All language subtitles for The Jury s01e04.eng

Did you kill John Mayer?

No.

I did not.

Liar!

Mrs.

Beamish, I'm afraid what I'm reading is
not good news.

I think I know a way of getting the
whole lot back.

Just give me a call.

A man called Thomas Haynes was arrested
only a mile away for another assault.

Dustin. Nothing you've told us bears any
direct relation to the evidence. You're

just moved by the defendant's pain.

Good God!

Christ.

Nervous? Eh?

I'd be shitting myself if I'd come in up
with what you've got today.

Cross -examination by Gerald Lewis.

The bastard of the Bailey.

Who's a lucky boy?

Hey, come on, Eddie.

I've got you.

That's a male.

Just in the right minutes.

Not bad for a couple of old drunks.

Press -ups.

Quick,

quick, quick. Let's get Mommy.

Remember him?

Mr. Balloon? Mr. Buttons?

Mr. Bubbles.

Mr. Bubbles.

Mummy's getting really wet.

That's brilliant.

I thought we had agreed to throw away
these old videos.

We can't.

Not yet.

Not while they still serve a purpose.

Bye.

Where are my clothes?

Oh, I washed and ironed them.

They're hanging in the bathroom.

You didn't need to do that.

There's fresh coffee on the table.

You didn't need to do that either.

Where's Joy?

She's awake, getting dressed.

I bought you some posh newspapers.

You're trialled in all of them.

It doesn't change anything, all this,
you know.

I'm not suddenly my mum again because of
all this.

How's your love life?

My right hand and eye are fine, thanks.

Good lad.

Rule number one.

No relationship.

No sex.

Not for the first year, anyway.

The first year?

It's the quickest way back on the drink,
man.

Jesus Christ, Eddie, I'll be blind
carried on at this rate.

Hard to tell you no, innit? And if
you're in a position to do that, you're

lucky lad.

Well, as soon as my year is up, there is
something special.

Uh -huh.

And who is the unlucky person?

She's a juror. Her name's Rose.

Let me guess, it's love.

How did you know?

Now, Eddie, listen.

When I see this girl, I can't... I can't
speak or eat.

When I'm with her, my lips go dry and
I...

My heart's, like, pumping.

I mean, I think about her all day from
morning till night.

That's not love, that's obsession.

Perfectly normal.

Typical early recovery.

What do you mean?

You go to a meeting and ask for a show
of hands of all the people who fell

in love the first year of sobriety.
Place would look like a cornfield. No,

Eddie, no, but this is it. I mean, this
is the real thing.

No, it's not. This is bewilderment.

Fear, anger.

disorientation, and all the other
uncomfortable feelings we get when we're

up. The easiest thing we can do is throw
ourselves at a woman and call it love.

Until a year ago, you were a self
-centred, emotionally retarded drunk,

and abusing women.

Successfully loving somebody is the
highest achievement in life, without

parallel. Being dependable and yet
spontaneous.

Being constant.

The fact they never get you anywhere
near that, I'll be proud.

If you really want a relationship, we'll
start you off with a plant.

A plant? If after six months the plant's
still alive, then we'll get you a dog.

If you can keep one of them healthy and
happy and fed for a year, then maybe,

just maybe, you'll be ready for your
early stages with a human being.

How about lunch today, you and me?

Lunch?

I can't.

I mean, we don't know when we're going
to get out. Sometimes we run over, we've

got to stay behind to listen to a talk
from CID or something.

Right.

Thanks. Nice thought.

So what are you going to do? I don't
know. If I tell them, they'll stop the

trial.

Change the jury.

Peter, they vandalised our car. They
know where we live. I know.

We still have our car. We still have our
house.

Darling, look.

I know you're worried.

But this trial... I can't explain, you
know. I wake up in the morning excited.

Blood pumps in my veins. I feel more
awake, more alive than I have in years.

If you want me to, I will tell them. I
promise. But after last night, I know

this trial involves us both.

But I beg of you, let it go just this
once.

And with a hint of trouble, and I
promise you, I will tell them.

Mr. Lewis?

Thank you, my lord.

Good morning, Devender.

Good morning.

That was quite a performance you gave.

Your soft voice and lost look.

Quite the convincing victim.

But let me assure you, there's only one
victim in this case. And tragically,

he's dead.

You hated John Mayer, didn't you?

Oh, come on.

It's no secret.

Hmm?

Yes. I'm sorry, I don't think I quite
heard that.

Yes. Yes, in fact, you hated him so
much, you thought you'd kill him.

Hmm? Oh, come on, Mr. Singh.

You admitted yourself, you set out that
morning with only one thing in your

mind, to kill him.

Yes. Burning with rage, Mr. Singh, hell
-bent on retribution and vengeance.

I didn't say that.

In fact, Sikhism is the culture of
vengeance, is it not?

No, quite the opposite. Oh, well,
perhaps you can tell me. What is Josh?

Josh. I believe it is a Punjabi term.

Yeah.

It means a state of readiness.

Could you be more specific?

Usually it means a state of readiness to
fight.

A state of readiness to fight.

Yeah.

Mm -hmm.

We must always be ready to defend
ourselves.

Not very peaceful or forgiving, then.

Defend yourself against what? I don't
know. Against bullying, for example?

Mr. Singh,

you recognize this?

Yeah. Could you tell the court what it
is? The taban.

And when tied in a specific way, like
this, it has a special name. Am I right?

Yeah. What is that name?

The darmala.

Now, is it true that on the day of the
murder, you were also wearing a

Yes. And this turban is worn by one
particular group. Am I right?

Yes. The Nihang. Would you explain to
the court who the Nihang are?

Look, I know what you're trying to do.
Answer the question.

The Nihang is a group.

Specifically, they are warriors. Am I
right?

Yes.

Warriors famed for their bravery.

I think the jury will agree that wearing
this particular turban was no accident.

That's not fair. But the thing, what is
Gatka?

Gatka.

This is a Sikh term.

It's an art.

It is a martial art, is it not? Which
includes the art of sword fighting,

many Sikh children learn.

Yes. Did you take part in these Gatka
classes?

Yes. In fact, more than take part, I
noticed from my records that you even

participated in competition.

Yes. So, an accomplished Gatka devotee.
In which division did you compete?

Three foot. Three foot, the same length
as the murder weapon.

Yes. You competed with some success,
including a competition win in 2000.

Is that correct?

Yeah. Congratulations.

Your parents must have been very proud.

No.

Why not?

Because I didn't really win.

Sorry, I just thought you said you did.
My lord!

I was disqualified.

Really? Disqualified? Why?

Because I got into a fight with another
contestant. Oh dear, why?

He was picking on people younger and
smaller than him. So, a bully, then?

Yeah. And what did you do to this bully?

I attacked him. With your sword?

With my wooden sword. He still suffered
serious injuries.

In particular, it seems, he received
blows to the head and torso.

I don't remember.

No, but he does.

He remembers exactly, as does the doctor
who treated him, and here are the

photographs.

Members of the jury, please note the
blows across the neck here and here.

Wounds, you will note, that are almost
identical to those suffered by the

victim.

All right, Devinder.

Let us remind ourselves of what we are
agreed upon.

All right?

We agree that you hated the victim, John
Mayer. We agree that you hated him

enough to kill him.

We agree that you broke into a Sikh
temple, stole a three -foot sword, went

the heath blinded by rage with the sole
purpose of killing John Mayer. We also

agree that you were brought up in a
culture focused on vengeance and

retribution and from an early age were
schooled in a martial art using exactly

the same weapon as the murder weapon.

Now, why didn't you tell all of this to
the police when they arrested you?

After all, you knew that your silence
could be taken as an admission of guilt.

The police would have advised you of
that in their caution.

Perhaps it was because you hadn't made
the whole thing up yet.

No.

Members of the jury, Mr. Singh remained
silent because there was nothing left to

add. His guilt was indefensible.

As it is now.

Thank you, Devinder.

No further quick.

Right.

Let's break there for lunch.

All rise!

Clear the public gallery, please.

Hang on a minute, please.

You see?

Look at our champion.

There's no need to panic.

If anything's silly, let justice take
its course.

And then, when we know what prisoner
he's been sent to,

then we work on it.

All right?

All right?

Yes, Dad.

Yes.

That's outrageous.

I've never heard anything so
inflammatory and racist.

Yeah, but you can't deny that our client
is still charged with a murder where

the weapon is a sword, and suddenly he's
got a history of violence and sword

fighting contest.

Oh, come on. These gutka classes all see
kids do them. They're like Sunday

school. Presumably not all kids have a
history of violence against other

competitors. It was a long time ago.

And what's all this about a turban?

Oh, that was crazy. He made out that
wearing a dharmala means you're part of

some militant cult.

These kids just wear them so they can
ride their bicycles.

Bicycles? Look, most of the turbans you
see are like hats. They just blow off.

Whereas this one, the Dharmala, you have
to tie it much tighter. It stays on in

the wind.

It stays on in the wind.

This case is slipping away from us, Mr.
Shaw.

If I'm to turn it round, I need your
jogger.

She won't do it. I don't think you
understand me, Mr. Shaw. I need her here

afternoon.

Otherwise, we're finished.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry. I couldn't stop him. Who?

He insisted.

Oh, God.

All right.

Now what did he want?

in a shirt with Sonny written on it. I
don't like that, but it's where someone

who's been in the programme for a while
takes you under the wing and they give

you suggestions, you know.

Well, not so much suggestions as blatant
orders.

You know, it's based on their own
experience and you are supposed to

these orders like a lemming.

You know, without question. Or you drink
and die.

Or so they tell you anyway.

My sponsor, his name's Eddie. He's a
Geordie docker. He's been sober for 25

years.

And everybody says he's a saint.

I told Eddie that on the jury there was
this

beautiful woman.

I think I said that.

I think I said I'd fall in love.

And you think he's right?

And now, what about you? What's your
situation?

Oh, I don't think I'm ready.

Different reasons.

Complicated.

Really, this is highly unethical.

Nonsense. Relax.

No, the judge was quite specific. Jurors
are not supposed to visit the scene of

the crime unless accompanied by the full
court as part of the trial.

This way.

Here it is, the towpath where the Sikh
boy allegedly threw away

the school uniform.

Now, what do you see?

Flats. Exactly.

With a perfect view over the towpath.

And over there?

More flats.

Correct. Both with unrestricted views.

Plus, an endless flow of people walking
along the towpath.

Right. So?

So, you have to ask yourself, is this
some way you'd come to get rid of blood

-stained clothes?

I don't know.

Look at the current.

It's still water.

All those police frogmen, not one of
them found anything.

Doesn't that strike you as strange?

Now, look.

This is where I would come.

If I wanted to throw away a blood
-stained uniform out of sight of the

towpath.

Sheltered, convenient, secret.

Can't you feel it?

There's an energy in the place.

I spoke to a couple of pupils.

They called it the vagina.

Sorry,

Marion, it's on account of its tunnel
-like shape.

It's where they come for their
cigarettes or fights or drugs, I

But anyway, it's their secret place.

And that's it, is it?

That's why you brought us here, to show
us this? Yeah.

The police already looked here.

How do you know?

Because in the crime report, Michael,
they searched the whole area.

They had 50 policemen, frogmen in the
canals.

No, I don't believe they searched here.
48 hours, they sealed off the whole

area. They did a fingertip search.

Look. The drain.

It goes on and on.

What is the matter with you?

First you want to be a juror, now you
want to be a policeman as well? Damn it,

must be mad.

The most publicly scrutinized trial in
the country. One of the jurors is

the crime scene in his lunch hour.

Peter!

Papa, Papa, I didn't do what I promised.

I know.

Now get up.

Don't cry.

I don't want to insult you.

I am the reason for your weakness.

Now don't cry.

I am not going to hurt you.

Did you hear me?

I said don't cry.

Now don't.

These people are not coming forward.

Mr Coring.

The defence calls Maria da Silva.

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

whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Mr. Silver, I appreciate that it is
difficult for you to be here, but if you

can, could you tell the court where you
were on the 15th of May last year?

I was here in London.

Specifically at 7 .30 in the morning?

I was doing what I always did at that
time in those days, jogging.

And your jogging route?

I started at my house, running north
across the heath and then...

Back through the south gate.

About four miles.

You said the heath. You're referring to
Manor Heath.

Yes.

Could you describe what happened that
morning?

I was running along my usual path.

When I hit something and fell over.

You tripped?

Yes.

At first I thought it was a tree.

Then I realised it was a person.

Someone's sleeping in the rough.

And this person, you woke them up?

Yes.

What did they do?

Nothing. He just looked at me.

And suddenly he screamed in rage and
attacked me.

Like a wild animal with a stick.

I still have to go.

Then what did he do?

Ran away.

In which direction?

Towards the canal, I think.

So, to the north.

in the direction of the murder scene?

Both.

And you said this was about 7 .30 in the
morning?

Between 7 .30 and 20 to 8, yes.

So 10 to 15 minutes, then, before the
murder took place.

I wouldn't know.

Mr. Silver, when we first contacted you,
we asked you if you could identify your

attacker.

Yes. Two days ago, we took you to the
Claremont Psychiatric Hospital in North

Yorkshire. Were you able to identify the
man who attacked you on the Heath on

May the 15th?

Yes. And that man was Thomas Haynes?

Correct.

A registered mental health patient with
a long history of assault, battery,

grievous bodily harm and manslaughter.

Was this the man you identified?

Yes.

Yet despite this brutal attack, at no
time did the police interview you

in connection with this trial?

No.

Really? Sir.

When a boy was murdered on the heath
that same morning?

When your attacker was last seen running
in the direction of the murder.

No interview, nothing?

No.

Dr. Levinson, you were working in the
accident and emergency unit at St.

Hospital on the day that Mr. Silver was
admitted after she'd been assaulted by

Thomas Haynes.

That is correct.

And how would you describe her condition
on arrival?

Critical. She was unconscious.

She had suffered a frenzied and
sustained attack.

She had received severe blows to the
head and body. She had been struck

repeatedly by a blunt instrument, like a
stick or branch.

A few months ago, we asked you to
compare the attack on Mr. Silver with

wounds suffered by John Mayer. Yes.

I believe you examined the pathologist's
report and photographs of the victim.

And were able to make a comparison with
the wounds suffered by Mr Silver? Yes.

And how did they compare?

Well, I was surprised at how many
similarities there were.

I've brought a chart here which compares
the two attacks.

The red markings are the blows sustained
by Mr Silver.

Those in blue correspond to the injuries
received by the murder victim.

As you can see, on the neck and upper
torso...

There is a distinct overlap.

And as a psychiatrist, how would you
describe Mr Haynes' condition?

Thomas Haynes is a very ill man who,
when unrestrained, is a severe danger to

himself and others.

He suffers from epilepsy, bipolar
disorders and manic schizophrenia.

In your clinical opinion, if Mr Haynes
were to find a weapon,

like a sword, lying in the bushes.

Would he have the mental faculty to pick
it up and use it?

The witness will answer the question.

Not only the faculty, probably the
inclination, too.

Thank you.

Detective Chief Inspector Shand, I'm
sure you're aware that it's an unusual

step... call you back.

But in the light of new evidence, his
Lordship has given me leave to ask you

some further questions.

Detective Chief Inspector, do you have a
copy of the crime report?

Yes. In which an overview of the entire
police investigation is recorded?

Correct. Correct.

A considerable amount of work.

Yet not one mention of Thomas Haynes.

If you say so.

I certainly do say so.

A man who, we have just heard, was on
the same heat at the same time as the

murder.

A man with a history of violence and
mental instability.

A man who was arrested for inflicting
similar injuries on his victim, Mr.

Silver, as were found on the murder
victim, John Mayer.

If we didn't interview him, I'm sure it
would have been for a good reason.

Really?

Please explain.

What possible reason could that be?
Because by that stage, we'd already

the suspect we were interested in.
Goodness!

Is that what they taught you in your
training? The first face that fits.

I had heard the police were under
pressure to cut costs, but this is

exceptional.

So you don't think it's significant?

that a known psychopath was roaming the
Heath at the same time. No, not for this

case, I don't.

You don't think it's significant that
this man, Mr Haynes, inflicted almost

identical injuries on another person?

It was a sad coincidence.

Really?

Is that so?

Well, I think there is a great deal that
is sad in this case, Chief Inspector.

Not least the way you arrest the first
face that you think fits, and bingo,

you've got your man, and open and shut
case.

My Lord, is this really necessary? The
reason the boy was the only suspect is

the overwhelming evidence against him.
No.

I would strongly suggest...

The reason my client is the only suspect
is the overwhelming conspiracy

against him. Bastard! Quiet!

Court adjourned. All rise!

It will.

If Fiona knew I was even meeting you.

Fiona?

Does she still bear a grudge?

Grudge doesn't do it justice.

Try spite, or hate, or loathing.

Quite a challenge, then, to turn that
around. Yeah, I'd say so.

Yeah.

What do you know about diabetes?

Diabetes? Nothing.

Except, didn't your wife have it?

Still does.

As do our three children.

Meal times in our house are like a
needle park in Amsterdam.

Have you ever seen a diabetic, sir?

No.

You stick them in their arms, their
thighs, their stomach.

Ouch. No fuss.

Never any bother.

They're used to it.

It bothers me, though.

It eats me up, having to stick that into
my baby's thigh.

The youngest, Gemma, she's six years
old.

So, you can imagine, I've become quite
involved with diabetes in all its many

forms.

And there's a Japanese company who are
developing a new way of delivering

insulin.

Something that would revolutionise my
kids' lives.

Well, of course.

But not just my kids.

Some of the 85 million sufferers
worldwide.

That's a big market.

Now, I'm not the only one who knows
about this new development.

But I am one of the very few who knows
that they're about to get out.

Oh, God.

They're being circled by two or three of
the large pharmaceutical companies.

And the numbers, people, are
forecasting, Jeremy.

are quite giddy.

Mark, I can't do this.

I can guarantee that any investment you
make will multiply four or five

-fold overnight. Mark.

I'm in with everything I've got.

It's a chance of a lifetime. No, Mark.

What about your flat? It must be worth a
hundred grand or something. No!

I was just hoping I could get things
back for you.

Oh, Father Charles.

Afternoon. I hope you don't mind, I was
just passing.

No, no, no, it's just... Get to the
shops before they close.

Well, in that case... Thank you.

I mean, it seems to me we've got to go
into the shop.

It's a little harder than my health, you
know.

Just lately hasn't been very good. Oh,
sorry.

I know what you were referring to the
other day, where you said you had some

news.

I apologise. I was too self -absorbed to
ask.

They say I have a tumour.

An arsty, malignant bully that won't go
away.

What are they doing?

Well, they want to give me treatment,
but that's rough.

They ask me if I had anyone, you know.

Relative next of kin.

I could come if you like.

You?

Well, that's very nice of you, but what
would we say? I don't know. I could say

I was your son.

What would it matter to them?

The main thing is you'd have the
company.

Are you all right?

It's funny.

I thought when I saw you arriving at the
court, I thought I could be him.

Of course, he'd be old and we were a
family of his own.

You have a son?

Yes, for three weeks.

And then I had to give him away.

A good family, I was told.

Here in London.

I had to get all my things back.

I couldn't forget him.

I just wanted to be near him, even
though I didn't know his name or where

lived or anything.

I see him everywhere.

At first it was every school bus, on the
street.

And then it was everywhere.

Any girl he might have married, any
child he might have had.

He got on the stage.

Everyone in the street might be...

This is sick. No, not at all.

I'd like to hear the whole story.

Really?

I'm sure there are lots of people you'd
rather be. No.

It happens.

Oh.

To accept the things that can't change.

The courage to change things like that.

And the wisdom to know the difference.

So?

So?

Well, I told her. And?

How'd it feel?

Honestly? Mm -hm.

Like shit.

Well, the rewards, the good feelings,
they'll come soon enough.

Yeah, yeah. They will, I promise you.

See, the thing about feelings is, the
only way to change them is to change our

actions first. Then the feelings, they
come later.

There's a direct correlation between the
actions that we do and the feelings

that we have.

And I guarantee you, if you had done
anything with her... You would have felt

even more like shit.

Well, at least I slept with her, Eddie.

This way I just feel like shit anyway.

It's only temporary.

Trust me.

You did the right thing.

You'll get the reward you deserve.

I'll see you, Eddie.

See you, Johnny.

Hello?

There it is.

All the material upon which you have to
decide this case is now before you.

The time has now come for you to retire
to consider your verdict, which at this

stage must be a unanimous one.

I must ask you not to talk about this
matter to anyone at home.

Your decision is one which you must
arrive at jointly, without influence

outside.

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0