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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?