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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.