordan Sinclair
inventing Dean Trent's threats

is completely manufactured
and self-serving.

No.

Your suggestion's a smear,
and you know it.

Sinclair admitted it to me,
and I wasn't havin' it.

Dean Trent's been with you
a long time, hasn't he?

He's seen you in action.

Is it that he knows
where the bodies are buried?

Hmm?

Best keep him happy,
because he knows everything,

whereas Jordan Sinclair,
new kid on the block,
knows nothing.

[LAUGHS]
Look, I've got no bodies.
You've got no defence.

-Right pair, aren't we?
[RIPPLE OF LAUGHTER]

If we could let Miss Costello
ask the questions, Mr Madden?

Last year, according to FIFA,

28% of all transfer fees
went to football agents.

Footballers aren't
the only people
with agents, Miss Costello.

If I broke the law,
or told lies
and needed your services,

I could contact Billy Lamb
to negotiate your fee.

Talented people need agents.
Fact of life.

But barristers prefer
to call 'em clerks.

Dean Trent's got one.
You've got one.

Same thing.

Your Honour,
if I could just take
instructions for a moment?

Please.

I'm talking to you for effect.
Nod.

Did you find the story?

Yeah, me out at 4:00
in the morning
the night before a game,

drinking and kissing
some girl.

And you couldn't explain it?

-No, it didn't happen.
-Sure?

-I'm positive.
-He's slippery.

He is.

-Well, two can play
at that game.
-Do it.

Mr Madden, you keep stories
out of the papers, don't you?

You also put them there.

I... Influence it.

I can't control it.

Have you ever

given a journalist
a smear story about
Jordan Sinclair?

Not that I can remember.

Are you sure?

Mr Madden.

Maybe... Once.

Like I say, it's,
er, my job to take
care of things.

You're smearing, I'm smearing.

We're a right pair, aren't we?

JOHN: Interesting,
the two of them,

Mr Reader and Miss Costello.

They're like cat
and dog in court.

BILLY: And?

JOHN: Well, maybe not
when they're outside.

You know?

-Or...
-I just heard.

You heard because
you're a clerk.

You hear things
before people even say 'em.

Is it awkward,
if the cat-and-dog thing
doesn't leave court with them?

You see, and then you try
and work out what those
silent moments might mean,

whether it's good or bad.

I think it's manageable.

I don't think good or bad
has to come into it.

-Don't do it, John.
-What?

Shuffle papers,
write business plans
and all that bollocks.

You're a clerk.
Duck, dive, prosper.

Don't waste your gift.

Back you, not Harriet?

When I go, I'm leaving
Shoe Lane clerked.

Not administered.

Yeah?

[DOOR OPENS]

FEMALE COURT CLERK:
Will the foreman please stand?

Will the defendant
please stand?

Have you reached a verdict
upon which you are all agreed?

FOREMAN: We have.

COURT CLERK: On count one,
that of rape,

do you find the defendant,
Gary Flinders,
guilty or not guilty?

FOREMAN: Guilty.
COURT CLERK: Thank you.

I thought you were
good with Madden.

He's tough.

We didn't hurt him enough.

But, well, thank you.

Well, I think you're being
hard on yourself.

I thought I was the one
who gave the team talks.

I'm just saying,
you stood up for me.

Thank you.

Jordan, it's my job.

Now, when you go
in the witness box,
there is nothing I can do.

So, if you want to thank me,

help yourself.

It's hard.
You don't understand football.

I used to go with my dad
to Burnden Park, see Bolton?

And we used to talk
about life through
talking about football.

And then I went to university,
moved away, and he got ill.

And after going
for four seasons
every fortnight,

we never went again,
which meant

we never spoke again, really.

See, our common language
had gone.

So, no, I don't. I...

I... You know,
and I don't think

I want to know
about the business of it.

But I do understand football
and what it means.

Okay?

Yeah, my dad used
to watch me play
when I was a kid,

all the time, every week.

And then he just left...

Left us, me and my mum,

didn't come back.

And then I got signed,
and then I got
signed, like, big,

and the money came,
and I got a house and a car.

Four cars.

Mad.

And then he came back,
or he tried to.

My mum wouldn't have it.
She said he wanted to know
the money and not me.

So, she made me choose.

So, obviously I had
to choose her,
'cause I owed her.

I wish that was different.

You know what Trent said...

-About your mum.
-Mmm.

It wasn't just that.

What?

Well, he, he said,

"I've done your mum
and I'm gonna do you."

And one more word.

What was the word?

About a year ago,

er, I was...

Out with a friend.

We left the bar...

And out of nowhere,
from behind us...

There they were,

screaming abuse.

About 10 of 'em.

What did you do?

Well, I can do about 10.4
on the 100 metres.

And your friend?

He's...

He's not so quick.

What kind of bar?

What was the abuse?

What Trent said...

What was the word?

Faggot.

It's a very ugly word,
but it's the 21st century.

Is it such a terrible secret?

It is if you're a footballer.

Football's 21st century
when it comes to money...

18th century
when it comes to being gay.

And Trent doesn't even know.

It's just a normal insult
in his world, you know.

If you've got quick feet,
you're a faggot.

If you read The Guardian,
you're a poof.

If you go to the theatre,
you're... You're queer.

Just how his brain works.
That's how football's
brain works.

I mean, if I get...

"Faggot" when
he doesn't even know...

What do I get when he does?

Right, Manchester City because
of their away kit, you know,
the red and black stripes.

And I was Chelsea a long time
before the money came.

Ah, the romance of football.

What's he like? Sinclair.

Shall we stay away
from talking about the case?

No, I mean as a person.

Well...

He's fond of his phone
and his mum.

You always end up liking them,
don't you?

Spoiled-brat footballers.

Nasty armed robbers.
Martha Costello sees
the good side in everyone.

You can't
generalise like that.

Oh, what? Not all
armed robbers are horrible?

Lots of Premiership
footballers are kind,
sensitive human beings?

Not all Chelsea supporters
are wilfully blind.

Manchester City play
very attractive football
in a very attractive kit...

And are still everyone's
second-favourite team.

-I'll see you in the morning.
-Okay.

I love it, you know,
how deep you go,

how much passion
and conviction you put
into everything you do...

When you've got a wig on.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

I want you to listen
very carefully.

And when I'm finished,
I don't want you
to say anything.

You elbowed
Dean Trent in the face

because you'd had
enough of him
and everything he stood for.

There might have been
a dangerous tackle
coming your way,

but that's not
why you hit out.

It's bigger than that.

You hit out at the prejudice,

ignorance and the silence
that football
demands from you.

In law...
Now, forget about life
and fairness and justice.

In law,
that's an admission of guilt.

So, if those were
your instructions,

I would have to advise you
to plead guilty,

in which case,
being who you are,

doing what you did...

You would go to prison.

So, what do we do?

You're the client.
I'm the lawyer.

Now, I'm gonna ask you,

what are your instructions?

He was gonna hurt me.

I feared for my safety,

and although the results
were regrettable...

My response was proportionate.

I was scared.

I do listen sometimes,
you know.

CLIVE: Putting
the extraordinary evolution
of your defence to one side,

and the change
from "I ain't scared of him"
in interview

to fully-fledged terror
in the witness box,

self-defence based on what?

Maybe you thought a few lies,

smearing the victim,
blaming the agent, might
provide the basis for it.

Nobody else backs
up your story, do they?

Loads of people heard
him threaten me.

But nobody will speak out.

What, so Dean Trent
and Ben Madden
can silence players,

the coaching staff
and the whole of the media,
can they?

Yes. And they do.

Er, you invented a story...

About Dean Trent abusing
your mother.

Where would you get
something like that from?

I haven't got it
from anywhere.
It's true.

Well, even if it is true,
it wouldn't have
scared you, would it?

-It would make you angry.
-JORDAN: No.

Dean Trent was gonna hurt me.

I felt threatened,
so I defended myself.

Nonsense. You were angry.

Right, come on, then, what...

What did he say or do

that scared you?

What?

Is this where
it all falls apart?

Jordan? Anything?

Anything at all?

I won't let him win.

HARRIET: Clive.

I've, um...
I've drafted a press release.

-What for?
-Well, there'll be publicity.

One trip out in silk,
and one win.
I can trade on that.

I'm not done yet.
I've still got a speech to do.

It's a draft.
It can sit and wait,
like Jordan Sinclair.

Only, it'll be
released tomorrow,
and he won't.

-Seems a bit premature.
-We own the story.

The story doesn't own us.
It's about communication.

I didn't do enough yesterday.

No.

-And they have to believe
I was scared?
-Yes.

What if...

What if there's someone
who can explain
why I was scared?

-Why didn't you say?
-Well, he's gagged.

He's signed away
his right to speak out.

Uh-uh-uh. In there,
in court, democracy.

If the judge says
they can talk,
they can talk.

Who is it, Jordan?

-I want to call
another witness.
-What? Now?

-Who?
-A footballer.

It's just a character witness,
okay?

Clutching at straws, Martha?

MARTHA: Your Honour,
the defence calls
Tom Stephenson.

[LOW CHATTER]

Mr Stephenson,

on the day this
incident took place,

erm, could you tell the court
where you were?

I was in the dugout,
next to Dean Trent.

We were warming
up on the touchline.

[WHISPERS] You said
he was a character witness.

He is,
the character of football.

JUDGE: Miss Costello?

MARTHA: Your Honour.

And it's agreed
that, at some stage,

Jordan Sinclair came over
to take a throw.

Did you hear anything?

Trent just started at him.
The usual stuff.

Abuse about his mum,
his usual routine.

Is Dean Trent often abusive?

Dean Trent is always abusive.

Now, what was your view
of the incident at
the heart of this case?

He tried to do him,
tried to break his leg.

Why?

He's jealous.

Jordan is the future.
He can pass,
he's got good feet.

Trent's the past.
He's all blood and thunder.
He can't play.

Jordan plays like
he's Spanish. Trent plays like
an Englishman in the 1950s.

MARTHA: And are you
the only one who
thinks like this?

Of course not. They all do.

They're all scared of him
'cause he's a bully.

Even the club's scared.

If they upset him,
Madden will cut 'em out
of transfers in the future.

It's a stitch-up.

And will you be
part of that future?

No.

My knee's gone.

What happened?

Dean Trent happened.

We had an argument
before training,

and then he said he'd do me,
and he did.

But the press won't print it,
so the public don't know it.

But the players talk.
We all know.

Five years in the limelight
and then oblivion.

One more big headline,
now you're finished?

Well, I didn't think
I was allowed to talk
about it until yesterday,

because I'd signed this.

They said I'd never be able
to discuss it.

But in here, it might be okay.

Might I take a look?

Very interesting.

It would appear,
Mr Stephenson,

that, standing there,
you can indeed talk about it.

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

So, that's
a financial arrangement
you've reached?

A bit of
the commercial stuff you...

You claim to dislike so much?

Dean Trent said,
"I'll do you, you bastard,"

and then broke
my leg in training.

Madden made
the club keep it quiet,

so they paid me off,
some on the top,

just so I'd sign
a confidentiality clause

so nobody would see
what Trent's like.

But, standing here,
I can talk about it
and he can't stop me,

and that's killing him,
trust me.

A press release?

-Are you for real?
-It's a draft.

-It leaked.
-How?

I've spent 20 years building
Clive Reader.

Five minutes after
he gets silk,
you make him look stupid.

-But how did it get out?
-[SCREAMS] I don't care!

I'm not the idiot
who wrote it!

You don't understand.
It's about winning.
It's all about winning!

JOHN: So, it just
magically got out?

You play the hand
you've got, John.

It's called clerking.

[BACKGROUND CHATTER]

WOMAN OVER PA:
Will all parties in Sinclair
please go to Court 1?

If it's guilty,

I promise I'll try
and keep you out on bail
until sentencing.

JUDGE:
The jury in, please.

FEMALE COURT CLERK:
Would the foreman
please stand?

Would the defendant
please stand?

On count one, that of grievous
bodily harm with intent,

have you reached a verdict
on which you are all agreed?

FOREWOMAN: We have.

COURT CLERK: Do you find
the defendant,
Jordan Sinclair,

guilty or not guilty?

[MOBILE RINGS]

Oh, yes!

-Yes.
-[MOBILE BEEPS]

Yes. Yes.

Top class.

Top bloody class.

[DOOR OPENS]

-MARTHA: So, what now?
-[DOOR CLOSES]

You can play again.

[SIGHS] If I want to.

Do you?

Well, if I play,
I can't be me,

and I've made enough
to leave it behind.

-You'd give it up?
-Maybe.

I've been someone else
since I was 15.

I want to find out...

Who I am.

-Thank you.
-A pleasure.

I sounded off
like a ranting idiot

and I'm gonna get
costs awarded against me.

Sounding off
sounds good to me.

-Billy.
-You hid from me.

-I'm sorry. I...
-And we never hide, miss.

I told her to ask
for an adjournment.

It's my fault, Billy,
and I'll speak
to the solicitor.

I've spoken to her.
It's sorted.

Your pupil took
your advice, miss.

She was brave enough
to tell the judge, too,

and if there's costs
to be paid, I'll pay them.

Now, get your learned
pupil mistress
a proper drink

to celebrate a proper result.

-Are you not joining us?
-Places to be, miss.

Manana.

-Do you mind if I...
-Yeah, go home.

Take that for a taxi.

Thank you.

No hard feelings?

Character witness?

Yeah, well...

You tricked me.

Actually, you lied to me.

I thought we could leave court
in court, you and me.

Exactly. Trial's over.

You'll never see
Jordan Sinclair again.
Nor will I.

So, now you can tell me
what was going on with him.

Wigs are off.
Talk to me, Martha.

I can't.

You know what?
See you later.

I said I can't tell you,
Clive.

Your clients come
first every time.
They always have.

But where are they, Martha?
Here with you now?

Or are you on your own?

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]

Hello, sir.

The best days
stay in your head.

Sharp.

-They don't fade.
-Mmm. You've had
a few of those, sir.

I've had my shoulder tapped.

Congratulations... I think.

[GLASS CLINKS]

If being a judge for the rest
of your career
is what you want.

It's time, Billy.

I need to be
there for David...
And myself.

BILLY: Do one thing
for me, sir.
ALAN: What's that?

Be sure...

Before you jump.
Be very, very sure.

For your sake.

I've loved being
head of chambers, Billy.

I love this place.
Always will.

But things change.

Things... Happen.

We'll miss you... Sir.

You'll always
be Shoe Lane, sir.

Wherever you go,
whatever you do.

Thank you, Billy.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

[SLURRED SPEECH] I've never
seen him round
our house at Christmas.

Who?

John.

What?

It's a time for family.

Christmas.
He should have been there.

More family than me.

Who's been talking, Jake?

Everyone.

Except me.

-You're drunk, mate.
You need to get home.
-Yeah.

I'll leave you here...

With your family.

I'll get you a cab.

I've got my Oyster.

It's all right for you,
isn't it?

You'll be here forever.

[DOOR CLOSES]

It's gonna be tough for me,
Marth.

Did you know about this?

BILLY: I just don't feel like
a man.

I'm just sick of us always
being against each other.

How dare you
do that to my husband?

-What are you saying?
-You're in.

There is one thing
I'll be asking for in return.

Facts and figures.
Everything you need to know

to become the next
head of chambers.

We appreciate
smart young clerks

who've got the nose
to get out there
and sniff out the new work.

I'll tell you what,
I'll even throw in a new suit.

So...