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Criminal Justice S02E01 La Fabrique

What kind of a murder is this?

What is the character of this killing?

Vicious, brutal, frenzied.

But none of these things are what make this murder so shocking.

For that we have to look at motive.

Why did this man die?

Because of the colour of his skin.

We're not supposed to bring the personal into court.

That's why we wear these.

Wigs make all us barristers alike,

impartial and anonymous before the law.

It's just that sometimes it's very difficult to be dispassionate.

But, we would all of us be failing in our duty, if we allow prejudice

and emotion to get in the way of good, clear analysis of the facts.

So go back to your jury room,

put aside your feelings

and examine the evidence.

And when you do I know you'll bring back the only possible verdict.

Guilty as charged.

Juliet.

Oh, God.

Will the foreman please stand?

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

On count one, do you find the defendant guilty

or not guilty of murder?

Guilty.

- Only result. Take care. - Thank you.

Bye.

- Hey, Joe. - Hey, Anna. What are you here for?

Just been convicted of feeling up a 14-year-old on a bus.

It's my first time, completely out the blue,

I'm 42 years old and I've just lost my family and my job.

What do you think?

- Who's your judge? - Felix Crane.

What?

- Joe? - Hello, Mrs M.

Sorry, John.

- Is Joe there, please? - No, you just missed him.

OK. Thank you.

- Spoke to your wife, sir. - Did she leave a message?

I could give you Joe Miller. No, his trial finished today.

Did he win?

What kind of a question's that? Did you win?

- Of course he won. - What is it?

- Nice rape for tomorrow, sir. - When did she call?

You'd just started running. Sorry about that, sir.

My Sacha, aged five-and-a-half, goes to school in the morning,

one hand in his mouth, the other holding onto his willy.

He comes home in the evening,

one hand in his mouth, the other holding onto his willy.

What do I know from this?

I know that all is well in his world.

What are you trying to say, Saul?

I know what's going on at home.

I know it's hard.

You're clerking my life now as well as my practice?

Always.

- Hello. - Are you in the garden?

I was just upstairs.

What time will you be home?

About half five probably. Bit later, maybe.

I love you.

The rape. He broke in to her ground floor flat,

tied her up, did his thing, had a fucking cigarette and left.

She picked him out on an ID parade. Prints all over the flat,

- his DNA all over her. - The Bailey?

- Nottingham. - I don't want to be away from home.

- I said yes. - Not that it was out of London.

It's a commute. 1 hour and 44 minutes from St Pancreas. You'll be home by 6.

He's got form, Joe. Same thing ten years ago.

Been out a week.

Good boy.

Did I leave my watch at your house?

Hang on a second...

No, sorry.

Oh, God.

Juliet? Are you going to tell him?

I don't know.

- What time is he due home? - Soon.

I've got to go.

Here you are. 26 twenties for 26 miles.

Thank you very much. Don't you want to know who I'm running it for?

I love charity. All of it.

- Apart from breast cancer. - Do it online, you can gift aid it.

Cash is better. Me and the Inland Revenue ain't the best of friends.

- Here's my gift aid. - So what about breast cancer charity?

Parts of the body are being squeezed by the breast.

- Like what? - Bowel, bladder, prostate, colon.

All the toilet areas. I'm getting tired of the pink ribbon schtick.

What can I say? I'm going to start wearing a toilet seat on my lapel.

- Listen, I'm going to go home. - OK. Later, Joe.

Can I take these white roses?

You are a good man, sir.

Hello, lovely.

Thank you.

Daddy!

What's wrong with hairy legs anyway? I've got hairy legs.

- Quite hairy. - Can Kate stay for supper?

- Yes, of course. - What are we having?

We're going to have a big old-fashioned English feed-up.

What are we having?

We're going to have steak and kidney pie, custard, lemonade.

- Your dad's great. - ... Spotted dick.

No, he isn't.

You look fantastic.

What were you doing on the computer?

Just e-mails.

- Anything interesting? - What?

- In the e-mails. - No. Not really.

- Eye. - Sorry.

You went to the supermarket? Did you get the custard?

Custard?

Did you ask me to get some?

Yeah, we had a whole conversation about custard.

And then we were talking about how you like the powdered stuff.

Remember?

- It was on the list. - What list?

Dad? Can we watch TV?

Er, yes, you can. You certainly can.

- What will you watch? - Dunno. Anything.

You've changed since this morning.

I wanted to look nice.

For the supermarket?

And you had a shower.

- When's supper? - Half an hour.

I'm going to get some custard.

- I'm sorry. - It's all right.

It's my fault.

Eye.

Hug?

So, Dad, did you win your incredibly important trial today?

Oh, God. Sorry.

- I did, actually. - What did he get?

It was a murder, darling. It's always life.

Why is the oven on?

The spotted dick.

That's what the custard's for.

We're going upstairs.

- I called you. - What time?

- I don't know, around 3. - I was at the supermarket.

The last number dialled was

0207 946

0088 at 4.32pm

on Tuesday 9th March.

- It's very cold. - It's supposed to be.

It's good.

There. You poor thing.

OK, Kate, you all set?

- I can walk home. - No, it's fine.

Haven't you had too much to drink?

- I mean, you shouldn't drive... - I'll drive her.

See ya.

See you tomorrow.

- Bye. - Bye, Juliet.

Bye, Kate.

Are you all right, Mum?

- Hello, darling. You had a nice time? - Yeah, it was good.

- Joe. - Dominic.

So. Not long to go.

- I hear you're up to 50 miles a week. - Where did you hear that?

I can't remember. Someone...

People tell you things. Bedside manner.

I ran in it five years ago.

I must have told you, no?

I ended up doing the last five miles alongside Gordon Ramsay.

Pretty slow, then.

We should have another game of squash one day, shouldn't we?

- Yeah, why not? - Have we got your...

I don't think we've got your new number, have we?

00 88.

Lovely.

See you. See you soon.

Soon.

- Dad? - Hey.

Did you get your English done?

Good girl. What was it?

To Kill A Mocking Bird.

- Are you all right, Dad? - I'm fine. What was the title?

To what extent can Atticus be said to be an "ideal father"?

Did Mum help you?

- She was out. - When you got back from school?

When she goes out it means she's feeling better, doesn't it?

Will you wear these tonight? It keeps her awake.

All right, night-night, lovely.

I used to sing you to sleep.

Hours and hours and hours of songs.

Yeah, I remember.

Night, Dad.

My lovely girl.

I don't want to.

You lied to me.

No. What about?

You tell me.

Juliet.

It's downstairs.

It's downstairs.

Elizabeth was prepared to see him in his glory

and she could not help fancying that in displaying

the good proportion of the room, its aspect and its furniture...

he addressed himself particularly to her,

as if wishing to make her feel what she had lost in refusing him...

Come here!

It's my husband.

33 Cottlewell Street.

He's...

He's hurt.

Sorry.

Mum?

Dad?

Mummy!

- Is anyone there? - Mummy!

Can you hear me? Pick up the phone. I can hear you.

Just pick up the phone.

There's a knife in him. He's bleeding

I'll be able to help.

Hello. Are you still there?

Madam.

Whatever you do, don't pull the knife out.

Sorry. Sorry. I took it out. I took it out.

- I want you to keep pressure on. - Please, Daddy, please.

Please, Daddy, come on, come on.

I'm a police officer

and I'm going to help you.

Tell me your name. Can you do that?

She's in shock. Get the medics.

It's OK.

It's all OK.

It's all OK.

Ella.

Hello, there.

Get those medics in here now!

Where's Mum?

- Juliet Miller, sir. - Where is she? Find her.

- Dad's name? - Joe Miller. QC, sir.

- Is that a bad thing? - It's a big thing.

His breathing's OK, no need to intubate and no mask.

- An oxygen mask is... - Speculums. No mask.

He's conscious. He'll speak.

Don't you miss it when he does.

Daddy!

Norma Fredericks, social worker. Where is she going?

Police station.

Daddy, please. Daddy!

BP 90 over 50.

Pulse 135.

SATs at 94.

Where are the SOCOs? The social worker got here first.

- Get me Sexton. - He's just finished a shift, sir.

- I'll get him for you. - And his wife too.

That's us.

Hold it there.

You know what he said, 15 minutes, legs up.

They know we're here.

Sexton.

Yeah, will do.

Cheers. Bye.

Boss wants us in.

Big time QC knifed in bed.

Come on then.

What's more important? The job or this baby?

Is he dead?

Not yet.

Faster, chaps.

Joe Miller. Stabbed with a seven inch knife.

Entrance wound on the right hand side.

BP 90 over 50 initially, latest 86 over 48.

Pulse 135.

SATs are 94%, reps 28.

He's had two litres of saline, five of morphine.

- Bleep the surgeons ASAP. - Right of it.

Lets get two units of O-neg up. Cross match for six units.

What's she doing in there? Get that child out.

- What took you so long? - Sex with my husband.

- Has she been arrested? - Talk to her.

- Without a caution? - We'll take the risk. I'll take it.

- Appropriate adult? - A social worker.

Take her somewhere softer.

Turn that off in here. Can we have some blood?

- What? - We need some blood.

I know why. The answer is no.

- Reps are dropping. - Get ready to intubate.

Intubate now.

Rose?

- Sir. - So?

He just said, "Rose".

We need you to help us, Ella.

Do you feel able to tell me a little bit about what happened?

It would be terrific if you could tell us what you saw.

Is he going to die?

The hospital is doing everything to help him.

Can we talk outside?

Did you say "terrific"? Did I hear that?

I don't think this is appropriate.

If we can't rule her out by chatting then we'll have to do the forensics,

- samples... - You can't, she hasn't been arrested.

Exactly.

If I stand up, things get worse for her?

Joe, I'm sorry.

Let's get her in.

I want a woman doing the search. Get Flo down here.

Don't touch her and don't let her touch anything.

She's a scene.

Can I...

- Please? - Just relax.

- I want to take it off. - What?

I want to take it off.

- My nightie. Please. - Sarge!

I need you to calm yourself.

Calm yourself down.

Hello. Are you ready for me?

All right. We're all right.

Good.

I'm just going to have a look.

What was all that fuss about then?

My nightie.

What's wrong with it?

It's on the wrong way round.

Dear.

Let's get this off for you, shall we?

You're cold.

My name is Jacqueline.

Everybody calls me Jack.

You are going to have to talk about what happened.

But in your own time.

And you'll talk to me first, not them.

So...

no comment to everything they ask.

Have you got that?

How is he?

Not very well.

- Where's Faber? - He's out.

I don't want her interviewed. She's traumatised. She can barely speak.

I want her examined for rape.

- Why? - What my client says is confidential.

Then I've got no basis for doing a rape exam, have I?

- They're husband and wife. - You only do it for me, don't you?

What's that?

The rest of the time you're an enlightened human being.

- It's what I think. - Yeah, right.

He should make it.

Angle of entry?

The knife went in under the rib cage heading upwards.

Her standing up, him lying down. That doesn't work, does it?

You're the police officer.

It's a rare and wonderful thing.

What's that?

Four women in a room

in a police station.

I like your jumper.

Shall we start?

What did you mean when you said, "I'm sorry, Joe" at the hospital?

Sorry for what, Juliet?

No comment.

The same thing you said sorry for on the 999 call?

Can I just...

This is a bit of a tangent, really.

Have you always had the same bed?

Since you were first married?

What is that? 15 years?

Ella would have been in there with you when she was a baby?

It's just I was wondering,

what would it take

to put a knife in the man you've shared the same bed with...

That is not a proper question.

Juliet?

No comment.

You did really well in there.

Get some sleep if you can.

Keep it.

Don't worry. I'll be back.

Night, Jack. Nice tits.

Let's have another go at getting samples from the daughter.

Might be a good moment to get samples from Mum too.

Come on.

You have to let me see her.

That would be against all the rules.

One suspect talking to another.

Suspect?

Please, let me see her.

We'd really like a second interview.

Then, maybe...

Hello, gorgeous.

I think number 11 wants to see you.

- Where have you and I just been? - What?

In the canteen writing up our notes.

Time?

6.53.

In the canteen at 6.53,

writing up our notes.

Good boy.

You've asked to speak to us again.

Would you like your solicitor back?

It's her job. She's very good. I'm sure she'd be happy to come back.

Sorry.

I was upstairs in the bedroom with Joe.

Then I went downstairs.

I got a knife from the kitchen.

I came back upstairs with it.

What did you intend to do with the knife?

Use it.

And what did you do when you got back to the bedroom?

He looked like he was asleep.

So I sat down...

for quite a long time.

Then he woke up.

He wanted me to come to bed.

Did you use the knife, Juliet?

I need you to say the words for me.

We need to hear you say it.

All right?

Can I see Ella soon?

I'm afraid...

- that's not possible. - Why?

You promised after the second interview.

I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about.

You promised me I could see her.

I've been up in the canteen for the past hour, love.

I think you're imagining things.

Anyway, your daughter's not here any more.

Where is she? Where have you taken her?

Not sure it's a good idea for you to know it.

I want to see her!

Nailed her, sir.

She coughed.

Did she talk about why?

What?

Did anyone ask her why she did it?

- What's looking runnable? - Self-defence. Maybe.

- So is he going to die? - She pulled a knife out of her dad.

Why wouldn't I be angry? This is a cold-blooded bitch.

- I want a rape exam. - She didn't mention rape.

- All the more reason. - What abuse?

How do you get to be that frightened?

Tell me Juliet Miller isn't an abused woman.