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Bye Guru.

Bye Guru.

Bye Guru.

This jury service has come just at the right time, because there's a big

decision, Charles, signing on the dotted line.

It's no secret you were once very much in love.

It's one of the reasons we were so keen to have you, you know, someone who had

an experience of life.

But equally, why we're so concerned, you make the right decision.

Now, the rector is keen that you go, you know, take this time and find

resolution in this matter.

Then either recommit yourself and take your vows or... Or don't come back at

all. Oh, that's not what he said. Yes, it is.

Yes, it is.

Sorry. Sorry.

Take it easy, mate.

Have you found it?

Yeah. Sit down, Sean.

I'm sorry, buddy.

There's no house to call.

You know, Pauline at the clinic, she gave me her number. That's all right.

did the right thing.

A full house for the young man, Maria.

Had the double and a nice cup of tea.

So, are you all right?

Yeah, just... First day out, yeah?

Roads of peeled onion.

You'll be all right, son.

God didn't save you from drowning just so he could bury you to death on the

beach, you know.

So, what's the problem?

I got home last night to find this.

It's a court summons for jury service.

I must have missed the date to withdraw because I was in the clinic when it

came. Why do you want to withdraw?

Well, they said in the early days you should avoid stressful situations.

And nobody's died, have they? No.

You're not getting divorced, are you, or buying a house?

No. Those are stressful situations. It's the jury service that's a piece of

fish, man.

What?

You don't think I should do it, do you? Of course you should do it. You're

sober, aren't you?

Yeah. The productive member of society.

Hey, next question.

God, a suit.

Yes. Not just any suit.

A bad suit.

Yes.

I thought it would help me get picked.

You've been picked.

No, no, no, I've been summoned. They still have to pick me. It explains in

there. This way, they'll look at me and hopefully see someone who's respectable

on it.

Someone who's made a special effort. Who takes his responsibility seriously.

Sees it for the honour that it is.

What, being a juror? Sure.

Standing judgement over someone's destiny. Justice in your hands. Isn't

special? To do your citizen's duty.

I thought it might be two weeks not having to think about selling pensions.

often someone of my generation gets a chance to do something for his country.

makes me feel... important.

Oh.

Well, if you're so keen, then, I'd change.

What? Isn't it the defence that gets to choose which jurors stay or go?

Yes. Is it? Yeah.

So the defence want people who look like they'll acquit, right?

Right now, you look like a pillar of the establishment, an authoritarian.

They'd be more likely to choose a beach bum, a liberal, someone who forgets.

I'll be down there.

The trial starts today at the schoolboy accused of murdering his 15 -year -old

classmate, John Mayer.

Here

we

are, door to door.

I bet you've been looking forward to this, haven't you?

Well, there's something different in it.

Nice to get out.

All my life I've wanted to do jury service.

Do my citizen's duty.

Finally the summer's come through the door. Who's it for?

LeBron Davis.

Looks like it's going to be a big one.

I bet you get that.

I bet you get a big, fat, juicy murder trial. I doubt it.

What if you do? What if it goes on for months?

It won't. What if you get involved in some long -running trial?

Eh?

Am I going to come?

You'll be fine.

See you later.

Yeah.

What's that?

Justin Dryton.

Do you want me to pick you up?

No, I'll make my own way back.

You're so beautiful.

Come on, Liv.

I love you.

You know that.

See you later.

What, the temperature?

Oh, Sandy, I'm just going into the court right now.

Well, no, I understand. If you're sick, you're sick.

The last thing we want is joy coming down from something.

Listen, can you hang on till lunchtime?

I'll make a few calls.

Oh, sorry, madam.

But mothers are prohibited in Europe. Sorry, I've got to go.

All right, come on, a nice shot -lifting trial over and done with by lunchtime.

Elsie Beamish.

Elsie Beamish.

Yes.

Jeremy Crawford.

Yes.

Jessica Garland.

Warren Murray?

Yes.

Jonathan Dunn?

Jonathan Dunn?

Jonathan Dunn? Yeah.

I swear by almighty God that I will faithfully try the defendant and give a

verdict according to the evidence.

The particulars of the offence are that on the 15th of May, the prisoner,

Duvinda Singh, went to Manning Heath and there killed his fellow pupil, John

Mayer.

The defendant is charged with murder.

He has pleaded not guilty.

Murderer! Murderer!

The public gallery will be clear.

Jesus.

Mr.

Lewis.

Thank you, my lord.

Members of the jury, I appear on behalf of the Crown with my junior, Miss Blake.

The defendant is represented by my learned friend, Mr. Cording, and his

Mr. de Jersey.

May I begin by asking you to look again at the indictment?

It's a very formal document, isn't it? Written in brief legal language.

Perhaps, with your permission, I can help fill in the blanks.

On the 15th of May last year at 6 .30 in the morning, the defendant, Devinder

Singh, rose at home.

He packed his school bags, he went downstairs, he had breakfast, he said

to his family.

But then, instead of heading for school, he went in the opposite

direction.

He went along High Street, reaching his local temple, a Sikh temple.

And there he broke in.

For prayer?

For quiet contemplation or devotional thought?

No.

The crown contends it was all part of a long -conceived, premeditated plan.

A plan to collect an antique sword, a 5 -pound, 36 -inch weapon which

was kept in a cellar.

beneath the temple, a five -pound sword, which was shortly to become a murder

weapon.

With the sword concealed, the defendant exited the temple, taking care to lock

the doors behind him.

He went back along the street, apparently in a state of distress, as

by the driver of a Union Dairy's milk load.

From there, he went on to Manning Heath, a large area of public heathland, the

north.

Once on the heath, he removed the sword from its concealed position.

He reached a cot to the northwest of the heath.

And there he lay in waiting.

Why was he there?

Why was he rushing so?

The Crown suggested it was because he knew that at that time, every morning,

victim, John Mayer, would make his way to the school.

Members of the jury, let me tell you about the victim, John Mayer.

This was a 15 -year -old boy.

A kind, friendly, intelligent pupil who comes from a warm, tight -knit, loving

family which enjoys great respect and popularity in the community. A

which the defendant, a known loner, almost certainly envied.

Perhaps it was this deep -seated envy that inspired the sheer ferocity of the

attack. In the first place.

The evidence of which, I regret, I am obliged in due course to expose you to.

Repeated slashes to the neck, arms and shoulders.

Deep cuts to the victim's hands and forearms.

Bear witness to a brave resistance.

But it was in vain.

Finally, the defendant let the weapon drop, having first had the foresight to

wipe the fingerprints clean, and then he fled the scene of the crime.

He ran across the heath, seemingly impervious to the amount of witnesses to

behaviour.

He exited the west gate, rushing out towards the canal.

He reached the canals and lost no time in removing his school uniform, a

which the Crown suggests carried the single most important evidence, the

victim's blood.

He changed into his sports clothes, which he brought with him, and threw the

evidence into the canal.

Disturbed by approaching people, he turned and fled.

in the opposite direction.

He went to a hairdresser. Are you sure?

Yes. Instructing him to remove the hair he'd grown since birth.

From there, he went to Waterloo Station, presumably with the intention of

leaving the country, but it was too late. He had already attracted the

of the police.

You will hear and you will learn, members of the jury, how Devinder Singh

planned this murder long in advance, right from the choice of weapon down to

disposal of the blood -stained school uniform.

And you will hear evidence which confirms his unusually aggressive,

nature.

And when you have heard all this, I am certain that you will reach the only

reasonable conclusion.

It is the Crown's case that on the 15th of May last year, Devinder Singh

cruelly... horrifically and premeditatedly murdered his schoolmate,

Mayer, in cold blood.

My Lord, that concludes the opening for the prosecution.

Two o 'clock, please.

Your boy did very well.

He kept his head up. He paid attention.

He did everything I asked of him.

Good stuff.

As an economy easy.

Hearing the opening statement is often very difficult.

It's only one version of events.

It must have seemed like everything was against him.

Yes. It certainly seemed that way to me. Well, not for long.

In a few days, I start the case for the defense.

How's that going?

Very well.

Now, obviously, we're focusing on the inadequate investigation by the police.

There's one lead in particular that we're following. Yes, but it's not

we talk about now.

But our hopes are very high.

What do you make of the jury?

I don't know.

What do you think?

We're thrilled.

It's a real mixed bag.

Women, men, young, old, black, white. A real jury.

A real London jury. Not a bunch of Daily Mail readers from Tunbridge Wells.

Right? Right.

Right. Do you

mind

if I join you?

No, well...

Hornet pasty. That's all I could find. What have you got?

Ham salad.

Oh, nice.

You must have had the last one.

Well?

What do you think?

I beg your pardon?

The ball.

It's day one of the trial.

We barely got to lunchtime and you're already asking me for a verdict.

Perhaps you didn't hear the judge when he asked us not to discuss it. We have

talk about something, don't we?

Do we?

We're going to be stuck together for weeks.

Let's find another subject.

Who is the priest?

The one I saw you with this morning.

His name is Father Gervais Bly. He is or was my supervisor at the seminary.

It's where Catholic priests train.

I know.

You do?

I worked in one for years, up north.

Domestic, you know, cooking and cleaning.

You're a Catholic?

And you're a priest.

No, Mrs Beamish, I'm not a priest.

Nor at this moment do I ever think I will be.

No, no, it's just for this afternoon, so I can find another childminder.

One who doesn't have flu.

Really?

OK.

No, I'd need you before that anyway.

Ruby, it's me.

I need a favour.

Oh!

Sorry. You OK? Oh, yeah.

Fine.

You know, I read once that how much you can tell about people from their

shopping. Really? Yeah.

I mean, you see, looking at this stuff, you can see that health is important for

you.

You enjoy simple, unpretentious foods, careful with money,

but you enjoy the good things in life.

You have no pets.

You have no kids.

Ah.

And you like to escape into a private world of dreams and fantasies.

Well, we're going to be late.

Oh, wait.

Oh.

You forgot this.

No.

Okay,

everyone, that's two o 'clock.

I suppose we'd better get back.

Mark Waters?

Now, wait.

Wait, come back!

Yeah, yeah, sorry.

I call Jan Mikkel Kukoc.

I swear by almighty God that the evidence I shall give shall be the

whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Please give the court your full name.

Jan Mikael Koukos.

And your occupation, Mr. Koukos?

Milkman. Oh, do speak up, please.

Uh, milkman.

Thank you.

Mr. Koukos, you've worked at Union Dairies for 16 years, is that correct?

Yes. You are by some margin their longest -serving milkman.

No, last year you were their employee of the year.

Yes. Mr. Kukaz, were you in High Street at 7 .35 a .m.

on the 15th of May?

Yes, I was. And while there, did you see someone?

Yes, I saw a young boy.

Was there anything you noticed about him?

Yes, he was walking in an unusual manner. How?

Crouched over, his arm hunched as if he was hiding something.

We now know, Mr. Kukos, he was, in fact, concealing a sword.

Is there anything else that might describe him, his state of mind, for

He was walking quickly.

And his expression? Could you describe his expression?

He looked angry, distressed.

It wasn't until later that day that I heard what had happened.

Someone with a sword in that state of mind?

Only then did I realize that I could have done something.

Thank you, Mr. Kukos.

Mr. Cording.

Thank you, my lord.

Alas, Mr.

Kukos, unlike you, I am not a fit man.

You notice the grimace on my face as I get to my feet.

Even the very act of getting to my feet leaves me short of breath.

Or maybe it's not that.

Maybe I'm not short of breath.

Maybe I'm just a little asthmatic.

Or maybe I've just had a routine operation on my stomach.

Or perhaps because I have just stubbed my toe on a piece of uneven paving.

My point is, Mr. Cucos, it is impossible, impossible to tell what my

expression is.

Let alone its cause. And yet you seem quite certain that the defendant was

distressed. Would it not be that he was in a hurry and he was simply breathless?

And even if he was distressed, is it possible to detect what he was

about? No. I'm sure you'll agree, Mr. Cukos, that a person in distress because

they're unsure whether they are doing the right thing is a totally different

proposition to someone distressed.

By murderous intent.

I suppose I... Thank you.

No further questions.

Tell the clock tomorrow, please.

All rise.

I'm a scum! You bastard! You scum!

You scum!

I thought I'd give it half an hour if you came out in that time. Fine.

If not, I'd have to choose the wine myself.

Wine? Who for?

My parents, remember? They're coming to dinner. Oh, no.

I know. I tried to put them off. It's my first day. Now, instead of telling you

all about it, I'll be counting the minutes until they leave.

Maybe this time it'll be different.

No, no, it'll never be different.

Until I stop being Jewish and he stops being a citizen.

Move on. Don't be all alone. Come on, we're in the way.

Where's Bran?

Over there.

Are you crazy?

She was playing in the street.

Relax. I was just getting a light.

A what? So you can kill her as well as killing yourself?

Week 20.

That's all right.

No, take it. It's better to do these things properly.

Right, well, is that it then?

She eats at five.

It's been nice seeing you.

And you.

What are you doing tomorrow?

Oh, we'll be fine. I'm sure the babysitter will be better.

I could do it if you like.

No, we'll be fine. Thanks.

Oh, right.

Bye -bye.

Hello, yes.

I'm looking for Isabel Fitzsimmons.

F -I -T.

She used to work for you.

You don't?

Really?

Okay, thanks.

So, how was it?

Okay.

Is that it?

We're not allowed to talk about it. Says who?

The judge.

They were really strict about it.

Not even to your husband?

No. Not even what the trial is?

Like, not even a clue? I mean, what is it? Is it a fraud? A burglary?

Nothing. Nothing? No, nothing then.

Well, what are we supposed to talk about?

I don't know.

I'm going to go and watch telly.

What about the clearing up?

We're cooked.

Rose, I've been working all day.

Don't lie.

I'm Johnny and I'm an alcoholic.

It's my first day out of rehab and I've been summoned as a

juror on a murder trial.

Courage to change the things I can.

And the wisdom to know the difference.

The toilet's at the end of the corridor.

We'll be sharing it with rooms three and four.

You said you wanted cheap.

This is it.

The cheapest I've got.

Personally, I wouldn't put my dog in it.

I'll take it.

Hi, Dad.

Hi, boys.

How did it go?

Yeah, it's interesting.

Very interesting.

There's some food under the grill.

Oh, great.

I made fish pie.

Lovely.

You all right?

Fine.

Did Peter tell you he's serving as a juror at the moment?

A juror?

Marianne, you shouldn't have said that. You lucky so -and -so.

What's the case?

I'm sorry, I can't discuss it. Oh, come on, Peter.

No, no, they were quite clear about this. Not to discuss it with anyone.

But you can say it's a murder.

Oh, how wonderful.

A 16 -year -old schoolboy murdered by his Sikh classmate.

It made headlines at the time because he's a minor and a Sikh.

And because he claims he's innocent.

Is he?

I don't know. Oh, come on. You must have an instinct when all's done.

The minute one meets anyone, one makes judgments.

Really, the judge was quite specific.

But certainly the evidence is against him. A number of witnesses saw him going

there and leaving.

Thank you.

Thank you, all of you.

Look around me.

I see a lot of good friends here tonight.

Well, more than that.

Family.

I see a large, extended family.

I can tell you there's one member of that family missing

today.

I know some of you will have lost loved ones.

You know the pain of grief.

You'll notice many faces.

So you'll know why I've thanked God a hundred times.

I kissed my boy goodbye before he left that morning.

I told him that I loved him. Just as I always tell these two lads here that I

love them. Isn't that right, boys?

So, I'd like to say thank you to all of you for your kindness

and your support.

I hope I can repay that kindness in the future.

We're coming up to it.

They want to help Dad.

They're waiting for the nut.

No.

People are watching us like hawks.

We're answering for trouble.

They've abandoned the trial. We'll have to wait another two years to get

justice. So what do you say? Shane, trust the process.

Oh, come on.

You was here today. You were the evidence.

There isn't a jury on earth that wouldn't convict that scum. So?

So. Trust the process.

And then when he's banged up inside, that's when we reach him.

What about the jurors?

We'll lean on them.

You do nothing. You understand me?

Nothing.

He's got soft.

I can't wait that long.

What was so awful, Miss Bella?

The body.

And beside it, what looked like a large thorn.

Is this the thorn?