All language subtitles for The Jury s01e05.eng

I wake up in the morning, excited, and
the blood pumps in my veins. I feel more

awake, more alive than I have in years.

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

How was your love life?

My right hand and now your right hand.

You told me to leave you alone.

You're not stopping my mum again,
because of all this.

You fight a brutal attack.

At no time did the police interview you
in connection with this trial?

No. They say I have a tumor.

Any investment you make will multiply
four or fivefold. No!

I'm going.

Good luck. Bye.

And Marcia, it's good having you home.

There it is.

Come on, Jeremy.

It's 22.

We've got to go.

Right, come on, boys.

Out.

All

right,

I'll see you later.

Bye, Charlie. Bye, Sarah. Bye.

Wait a minute, boys.

Hold on.

Take the... There'll be a head's eye.

Okay, here we go.

Mark, it's me.

The thing we talked about... I've made
up my mind.

Let's do it.

I don't know what time I'll be back.

What's that for?

It's nothing. It's just for work.

Come on, you're going to be late.

Oh, my God.

Yeah. I'm fine. It's just a... I just
got whack in the side of my head.

You look terrible.

No, I'm all right. I'm all right. You
know, I'm just a kid.

And another day, I'm in the wrong postal
address, I suppose.

Are you all right, mate?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Thanks.

Members of the jury.

It says something about the
sophistication of our democracy, that a

this should never reach the courts.

Instead of the customary heated debate
with the prosecution and defense head

-head in passionate argument, both sides
in this trial have spent most of their

time in, well, absolute agreement with
one another.

Now, why is that?

It is because the defendant has no
choice.

He finds himself up against a mountain
of evidence which he simply cannot

contest. And not just technical, police
or forensic evidence, but

unchallenged public witness evidence
pertaining to the three most important

elements in any murder case.

Motive, intent, murder weapon.

Let us remind ourselves one last time of
the fact that we all agree

upon.

On the morning of the 15th of May, the
defendant, Devinder Singh, left his

at 7 .15 a .m.

Fact.

Instead of going to school, he went in
the opposite direction, along High

Street, to his local Sikh temple.

Fact.

There he collected a three -foot sword
which he had learned to use to lethal

effect in Gatka martial art classes.

From there, he set off in the direction
of Manning Heath with only one thing on

his mind.

Cold -blooded murder.

Fact.

Once there.

He waited for his victim to approach on
a route he knew he took every morning.

Again, fact, ladies and gentlemen,
uncontested fact.

Soon afterwards, he was seen running
away from the murder scene in a

state in the direction of the canals,
where he threw away his school uniform.

Then he changed his appearance at a
hairdresser's.

Again, all uncontested fact.

So, what does this leave the defendant
with?

Eleven minutes.

Eleven minutes on the heath. That's all
he's got.

Eleven unwitnessed minutes.

So what does he come up with?

He had a change of heart.

Decided against it.

Got cold feet.

And that's it.

That is the defense.

No evidence, no argument, no witnesses,
no proof.

Just the ludicrous notion that having
done everything, Everything preparatory

the commission of the murder, the
defendant somehow then pulled back from

brink.

Oh, and that one Thomas Haynes, a mental
patient conveniently stalking the

heath... Mr Lewis.

I'm sorry, my lord.

Quite apart from the fact that he was on
the different side of the heap and

nowhere near the murder when it
occurred, Mr. Haynes is a known sex

and nowhere in his criminal or mental
history is there any evidence of attacks

on males, let alone schoolboys.

No, the whole Thomas Haynes pride show
is about something else entirely.

A desperate and cynical attempt by the
defence to blame an apparently

police investigation.

2 ,000 homes in door -to -door
inquiries, 85 police officers working

than 500 hours at an estimated cost of
£1 .5 million.

Members of the jury, let us be
absolutely clear about one thing. This

inadequate police.

This is just another smokescreen to
distract you from the obvious

namely that the defendant is guilty.

Guilty, as all the evidence shows.

Guilty, as all his behavior after the
event shows.

Members of the jury, it is the crown's
burden

to prove beyond reasonable doubt that
Devinder Singh committed murder on that

morning.

And I concede we do not have a direct
eyewitness to the crime itself.

But in the absence of such direct
evidence, the prosecution has no option

draw inferences, safe inferences drawn
from a large pool of evidence.

And here we rely on you, members of the
jury.

Although we have no direct witness for
that moment when Devinder Singh

murdered John Mayer, when you consider
the overwhelming weight of evidence, the

motive, the intent, the murder weapon,
and the blatant attempt to conceal his

guilt after the event, we submit you can
draw safe inferences that the defendant

is guilty as charged.

And now I ask you to do the responsible
thing as privileged

citizens of this society and return a
guilty verdict.

The deed to the flat.

Don't look so morbid. Well, I feel
morbid, Mark.

I might as well be handing over my wife
and family.

Relax, it'll be fine.

It seems this epithet was meant to
happen.

Our meeting in court like that, my
needing to make amends.

There's a happy serendipity about it.

Yeah, well, let's hope so.

Tony, Mark Waters.

I'm fine, I'm fine. Look, there's
something you can do for me.

Okay, bye.

Right, that's done.

He's agreed to offer you a loan against
your flat as security.

With the loan, you buy shares in the
Japanese research company, and then, in

day or two, when they're bought out, you
pay Tony back out of the profits.

Voila. How much have you asked for? A
lot, 90 grand.

Jesus. There's no point in picking
about. Who is he? He's fine. Where did

money come from? That's not your
problem. What if it doesn't work out? It

Relax. Trust me.

It's a folly to the rock.

You're not losing your bottle, are you?
No.

Of course not.

Good.

Charles, how nice to see you. How does
your face look? Thank you for coming. I

was just reading about you in the paper.

Well, not you, you know, the trial.

Yeah.

I know, sometimes this blanket coverage,
it feels... Suffocating, I'm sure.

Yes.

Ah.

Tell me, have you made a decision?

Because if not, you know, there's no
need to rush it. I'm sure the rector is

flexible, and you can always join us
again next year. No problem.

I have given it thought.

And I have decided.

And?

I won't be coming back.

Oh, no, Charles.

And I had so prayed you would.

It's your girlfriend, is it? I remember
things were never settled there between

you. It's not Isabella.

It's quite the opposite.

Then what, Charles?

It's just... I'm still not certain.

Oh.

I remember you told us once.

We don't choose this.

We are chosen.

When I came to the seminary five years
ago, I did so out of choice.

And I thought that by this time, I would
feel chosen.

And I don't.

Well, now, do I?

And it may surprise you to learn that
cast -eye uncertainty comes to very few.

It's not being certain that...

It doesn't mean there's something wrong
with me. Oh, dear God, no.

Not being certain speaks in your favour.

Certainty comes to those nutters who
stand on orange crates in Hyde Park on

Sunday morning.

But I still feel I need a sign.

Something which speaks to me.

I see.

And how would you like it?

A burning bush?

A parting sea?

You're not taking me seriously.

But you, Charlie boy, are taking it too
seriously.

And I'd be willing to get a looking in
all the wrong places for your science.

Do you mind if I join you?

No, no.

I'll sit down.

It's nice to see you.

I know I thought maybe after our chat
the other day that we might both be

sensible to the old avoiding thing.

I only practice CMO.

Did you see who did it? I think it was
just some junkie pissed off that he

couldn't find anything to take in my
flat, so he, you know, whacked me over

head with a baseball bat.

How do you know it was a baseball bat?

Because I saw it.

It's courting.

Thank you, my lord.

Eleven minutes.

That's what all this boils down to.

All these witnesses.

All those police hours. All those doors
they knocked on. All those statements

they took.

But still, not one fingerprint.

Not one bloodstain.

Just... Eleven minutes.

The eleven minutes for which there is no
witness.

The eleven minutes for which there is
only circumstantial evidence.

Evidence from which my learned friends
of the crown would ask you to draw only

damning inferences.

Well, there's another word for
inference.

And that's speculation.

And there's another word for
speculation, too.

And there's another expression for
guessing, and that's, I don't

know.

They don't know.

I don't know.

None of us will ever know for certain.

But I don't know is not good enough for
a court of law.

I don't know isn't good enough for the
family of the victim.

And I don't know is certainly not good
enough to get an innocent boy convicted

of murder.

So how do we do it then?

How do we reach a verdict in a case
where nobody knows?

We find the answer, ladies and
gentlemen, by understanding the wider

the bigger picture.

Understanding, in fact, What this case
is really all about.

As we've already heard, Juvinda Singh is
no violent aggressor. He's a perfectly

normal teenager.

The walls of his bedroom don't carry
pictures of guns or terrorists, but

of Britney Spears, Robbie Williams,
David Beckham.

Yet, as we know...

On the morning of the 15th of May, this
perfectly normal teenager was capable of

breaking into a temple, arming himself
with a sword, and heading out to get his

revenge on a classmate.

So how does this angel sit alongside
this devil?

The answer, members of the jury...

lies in a long history of political
injustice.

For generations, Sikhs have been
subjugated, vilified,

tortured.

Many of them have come to England,
become valued and respected members of

society as doctors, teachers.

Yet, tragically, this...

Bullying continues, particularly in our
schools. As you recall, Juventus told us

almost all of his cousins and Sikh
friends have suffered similar fates.

Is it any wonder that they should wish
to protect themselves?

That they should learn self -defense?

The prosecution is trying to prejudice
you with talk of an alien Sikh culture.

Please let us not be confused about
this.

These are peaceful, law -abiding Britons
protecting themselves

for the right to their own survival.

And yes, I can imagine what my
colleagues are thinking. They're

here they go, turning this into
something political, painting a

portrait of the defendant as a victim.
Not at all!

It is just vital that we all understand
the background.

to this so -called aggressive culture
with its self -defence and its swords

is a vicious and inflammatory racist
slur and one which the prosecution has

been shamefully quick to exploit.

And what about our own policemen?

The Crown insists that this was a
thorough investigation, but how can it

been when trained policemen... knock on
2 ,000 doors,

yet totally disregard a known criminal
at large on the Heath at the time.

When they check the defendant's
behavioural history and ignore his

history, which would have revealed an
atrophied shoulder, totally incapable of

those downward thrusts from the right
required to produce that same pattern of

wounds.

This investigation is rotten to the
core, totally incompetent, based

racial prejudice.

Yes, it is true.

A sense of retribution took

Devinder Singh to the heath that
morning.

And there it took him to the very brink
of murder.

But no further.

Overcome by the fruitlessness of
violence, Govinda threw

the sword away.

He changed his mind.

Changed his mind.

Didn't do it.

And I defy you, members of the jury, to
look this gentle,

kind, shy, very frightened and

confused boy in the eyes.

And tell me I'm wrong.

Thank you, my lord.

Right, ladies and gentlemen.

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.

In the unlikely event that you have
found your verdict by five o 'clock

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 from

outside.

I need everyone's mobile phones, please.

Thank you.

I'd like to draw your attention to the
bell.

Ring this if you need anything.

Food, drink, and the bathrooms are at
the end of the room.

Exhibits will be brought to you shortly,
and you've got fresh coffee and tea in

the thermos.

Any questions?

Right. Well, good luck.

Good night.

Well, we all heard the church.

We'd better elect a foreman.

How do we want to do this?

I suggest all those who want to be
considered as jury form and raise their

hands.

Yeah, if I don't mind.

All right.

Two candidates.

I suggest that we, the two candidates,
turn our backs

and the rest of you vote for your
choice.

Right. All those who want Warren, now
raise their hands.

Now all those who want me, now raise
their hands.

Yeah, OK.

Well? You won.

Narrowly.

Thank you, everybody who voted for me.

I pledge I will do my best to guide us
to reach a swift conclusion.

And now I will take my place at the head
of the table.

Right.

Let us begin.

I propose we start with...

What? I see no reason to waste
everyone's time when we might already

reached a unanimous verdict.

Yeah, hang on a minute.

I thought the point was to end up with a
vote. Yes, but what if we already

agree?

But we won't.

How can you say that?

Because that's the whole point, isn't
it?

That's why there are so many of us from
all walks of life. We're bound to

disagree.

Then we talk it through to make sure.

What? That we don't make snap judgments.

Snap judgments is just another name for
instincts.

And first instincts are the most useful
things we can have in a case like this.

Otherwise, people talk and talk. It goes
around and around. Nothing gets

decided.

Well, are you all right? I've had a cup
of tea.

Tea? No, madame. Please.

We have three hours.

We take the tea at the halfway point.

Wait a minute. You're the foreman. Since
when did you decide on tea breaks?

Look, do you want me to do this or not?

I want you to stand up in court and say
guilty or not guilty.

I don't need you to tell me when we can
or can't have tea breaks.

In that case, I stand down.

Oh, please, this is absurd. Look, we
need rules.

Otherwise, we sit here for one month and
do nothing.

All right, let's vote.

What's to lose?

What's to lose is...

We've all declared our hand.

Let's get it over with.

She might have a point. At least we know
where we all stand.

Right.

Thank you.

All those who find the defendant guilty
of murder as charged raise their hands.

Those who find him innocent?

Uptentant?

Well, we have a hung jury.

Surprise, surprise.

So what do we do now?

Um, well, since the guilty votes are in
the majority and there are only three

not guilty votes, I suggest we ask the
not guilty voters to explain to us why

they voted that way.

Great, so they can try and bully us into
changing our minds. No, so we can

understand.

I don't mind saying why I voted not
guilty.

It's because I think the other guy did
it.

Who?

Thomas Haynes.

Do me a favour.

So you really think this Thomas Haynes
committed the murder?

I think that's a chance.

I suppose Mickey Mouse was his
accomplice, was he?

Oh, that's really helpful, isn't it?
Well, we've been in court all week.

I don't want to listen to the evidence.

You don't know what you're talking
about.

Please, everyone.

A known violent criminal was on the
Heath and they didn't investigate.

They just went with the person that
fitted the crime.

That's when he had a quick
investigation. The investigation's not

Asian kid was the only suspect. That's
typical police.

There we go again.

If it had been a black or an Asian
nutter, they'd have checked him out.

I don't think people talk like that
anymore.

Only because attitudes haven't changed.

So why weren't Thomas Haynes'
fingerprints on the sword?

I don't know.

Maybe he was wearing gloves.

Well, why would he be wearing gloves?

So he doesn't leave prints.

Well, that's a pretty rational thing to
do. No nutter would think of doing that.

Well, what, so in order to be disturbed,
he has to be foaming at the mouth or

dressed like Napoleon?

Could I just say... I didn't like that
policeman.

What policeman?

The one with the moustache.

Er, there wasn't one with the moustache.

Are you sure?

Please, everyone, let's keep to one
issue at a time.

We're on the issue of fingerprints.

Maybe he wiped the printer clean.

Oh, great. Now we've got a nutter with
gloves and a napkin. Or even fill the

third with nutter. Look, he could have
been waiting to glove generally.

This is

ridiculous. We're supposed to be working
together.

Time is ticking by.

Now will you admit it was a mistake
asking people to vote?

Oh, all right, I admit.

This was always the danger. People
forming two unbridgeable camps. And no

willing to give an inch. I know. So go
on. You know so much better. You be

forward. That's not my point. This is
crazy. We're tired.

Why don't we just start again tomorrow?

Because it's four o 'clock.

We've still got an hour. I know that,
but we're not getting anywhere. I'm

and fed up. Yeah, I agree.

Nothing is going to be achieved like
this apart from people losing their

and falling out with each other. Let's
go home and sleep on it.

Tomorrow, I resign.

Well,

if you're going to resign tomorrow, why
don't you resign today?

That way we can elect a new foreman
tonight and he or she can work out some

of order, some organisation, so this
doesn't repeat itself.

Good idea. You hear?

Warren, you put yourself up for it last
time. How about it this time? No, no,

no, thanks. I've changed my mind.
Cheers, though.

Charles, how about you?

No, if you don't mind.

Marcia, you obviously have strong
opinions. What about you? No, for a

don't have time tonight.

Jeremy. Me?

Yes.

Gosh.

Goodness.

What about you?

Me? Yeah, you.

Responsible. Organised.

Look more like Henry Fonda than anybody
else in here.

But the obvious candidate.

Seconded. Dodded.

All those in favour of Peter being
foreman?

Wait a minute.

Right, that appears to be a unanimous
vote.

Are you busy?

I thought you might want to go and get
some coffee or something. Oh.

No, I can't.

I can't do this anymore.

I'm married, Johnny.

What?

And I think he did that to you.

I'm so sorry.

You know, I didn't want to get you
involved. I didn't want to get anyone

involved.

Why did you do that?

Tell me.

I don't know.

I got that blind eye. I didn't even see
that.

Swap them around.

I didn't know what I was doing. You
know, I just wanted to be someone else.

I just wanted to be... I just wanted to
do something for me, you know, just

once. I just wanted to forget. I just
wanted to breathe.

Please.

Please don't take it wrong.

No, no, I'm glad. I could have been a
help to you. Oh, no, it's not like that.

Don't let go.

Take some...

I've struck impressionable drunk in you.

You wind them up and then you... You
throw them in the shade.

Johnny, it wasn't about picking you up.

You know, I didn't know I was going to
run into you.

I can't think of a single time in my
whole life when I've been ill.

Here, drink this.

Thanks. My body wouldn't know how,
because there's never been anyone to

after me.

You don't have to stay, you know.

I'll be all right.

Tougher than old boots. No, I wouldn't
hear of it.

I shall get my belongings, and if you
don't mind, I shall make use of your

couch.

Oh. And then when we're finished with
the trial, I'll help you sort things

I don't want to go into a home.

No. When I go, I want to go in my own
time.

Right.

Could you be there for me?

Of course.

I'd like to have the last rites from
someone I know.

Last rites?

Someone who knows my story.

I can't give those.

They have to be given by an ordained
priest.

I think it's going to have to be
Bernardia that takes this.

But he'll mine.

Mine's in the city of Ethemal, their own
two -man wall.

I'm going to ask you a question.

And I want you to tell me the truth.

Was it you?

What do you mean, was that me?

You do?

Did you follow him home?

Who? You know exactly who.

What would you expect, eh?

I'm not going to sit back and do
nothing.

Why, Len?

Why?

Because I saw what was going on between
you. Nothing happened.

He was all over you. He never did a
thing. I saw it.

That lunch. I saw it for myself.

Lunch?

You followed me? Yeah, I followed you
when I saw how you was behaving. I think

you're confusing your job with your
life. Taking clothes in the court,

changed in the toilet. I think you're
confusing our marriage with

There's no confusing here, Rose. I know
exactly what's going on. Well, nothing

happened, Len.

Nothing. And nothing ever was going to
happen. But it happened.

In here.

Didn't it?

Yeah.

It did.

Well, that is just as bad.

No, it isn't, Len.

It's human.

I didn't act on it.

It's not a crime.

So what are you going to do now?

Batter me?

You're going to take your baseball bat
out on me? This court case has ruined

everything.

I knew it the minute that someone's come
through that door. I saw how much you

wanted it.

I wanted to be alone.

No, you wanted to escape.

Yeah, have you ever asked yourself why,
Len?

Ever thought of that?

I hate living here.

It's unbearable.

You never change.

That's why I like talking to him. I have
problems, but he tries to change. Don't

you think I would?

Don't you think I'd change if I kept my
leg back?

It's not about your leg, Len.

It's about you.

That is so easy for you to say.

Where's the easy bit, Len?

Just show me.

Where's the easy bit about living with
you?

Oh.

No, he said no disturbances, OK?

I've got to talk to him. No.

Look, they've had a bad day in the jury
room.

He's trying to come up with some kind of
agenda or something for tomorrow.

It's important. It's about the boy. Tell
him to... No!

What is this?

Ever since he got on this jury, you've
been trying to muscle in off your

where it isn't called for?

Oh, come on. It's his trial.

He's the juror here.

What's going on with you?

Nothing.

Yes, there is. There's a whole fucking
engine going on, which is frankly

embarrassing.

What is it? You don't think you'll come
up with the right decision without your

guidance? No, not that.

Is it just that you hate someone else
being the centre of attention? Is that

Worried that the family's focused on
someone else?

No.

Yes, it is.

That's it.

Absolute nonsense.

You need a couple of good hobbies.

Really? Yes.

We'll just go home and find out whether
the English cricket team are touring

this winter, take Mum and go and join
them, or get yourself hooked on the

internet. All right.

Do you tell him this?

I went down to the canals and spoke to a
couple of schoolboys. Daddy, go.

It's important.

I'll tell him to call me.

Trust the process, you said.

Do nothing and trust the process.

Well, we've done nothing. We trusted the
process. Now we want action.

Is that right?

So how do you think I feel?

What did we say when that boy was born?

Dropped into my hands.

Cleaned the blood off him.

Held him to my chest.

In the beginning, I sat with him all
night.

Fed him with a bottle.

I told him his first word.

Picked him up when he fell.

He was a gift from God.

He was my everything.

So you don't think I've had to hold
myself back, eh?

Contained myself a thousand times. I'm
jumping across that court.

Tearing his dirty head off.

I'll make a promise now that I made on
that first day.

If that jury don't deliver justice, I'll
deliver justice of my own.

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