All language subtitles for The Jury s01e02.eng

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

and premeditatedly murdered his
schoolmate, John Mayer, in full

luck.

Is he?

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

Ruby, it's me.

I need a favour.

You was here to tell you where the
evidence?

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

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

Not allowed to talk about it. Says who?
Judge.

That's no secret. You were once very
much in love.

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

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

Trust the process.

I know what he's bound up inside.

That's where we'll reach him.

pass on a message from the dead boy's
family.

It goes something like this.

Now

the

trial continues today at the Old Bailey
of a young Sikh schoolboy accused of the

murder of his classmate.

I came as fast as I could. I want you to
know this is because the child mind is

still sick.

This is for one day only.

Right.

Come on, lovely.

Okay. Oh, shush. The most important
thing is routine.

Stick to the routine.

Bed at one. She sleeps for two hours.

If she's still asleep at three, wake her
up and put her straight on the potty.

Food, rice and vegetables.

If she gets hungry between meals, fruit
or yoghurt, nothing else.

If you go to the playground around 11,
that's where most of the other mums go,

people will know her, conversations will
start.

At the playground, be careful on the
steps, but she can do swings and slides

her own.

She likes eating duck, but be careful
because the ducks approach her.

Any questions?

Yeah, just one.

Where did you learn to be such a good
mother?

Books.

Bye, Joy.

Bye.

Let us pray for the sick and infirm,
that they may again enjoy good health,

and for a colleague who has gone into
the outside world, that he may find

answers to his questions and peace in
his heart.

Isabel Fitzsimmons, please.

You don't.

Fitzsimmons. Hello.

F -I -T -Z.

Hello.

No, you had it yesterday, didn't you?

I didn't tell you, did I?

Until I saw it yesterday.

No.

John, the white shirt.

Mark Waters.

What?

Yeah.

I thought that's how you'd react.

Boys, go and brush your teeth.

He's serving as a juror on another
trial.

Are you sure it's him?

Yeah.

He's grown a beard, and he looked
smaller, shrunken.

But I recognised him straight away.

Of course, he tried to deny it, said I'd
made a mistake.

But it was him, all right.

And? And what?

Didn't you at least hit him?

What?

After what that man did to us.

Is that more joint cleaning?

No, just some shave pending for a pair.

Thank you, officers.

It was my fault.

Leave him, please.

I won't be pressing charges.

It's all right.

Please.

Mr Lewis.

Thank you, my lord.

Would you give the court your full name,
please?

David William Hind. And your occupation,
Mr Hind?

I'm a professional dog walker. Is this
the job that takes you on to Manning

Heath every morning?

Yes, it is.

So we can assume you were also walking
your dogs on the 15th of May last year.

Yes. Yes, I was.

Today I won't forget in a hurry.

Would you tell the court what happened?

Yes. I collected my dogs, as usual,
around...

7 .15.

We went onto the heath following our
usual route about 20 to 8.

Thank you. Please continue.

When suddenly out of nowhere a person
ran right across my path.

Now, this person, was there anything
that distinguished them so that you

remember them?

Oh, I should say, this person was
unforgettable.

Why's that?

He was carrying a sword.

Running and carrying a sword.

No attempt made to conceal the weapon?

No, part of me thought it must be some
kind of joke. A kid in school uniform

with a sword. Now, in which direction
did he go?

Um, he went left to right across me, so
that would be north.

In the direction of the cops?

Correct. Position A on your map.

A large golden retriever.

She needs a lot of exercise, so we go
for a walk together most mornings.

And the morning of the 15th of May last
year?

Well, no, except... Could you tell the
court what you remember of that morning?

Certainly.

We were walking across the heath along
our usual route when Molly, that's my

dog, started barking.

tugging in one direction.

That's not unusual in itself. She
sometimes chases squirrels or other

But this was different.

She led me through trees, which is where
we...

That's all right.

Take your time.

It was so awful.

What was so awful, Miss Della?

The body.

And beside

it, what looked like a large thorn.

Is this the thorn?

Yes.

And is this?

Yes.

Thank you.

When did the emergency services receive
the call for assistance?

We received the call at 8 .16.

We arrived at the scene at 8 .30 and
immediately attempted resuscitation.

on, come on.

Could you describe the injuries as you
found them?

There were deep cuts along his arms and
torso.

There was a flash to his neck through
his esophagus.

Further injuries include what looked
like a blow to the back of the head and

defence wounds to his forearm.

Here. And here.

So, what was your procedure?

After attempting resuscitation, I called
ahead to the hospital, but it was too

late. The injuries were too severe.

The victim was pronounced dead in
hospital at 9 .22 and his body was taken

the morgue.

The arrest was made when the defendant
was attempting to board a Eurostar train

without a valid ticket.

He was taken to the Waterloo police
station.

And you were the interviewing officer,
is that correct?

That is correct.

Now, how would you describe the
defendant's conduct throughout the

Silent, sir.

What?

Completely silent?

Yes, sir.

Never protested his innocence?

Not once.

Did he give any explanation as to why he
was on the heap at the time of the

murder? Why, subsequently, he disposed
of his uniform and had his hair cut?

No.

And what, as an experienced police
officer, would you read into that?

Put it like this.

I've interviewed hundreds of people in
my time, and not once have I known an

innocent person not to protest their
innocence. My Lord!

Mr Lewis.

I... I think we understand the
inference.

Thank you.

No further questions.

I call Mr. John Thorpe.

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

whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Mr. Thorpe, good afternoon to you.

Good afternoon, sir. Mr. Thorpe, you
have been in part -time employment as a

road traffic safety operative for ten
years.

Correct. I believe there's another more
widely used name for your job.

Lollipop Man. Good job.

It must give you great satisfaction.

Great satisfaction, yes. And of those 10
years, some six have been spent outside

St Thomas' School.

Correct. Is it true that you were
working there on the 15th of May?

Yes. Would you tell the court what you
saw that day?

Well, I was stationed as usual at the
pedestrian crossing. Yes. In your

statement, you said you saw the
defendant running from the heat. That's

yes. At approximately what time was it?

7 .51.

I know because I remember thinking, he's
in a hurry, and then checking my watch

and thinking, what's his problem?

And then I saw it. What did you see?

The blood.

What blood?

The blood on his shirt.

You saw blood on the defendant's shirt?

Yes, sir.

All over his chest. Here and here. Did
he appear wounded?

No. But by his behavior, it was clear
something was up. And how would you

describe his behavior?

He ran straight across the road without
looking.

It can be very dangerous at that time of
the morning.

So distressed and irrational. My learned
friend, Mr Lewis, is putting words into

the witness's mouth.

I agree. Mr Lewis, in relation to your
last question, you were leading the

witness. Sorry, my lord.

So, taking all these elements into
consideration, what did you conclude at

time?

Well, blood, distressed, irrational
behaviour.

Doesn't look good, does it?

Thank you, Mr. Thorpe.

Two o 'clock, please.

All rise.

Oh, those two again, eh?

It's kind of funny, isn't it, to know
how people are thrown together.

I read that, you know that jury booklet
that they gave us?

Do you know that there's a government
computer that takes the electoral roll

selects it at random?

And picked from millions.

Exactly.

Selected by fate.

So what do you do?

When you're not being mature? Well, I'm
resting now, you know, taking time out.

But normally, I work in the building
game.

A bit of electrical work.

And carpentry. And bricklaying as well.

No wonder you're resting.

I'm just getting a spell of bad health.

Nothing's happened, I hope.

Too much food?

Sorry. I'm all right, though. I mean,
it's behind me now.

Good.

I don't believe I just did that.

What?

Blurted everything out like that. I've
just sat down.

Is that bad?

Bad? It's pathetic.

I think it's good.

I wish I could do that.

Come on.

I never say anything about myself.

All right, we'll go on then.

I wouldn't know where to start.

Anything, I don't know. Okay.

We already know some things about you,
right?

Like, you enjoy bubble baths.

And, um, well, you have no pets.

Okay, what age are you? You can't ask me
that.

Oh, no, you're right. Oh, shit, okay.
Um,

what, um, what's your son's name?

Sir Nick. What's your favourite colour?

Um, David.

Lilac.

Been a while.

Since you chatted someone up.

Yeah, it was a while ago.

Why does this show?

It's a bit creaky.

All right, okay.

What do you do for a living?

Beautician. A beautician?

Well, that's cruel.

Why? Oh, no.

Being more beautiful than all the people
that come to you.

Oh, dear.

I'm looking for Isabel Fitzsimmons.

F -I -T.

She used to work for you.

You don't?

Really?

Okay, thanks, thanks.

Sorry, ma 'am. How dare you want to be
on your own?

I thought I could offer you some moral
support.

Hey, stop calling me father.

I haven't taken my vows and I probably
never will.

With regard to your moral support, it's
the first week of the trial. I believe I

can cope.

It's not about the trial.

Okay. It's this article.

It says men applying to become priests
are down 40%. If

I look surprised, Elsie, it's that
anyone still bothers to apply for the

priesthood at all.

Oh.

Well, it's not much of a life, is it?

To go from a world full of opportunity
and excitement to being laughed at in

streets, treated like a freak, people
you've never met throwing insults at

Did you know that accompanying each new
application for the priesthood comes a

warning of the abuse the student is
likely to receive?

Dear, you poor thing. No need to feel
pity.

It's good news.

People turn to priests at a time of
pain, trauma.

The falling figures show there's greater
happiness in the world.

And there's pain everywhere.

Pain doesn't go away.

Especially when there's no principles.

With all the families falling apart.

And who would you have teach people
about families?

A bunch of maladjusted, Latin -speaking
celibates, twisted with regret about the

choice they've made.

Oh, my goodness. Is that how you feel?

Yes, I think it is.

We've heard from the school liaison
officer, Juan Nicolet Ciliar.

Thank you. She's prepared to appear as a
witness.

Who? The school liaison officer. It is
another name for a counsellor. Someone

the kids can talk to in confidence.

Twinder spoke to such a person?

Apparently, yes, on a number of
occasions.

You didn't know?

No.

Well, she's happy to give character
evidence. She's convinced that the

didn't do this.

I see.

And that's not all.

Do you remember last time we mentioned a
lead we were pursuing?

Hmm?

Oh, yes.

Well, it turns out that there was a full
-blown violent assault on the Heath

that morning. Yeah, but what's important
is that the police never picked up on

it. Even the timing's right for us, 20
minutes before the murder. Now, if we

show that the police knew about this
attack but didn't question the

in connection with this murder, then...

My son spoke to a counselor?

Mr. Cording.

Um, Mr.

Thorpe.

I'm a little confused.

Now, just so that I understand, where
exactly was the accused when you saw

Well, right opposite the main crossing.

On the north side.

Then running from the heath down in the
direction of the high street.

I see. And on what side of the road were
you?

The south side.

So, that would mean 75 yards away.

I suppose.

Now, when you saw him, you immediately
mentioned the blood.

I'm curious, was that your first
thought?

Goodness, that's blood.

No, my first thought would have been,
gosh, he's in a hurry.

Ah, I see. So, at what point did you
think, gosh, that's blood?

Well, afterwards, I suppose.

After they had told you what had
happened? Well, yes, but... So, you saw

accused on the 15th of May and you
thought nothing of it.

And then, two days later, when you gave
your statement to the police and you

knew about John Mayer's murder, you
decided that it was blood you'd seen.

But up until that moment, you had
naturally thought it was blood.

Oh, no, but it was obvious. Mr Thorpe,
you've already told us that you worked

outside that school for years.

Six years, I think you said. Yes, six
years. Yes, so you're very familiar with

the school and its customs.

I think so, yes.

Oh, you're aware, then, that at St
Thomas's, children of exceptional

marked out from the other children by
wearing different coloured ties.

Oh, yes.

Sport is green, I know that. Art is
yellow.

And scholars, Mr Thorpe?

Are red.

Correct.

Bright red.

Blood red, you might almost say.

Were you aware that Duvinda Singh was a
scholar?

No.

No, I wasn't. Now, from a distance of 80
yards, can you be certain that what you

saw was blood?

Certain? I... Can you be absolutely
certain that what you saw wasn't a

tie? I think so, yes. I think so is not
good enough, Mr Thorpe, and I would

remind you that you are under oath.

I believe that what I saw was blood. But
it's possible.

Isn't it?

It's possible that it wasn't. I don't
know. Yes or no, Mr Thorpe?

All right, yes, it's possible.

Thank you, Mr Thorpe.

I've got nothing to say to you, Mark.
Oh, wait.

If we're both serving as juries, then
we're going to bump into one another

again. Now, let's just get it out into
the open, okay?

One cup of coffee.

For old time's sake.

First couple of years, it wouldn't have
been a punch.

I'd have killed you.

I understand.

No, you don't understand, Mark.

It devastated us.

Destroyed us.

You know, it was never my money.

What? It was Fiona's.

All of it.

The house, the savings.

She had no idea.

Oh, for God's sake, man, why did you do
it? Because you said it was a dead

third.

We lost everything.

One of my boys developed asthma.

Fiona lost whole chunks of her hair,
long sheaves. That beautiful hair just

out.

We live like gypsies in a one -room
apartment.

We don't entertain, so we don't see
friends, we don't go on holidays.

We seem to be permanently standing in
one queue or another, getting handouts

from one state department or another.
Two able -bodied, intelligent adults.

Depressed.

Diminished.

You saw it coming, and you never called
and told me to sell.

That day, it was crazy.

I had to get my money out first, and
then David's, and Charles'. I meant to

to yours, but... You just didn't get
around to it, did you?

Yes.

And now you want to... Clear things up
and put things behind us.

How do you sleep at night?

I don't.

Why, who's dead?

Charles Gore.

He's staying in a hotel in Kings Cross.

He had dinner alone last night in a
local pizza restaurant.

Went in 8 .45, come out 9 .35.

He spent his time reading the newspaper.

He's a guardian.

What pizza did he have?

I don't know. What's important?

Did he have mushrooms, pepperonis,
anchovies, what? Want me to find out?

Of course I don't, you fucking prick.

Well done, good work.

Who's the Schweitzer?

Marcia Thomas.

Lives on the Berryfields estate, North
London. She's got one daughter.

Where's her father?

No sign. Might guess they live apart.

Woman living on her own.

I think we just found our first target.

We did food at 3, park at 11, and games
at 12.

And we made these.

And sleep?

Oh, we didn't get any sleep.

Look, look.

I know everything was in the wrong
order.

And the place looked a mess.

And I know that routine is important,
but look.

She's okay.

Also, Frandy, the childminder, rang.

She's still sick.

With fever.

Kelsey Beamish?

Look after me, please.

And down.

Where's Dr. Phillips?

Either way, I'm the locum, Dr. Signamon.
Here for a month.

Look to the left.

And to the right.

And you said it started with a headache?

Yes. Then you felt lots of balance?

Mm -hmm.

The headache, the front of the head or
the back?

Front.

A dull pain or sharp?

Sharp, I suppose.

And you never saw Dr. Phillips about
this?

Oh, yes.

They gave me some pills.

Gosh.

And you still feel the headaches?

Mm.

I see.

I'd like to take a closer look.

I'm going to need you to do a scan.

Oh, but you know I'm in court.

Don't worry, they'll fit it in around
you.

That's in Charles's. I'll ring ahead and
make an appointment.

Sometimes there can be some waiting
around.

Is there anyone you'd like to take with
you?

member of family close friend there's no
one

yes

you can because we did it before and you
know we did exactly sorry i'll call you

back charles paul jeez how the hell

are you sorry that was Must have been
blasphemy. No, no, I forgive you.

What are you, what is it, Father Charles
now?

Bishop or Cardinal? I don't know, you
always wear the bastard back tie.

Actually, neither.

I walked out.

Frankly, I'm not surprised.

You're way too good for it, Charles.

Look at the fact.

In the past, priests had power,
prestige, influence. It was...

Highly desirable, socially advantageous
employment, so it attracted the best.

Nowadays, it's a scourge.

So who does it attract?

A bunch of losers, outcasts,
underachievers.

It's been like that for 20 years, and
it's getting worse.

So who needs a religion?

Let's know why I left Sabatis.

Why then, what, you want your old job
back?

Excellent, take it, it's yours.

We can unite the old team.

There's a fortune to be made out there,
Charles, and God knows none of your

replacements have been half as good. No,
it's not that either.

Why is it, then?

It's Isabel.

I've come back for her.

I can't take her off. God knows I've
tried.

I still love her, Sebastian.

If I didn't know it then, I certainly
know it now.

I know I've walked out on her, and I
know I've got to work hard to get her

again, but the truth is I want to try
again.

If only I could find her. She must have
moved, which is why I've come.

You're my two closest friends in the
world. I thought the two of you might

kept in touch.

What's the matter?

Yeah, we did... God, I don't know how to
put this.

Except when you left... And when you
just walked out on Isabel like that, it

devastated her. What?

Actually, actually both of us.

I don't know, maybe we sought
consolation from each other, I suppose.

One thing led to another. What are you
saying?

I'm saying that Isabel and I are seeing
each other now. Charles, we have been

for some time.

In fact, we're engaged.

Come on Lynn, I'm tired.

You look nice.

Marilyn, I'm not in the mood.

Sorry.

I'm tired.

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

Come on, let it go today.

Okay.

Difficult.

I need to get some more cream.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I'm being unreasonable.

Let's talk.

OK, let me ask you a question.

Don't worry, it's not about the trial.

Are things going bad again?

You know, all them feelings you had
after the accident, all that

living with me, are you still feeling
trapped?

No. Good.

Because I hope you let me know so we
could do something about it rather

What?

Rather than you doing something on your
own.

Like what?

I don't know. You tell me.

No.

Fine.

Well, that's, uh... That's good.

Happy birthday, dear Mariam. Happy
birthday to

you.

And

of

course...

Delighted as I am to be here on my
daughter's birthday, I'd be lying if I

pretended I wasn't at least as
interested in hearing more about Peter's

case. Oh, yes.

Last time, the prosecution had just
opened with their statement. No, no,

I can't.

Latest from the jury bench, Peter,
please.

You do realise this is totally
unethical?

Of course, but...

In a trial like this, a juror has to
unload his stress on her.

So I vote we grant Peter his ethical
amnesty in return for our word of

What he reveals goes no further.

Agreed? Agreed.

Today we saw witnesses in the morning,
people who'd seen the boy on the way to

the Heath.

This being Manning Heath, East London?

Yes.

Eleanor, you bought a local map on your
way home tonight?

Yep.

I circled the Heath.

So, roughly, where, Peter, would you say
was the temple?

That's on Granger Street.

Got it.

Here.

So, he would have walked all along this
road.

And then on to the heath.

And on to the heath.

Yes.

It's extraordinary.

The boy had a clear motive and intent.

You've spotted going to the scene and
running away with blood on the shirt.

And this is on trial.

Costing hundreds of thousands.

Wasting taxpayers' money. Actually, to
be fair, we haven't heard the defence

yet. Oh, well, that's obvious.

Trying to fudge the whole thing with
race. Did you say the QC was George

Yes, I did. Well, he was a wily old
trot.

He'll turn it into some Pakistani
victimisation thing straight away. The

thick.

Oh, there you are.

Aren't they known to be warriors?

I'm sorry, I don't think... That's the
problem with this positive

discrimination. It's gone too far.

God forbid that this kid should have
been Jewish. No offence, Peter, but

suddenly this would no longer have been
a thing about bullying. It would have

been about the Holocaust.

Why don't people just accept that Jews
and Sikhs commit crimes too?

How are the rest of the jurors? Mostly
black or unemployed, I should guess.

Why they think these jurors are
representative of society, I don't know.

years ago, perhaps, but nowadays, the
only thing they represent is people with

nothing better to do.

The old man rumbled along the road.

He's quiet.

Yes.

So the old man rumbled along the road in
his car.

Thank you very much.

I'm very, very tired.

the first to go, you know, Barbara.

Life is short, isn't it?

Not short enough for my liking.

Good evening, Marcia.

Hello, who is this?

Don't you worry about that. Just want to
make sure you understand.

The Paki is guilty.

Who is this?

No sympathy for the nigger. The nigger.

Hello?

I've had threatening phone calls and
hate mail. One more incident or any

indication of jurors impartiality is
compromised. I shut down the trial.

You want to talk about it? No.

Don't forget, even if it's just for a
few hours, pretend that life doesn't

exist.

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