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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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