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This is where I would come if I wanted
to throw away a bloodstained uniform.

And now I ask you to do the responsible
thing and return a guilty

verdict. Don't look so morbid. I feel
morbid, Mark. I might as well be handing

over my wife and family.

Could you be there for me?

Of course.

Dubinda threw the sword away.

He changed his mind.

Didn't do it.

Maybe he wiped the printer clean.

Do me a favour. Oh, that's really
helpful. Just tell us what happened to

blood then. Why did you not find more
than one?

Please,

everyone.

Have you made a decision?

I won't be coming back.

I'm married, Johnny.

Oh, no.

What about you? Me? You're the obvious
candidate.

All those in favour of Peter being
foreman?

This court case has ruined everything.

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

Okay, let's go.

Come on, Steve.

Chop, chop.

Let's be having you.

Jesus.

Johnny.

Bloody fool, man. Hey.

Johnny.

Johnny.

Hey.

You're supposed to want me to go back to
the clinic, yeah?

No, today I don't.

You've got an important job to do today
in the trial.

Tomorrow.

Well, I don't know about tomorrow's sun
yet, the day's history, tomorrow's a

mystery, and all that.

You concentrate on the day.

I must go back.

I don't want to waste my time.

Hey, that happens to all of us.

It took me two years, two years, to stop
slipping.

Then one day you just get it.

And all that white noise and
interference, it'll just go away.

You will say what has happened to me,
won't you? I won't need to.

You'll know yourself.

Sure you're going to be all right?

No.

But I've got my vote to make.

So come on, give me your arm.

Now listen, if I fall asleep during the
day, you just give me a bit of nudge.

Say bye, Mummy.

And good luck.

I'll rush back as soon as we've lost.

No, no, no, you take your time.

Get the decision right.

Look, Mum.

I know I was a bit uptight for the first
couple of days.

You've been great.

I couldn't have done it without you.
What was that word you just said?

What? Mum?

Do you know, you haven't called me that
in a long time.

Well, maybe you haven't been one for a
long time.

Can I start again?

Yeah. Do I look all right?

Beautiful.

I'm doing a couple of buttons. I look
even better.

I forgot to mention, my father dropped
by last night. I thought it was urgent.

wanted you to call him.

Something about his school uniform?

Oh, not again.

Why don't you just let it go?

Oh, I don't know. Anyway, I want you to
call him at the office or on the mobile.

All right, thanks.

Good luck.

Bye.

In my opinion, yesterday's discussions
were a little unfocused.

The reason for that, I think, is that we
spent most of our time talking about

Thomas Haynes.

And Thomas Haynes is non -trial here,
Devinder Singh is, so I thought we'd

concentrate on him.

Now, looking back over my notes, it
seems there were certain key pieces of

evidence which were overlooked in the
closing speeches.

Um, I thought if we focus on those...
OK, good idea.

Right,

starting with the shoulder.

What shoulder?

The shoulder allegedly ripped out of its
socket in a bullying incident six

months prior to the murder, which the
defence projected meant that Dubinda

was incapable of committing the crime.

But do we believe that?

I suppose that's my question. He didn't
have an injured shoulder. He carried on

playing cricket, bowling the ball.

Yeah, but there's a difference, isn't
there, between a six -ounce cricket ball

and a bloody great sword.

The prosecution made the point that this
sword -fighting art,

Gottschalk... Gottschalk. Gottschalk.

Taught him to fight with both hands.

So, these wounds could have been made
with just the left hand.

Come on.

Do you really think a 15 -year -old boy
who weighs, what, eight and a half stone

could make that kind of damage with his
left hand?

Why not?

Why not?

Because it's bloody heavy.

That's why, I mean, this thing has got
to weigh a good, what, five or six

pounds? Five pounds.

Yeah, whatever.

You know, have you actually tried
picking this thing up using your weak

No. Oh, that's a surprise.

Yeah, you try. You're about as...

Size and weight. I don't want to touch
it. And we should remember that in Gatka

lessons, these kids train with a
harmless wooden sword that only weighs

two pounds. So in theory, although he
might have been trained to use his left

hand, in reality, the full weight of a
proper sword would prohibit it.

Okay, this is it here. Now, the
prosecution claims that if you were to

these Gatka movements, they would
correspond exactly with the cuts on the

Who'd think that the murderer had to be
versed in the art of Gatka?

What a load of crap.

I mean, I'm sorry, but I defy anyone to
show any connection between these moves

here and these wounds.

Oh, I don't know.

Where, for Christ's sake? Well, this cut
here on the neck, for example, and this

movement here. Very good, tell him. Why
don't you put on your glasses? He's

ready to have another look. Hey. I don't
wear glasses.

OK. What about that guy there?

And this stroke here. Oh, come on,
anything.

Oh, and that one. It's just random
butters. I agree. These wounds, they're

totally random. The angles are all
different. They look like someone was

The defence sort of shut this down in
flames on day one.

Now, this is the cop where Devinder
Singh lay in waiting.

And we know from the police report that
the body was found here.

the head facing north, and that the
sword was found all the way over here,

thank you, in these bushes.

You have to ask yourself, if Devinder
Singh came in this direction and went

in this direction, why would he have
gone all the way over there to throw

the sword?

So, when was the last sighting before
the lollipop murders?

0740, the last sighting on the heath.
And the lollipop man?

751. OK, so, assuming that's correct,
that's 11 minutes for him to kill the

and travel the distance from the murder
scene to the road. Which is just over a

mile. Does that seem right? Yes.

That's right. I'm average fitness and it
takes me eight minutes to run a mile.

So? Just over a mile, in a distress
state, that's nine, nine and a half

Assuming, of course, everybody's watches
are perfectly synchronised. So,

assuming that, that leaves just, what,
19 seconds to commit the murder? That's

enough time. How long does it take to
kill someone with a sword?

Well, I don't know, but 28 stab wounds
with that sword, I mean, that's going to

take a while, isn't it? How long's a
while? Well, I don't know, a while. I

you felt the weight of that sword.
Imagine, like, 28 swings in 90 seconds.

plus that you've got to take into
consideration any deep cuts and the

getting stuck in and bowing our
cartilage. Absolutely.

That's what's going to have happened,
isn't it?

I reckon not less than two minutes.

So, suddenly we've got an expert in stab
wounds.

Oh, this is just ridiculous.

All this evidence.

We're trying to piece it together like
we're detectives or something. But you

heard the judge. That's our job, to
discuss the evidence.

Yes, but the evidence isn't conclusive.

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

I was bullied once.

It's a long time ago now, but I still
remember the sickness in my stomach as I

approached the school gates.

The trouble I went to to cover the
bruising, protecting

them, covering their tracks, walking
along the

walls, looking down at the floor.

Never wanting to attract attention to
myself.

I remember the dreams I had.

Always wanted to be someone else.

Somewhere else.

Sleep was my only friend.

I remember bullying and what it did to
me.

If I'm honest, those bullies have never
left me.

They've followed me all my life.

I've never told anyone that before.

Not even my wife, children.

Thank you for listening.

Actually, I was... I was bullied at
school too.

Not with violence, but with silence.

I was sent to Coventry by my friends.

Funny, me too.

Coincidence, eh?

Most of the people that think this kid's
innocent were bullied themselves.

Anyone else?

You, Johnny?

You look like you're still being
bullied.

No, actually, you're wrong.

See, all my life, I've been a bully.

I can think of a bunch of people like
that man up the back there, like the two

of you who'd trap their pants if they
thought of me right now.

And women, too.

So, your theory is wrong.

Yeah, definitely.

You know, Derek, he...

Suspicion, neglect, count as bullying.

I've been bullied the last six years.

And I know what it's like to hate.

And I know what it's like to inflict
pain.

And I know what it's like to want to get
even.

But that doesn't necessarily mean you
want to kill someone.

No. So why else do you think he did it?

I don't know.

Something about his calmness. No, it had
something to do with another word

beginning with C, his culture.

These Sikhs are fanatics. They live for
fighting. They kill for fun.

I'm glad I tell her the fucking hun
could join us today. Look, this boy did

It's in his culture.

Changing his mind is not even in his
frame of reference.

That's so wrong. Of course he could
change his mind. That made perfect sense

me. He was all mixed up with his culture
and his history of proud resistance.

And at the same time, he's just trying
to be a normal English kid right now.

He was confused. That's why he cut off
his hair. That's why he threw away the

turban. Do me a favour. He threw away
the turban because it was covered in

kid's fucking blood.

Good afternoon.

All the judge wants to see you.

Do you know why? It's perfectly normal.
He just wants to see how you're getting

on.

Remember when you enter the court, no
talking among yourselves. Also try to

avoid eye contact with people in the
public gallery.

Would the foreman please stand?

Mr Foreman, have you reached a verdict
upon which you all agree?

No.

In that case, members of the jury, the
time has now come where I can accept a

majority verdict. That is a verdict
where at least ten of you agree.

I will accept ten to two, eleven to one,
four, or against. Please retire once

more.

Thank you.

Well, was it just me, or did anyone else
feel like we had a complete failure?

The more I was, I can't remember the
feeling. I think we're doing very well.

know, the fact that we're taking so long
means we're taking it seriously.

Right, well, I suppose we should carry
on.

We were discussing speech culture.
Before we get back into that, you know,

like to know what you think.

Me? Yeah, well, you're now the official
foreman. You've put a lot of...

time and thought into this, and, you
know, you're an intelligent, responsible

man who has an opinion. I mean, I think
we deserve to know what that opinion is.

Absolutely. Well, in my opinion, the
former should stay impartial as long as

can. Well, we've been here for hours,
and the rest of us are getting a little

bit snow -blind.

We'd like to know.

Um, the truth is...

No, I don't know what I think anymore.

On the one hand, the evidence against
this boy is compelling.

You know, we have motive, we have the
weapon, intent.

Well, thank you. But do I think the
evidence is compelling enough to

No. Therefore, can I be 100 % certain
that this boy is guilty? No.

I can't.

And similarly with the defence. You
know, we have compelling character

to suggest that this boy is innocent.

We have a seemingly racist police force
hell -bent on a quick conviction.

But do we have hard evidence to prove
he's innocent?

No.

So can we be absolutely certain of his
innocence?

No.

Right, well, strictly speaking, we
should return a verdict of not guilty.

Not because we believe in his innocence,
but simply because we are unable to

prove guilt.

Well, you know, there's something about
that that isn't right for me. I don't

want to return a verdict because I don't
know. I want to feel sure. I want to

really believe in my decision.

So how do I do that? Where do I go?
Where do I look for that kind of

Well, the answer to that is in here.

My instincts.

So I closed my eyes and I listened.

Listened to what my heart told me.

And it told me to go back to the first
moment I set eyes on Devinder Singh.

So that's what I did. I went back into
the courtroom and I saw him up there.

And I looked into his eyes.

He was a frightened little boy.

Shaking.

And I realised that when all is said and
done, this is still a murder case with

28 stab wounds.

28.

And my instinct told me that this kid
could never do that. OK, one cut maybe.

One cut in anger. But not this
protracted... Once in Parnage!

Nothing weird.

So my instinct still tells me what it
told me the moment I first set eyes on

him.

But can I prove it? No, I can't prove
it. It's just my instinct. And in this

case, I'm afraid.

That's all we've got.

So who else did it? That's not the
point. It is the point.

It's the only frigging point.

What have we all been so coy about with
this kid? What?

This kid did it.

Look at the evidence.

28 stab wounds. He blew his top. He lost
it. With an injured arm. He didn't have

an injured arm. The timing didn't make
sense then. According to unsynchronised

watches. There is no way. I mean, I do
not see this kid doing what.

28 stab wounds.

What are you all doing?

You're listening to your heart and not
your head. Come on.

voting for something that flies in the
face of everything.

We've been sitting about here for hours,
right, and quite frankly, I've got

cramps in my arse and I've got a split
headache. I mean, I say, why don't we

take a vote?

All right, all right, all right. All
those who find the defendant not guilty,

raise your hand.

Four. Oh, my God.

If one of you changes your mind, we've
got a verdict.

I certainly shall not be changing mine.

And I won't be changing mine either.

Don't look at me.

At the start of this trial, you said
that the boy was guilty.

Why?

Well... I don't know.

Maybe it's cos I've seen the way you all
sympathise with him, cos he's been

bullied. You know, seen the compassion
in your eyes.

Well, I've spent six years with a man
who's had sympathy wherever he goes, and

know firsthand the cruelty he's capable
of, and that's why I've always think

this kid could have done it.

But, you know, maybe... Yeah, and...
And, uh...

I don't know.

But you do.

Lacey.

Then we all know, won't we?

We have that little voice inside of us
that tells us when to trust someone.

And when not, or when you believe
something, or when not... Wade, stop

Just close your eyes, Rose.

And listen to that voice, because that
is your instinct speaking to you. I

can't. Oh, yes, you can.

Just close your eyes. Peter, this isn't
right.

What did they do? You'll need...

guilty you know what you've done you

voted for a happy ending but sometimes
there isn't a happy ending well done

proud of you

That's it.

That's us.

That's it, they're done.

Okay, they've decided.

Well, there's nothing left to say, but
good luck.

No.

There's nothing left to say but thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Would the foreman please rise?

Please confine yourself to answering yes
or no to the following question.

Have you reached a verdict upon which at
least ten of you agree?

Yes. Do you find the defendant guilty or
not guilty?

Not guilty.

What? Why did you do this? I asked for
the defendant to be discharged.

Yes, of course, the defendant is
discharged.

Not guilty.

There's a lot of trouble out there.

They can't just let us out, is that it?

Doesn't anyone protect us?

No.

You're not seriously going to let us go
out there, are you, love?

Well, you want to go home, don't you?

I would remind you it is a criminal
offence for any juror to talk to the

about their experiences.

It is also an offence to disclose the
names or addresses of any of the other

jurors. OK, ladies and gents, that's it.
You're free to go.

Thanks a lot.

Yeah, thanks Dan.

Justice?

You call this justice?

Say something.

Quick.

Quick.

Are you just going to go?

Am I not going to see you again?

I don't know, Johnny.

Look, this isn't right. I need more
time.

I don't understand.

You just can't be happy.

Goodbye,

Jonah.

Didn't Marion tell you? There was
something I wanted to say to you. Oh,

it's over now.

No, no, the tunnel. The police never
checked it. I spoke to some

and they were there when the frogmen
went diving and they were quite certain.

The police never looked there. Let it
go, Michael. Look, I'm telling you,

where he threw away the uniform.

Really? Is that so?

He did it, Peter.

He did it. The boy did it. God damn it.

From the first time you found out that I
was a juror on this trial, you tried to

hijack the whole thing. You barged your
way in. You jumped into my spotlight,

trying to make yourself feel important.

Can't you just accept this is none of
your business?

I'm going to let it be on your
conscience.

If that uniform is in there, then one of
those brains.

Be right back.

See?

You did.

I've always wondered what I feel like.

I've spent so long imagining what it'd
be like when I've gone, Len.

You barely noticed me being here.

I know this trial would do it when the
sun has come.

First chance you'd be off.

I can't keep locked away.

I can't keep you from the rest of the
world.

I thought it was the only way to keep
you.

Could have kept me a hundred different
ways.

attracting me, loving me properly.

Most of all, by not doing what you did.

I know you've got the excuse you've been
looking for.

I don't think you'll ever know how
devoted I've been to you.

Not enough for you to fall into the arms
of the first man to come along.

It's not about that, and you know it.

What are you going to do?

Dunno. What about me? How am I going to
cope?

A few years back, they gave you a red
berry.

I think the least they expected is that
you could cope.

What are you doing?

Drinking.

Unfortunately, all we have is this sweet
cherry we bought for your mother.

I think I may have had a little too
much.

Why don't you get in the shower and I'll
put on some coffee?

Would that be the leaking, spitting
shower that doesn't work in a rotting

avocado bathroom without a bath?

God, what is the matter with you? Fat.

That is the matter with me.

The stock Mark Waters recommended, the
diabetes stock, the one I doubted, the

one I thought he was making up, went
through the roof. What had that got to

with us?

I pulled out.

What do you mean? I mean, I pulled out.

Didn't have the balls.

Wait a second.

Are you saying...

At one point, you were going to go
through with this?

At one point, he had the deeds to this
place in his hands.

No! Jesus Christ!

Mum?

How could you do that? You see, it would
have changed everything.

What? The house.

Laughter. We'd have had it all back. It
would have changed nothing.

The size of the room, maybe the quality
of the furniture, but it wouldn't

have... What about us?

Wouldn't it have changed that? What need
for changing? I want that look in your

eyes that you had before. You'll get it
back, I promise.

But only when you move on.

Don't you think that's what I was trying
to do? No.

You were trying to move back.

Back to what we had.

But... You're beautiful.

It's gone. It's gone forever.

Shortly before Elsie died, she told me
her life story.

And in particular, her struggle against
loneliness.

Her long and unsuccessful search for her
son.

And hearing it, I was struck by a
powerful sense of injustice.

That someone so kind should suffer so
much.

But Elsie didn't succumb to this.

She came to the trial every day in order
to make a difference to someone else's

life.

while her own life was slipping away
before our eyes.

And this sacrifice did make a difference
to all our lives.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, you look... You look great.

Oh, thanks.

And you? Um, different.

Oh, yeah?

Thanks.

So you like the, uh...

You like the new smart look, yeah?

Yeah,

Eddie's got me in a pretty tight rein.

I'm working 40 hours.

I'm three meals a day and I'm paying
tax.

I've got a job.

I'm working down at the job centre.

What about you?

I'm back at work at the salon.

Oh, wow.

Actually, a friend just asked me if I'd
like to go 50 -50 opening up our own

business. Oh.

Well, that's great.

Are you seeing anyone?

No.

I mean, apart from the fact that there
isn't anyone now.

Strictly forbidden, you know, until my
one -year ban is up.

How long left?

Oh, well, five months, three weeks, four
days.

Right.

And this ban, does that include trips to
the cinema and

walks in the park on a Thursday
afternoon?

I could check it out.

Well, if it doesn't, it's my number.

Call me.

OK.

Hello.

Stop saying great.

Right.

Peter?

Peter?

You've got a minute?

Yes.

My wife

took me away, you know, for a break.

I was having trouble sleeping as it
happens.

Anyway, while I was away, I get to
thinking.

Right.

And I'm thinking, why was I so convinced
that this kid had done it?

I mean, there was no concrete evidence,
was there, either way? No, no.

What did that say about me? What did
that say?

Anyway, listen.

I came to apologise.

You know, for having so little faith in
everything.

I think you were right.

Right?

You know about the kid?

You were right, weren't you?

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