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What are you doing?

of a booze.

The jury believes that you did not intend to kill Luanne Gardner.

Nevertheless, you will go to prison for ten years.

Peter Gerald McKee, you are a wicked, controlling, and calculating man.

You found Trevor Booth and encouraged your common -law wife to indulge in

violent and dangerous sexual practices with him. You saw an opportunity to cash

in on a valuable property she had only recently made over to you.

You are sentenced to life imprisonment.

I never wanted her dead.

I loved her.

Do you understand what love is?

Do you?

Abandon hope all ye who enter here, Jimmy.

Still find it incredible he was convicted on that evidence.

The booth's been out for three years.

Yeah.

You should be out on parole by now, Peter.

Yeah. Easy.

Just say I did it.

You've taken a degree, have you? Two.

And don't patronise me, Jimmy.

What's in?

Psychology.

And law.

I'll make you a QC yet?

Last I heard, they were going to be abolished.

Cleo's dean first, I hope.

She tried hard to get you acquitted.

Nine years ago, you were spitting blood at her.

You're not going for this without Cleo.

You forget.

I can spell jurisprudence.

You want to prejudice your appeal.

Anything to do with her being your head of chambers now? Don't knock Cleo. She

ran a very spirited defence. She never believed me.

I never heard her say that. She thought I was some sort of pervert.

She never believed that I just wanted Lou to be happy.

I never encouraged Lou into that rough stuff.

I could have appealed back then if it hadn't been for Madam Steen spraying her

advice around like manna from heaven.

She's the one who condemned me to this.

I'll bet you a thousand pounds she won't let go of this one.

We want you.

It looks like I've gone behind her back to steal a high -profile case.

She do to you.

Look, the only reason McKee didn't top himself was that you and I believed in

him. I got emotionally involved.

Yeah, well, I heard you still do it from time to time.

Look, tell Cleo to her face.

Hmm? Tell it out for her.

Cleo, the defendant, does not want you. You tell her, Jimmy. It's your job.

You're not scared of her, are you?

Hold on there, and I'll ring if I need help.

Do you think you will?

It'll be fine.

I'll come and get the rest of the stuff.

Sometime. I thought it was a good arrangement, Molly, what we had.

Look, I can't talk about this now.

The impression I got was, actually, you really didn't want to live with Farmer.

In fact, not someone you would actually want to live with at all.

I want us to stay friends.

And you're wrong.

About him.

Oh, I'm wrong.

I've been getting it wrong for some time, then.

Jerry, you're in remission.

Live your life the way you want to. Stop pretending.

Your political career isn't worth you becoming a hypocrite.

Oh, good.

In remission.

Wife can check out now.

Can I help you carry your bag? I stayed because I cared about you and because it

was my duty.

Which?

Care or duty?

Which? Both.

Do you think I'm going to let you have a divorce?

Forget it.

You married a Catholic, a left -footer. I'm always in one.

Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean that.

I'm not going to give you a divorce.

And you are going to read some shit about yourself because I know a lot of

journos who are going to screw you into it. I've been loyal to you for all these

years. You better watch out for the journalists who aren't journalists. You

what I was when you married me. No! You wanted the life.

Oh, great.

What have you got to say?

Not much.

What about you?

I didn't know you bought the tabloids. The horoscope, no. Have you seen this?

Yeah.

Dangerous driving.

Ooh, big time.

Zancy Tucker.

This Tucker is half of Lax and Lazy. Rap singer. Which one?

Lax.

Tell you how bad the driving was.

You were in the Crown Court.

When's Cleo back from Switzerland?

I've just seen her.

I can't imagine you as a hooligan, Ray. I was 18 at the time.

They did my head examining.

Scanlon, once part of a notorious group of Chelsea supporters, is now on his

second Ferrari and lives in a £1 million house in Dorking.

All publicity's good publicity.

Mo, you've had 30 years to organise this place and I still can't find anything.

What was that about publicity?

You have a nice time, miss.

Beckham. We were talking about Beckham.

Who?

She'll make a good judge.

Will you tell Henry I need to talk to him?

What about, miss?

Peter McKee's appeal.

Will you be doing it, miss?

Of course.

Nasty.

Cutthroat trial, wasn't it?

Shall I tell Mr Farmer? Better not.

Haven't heard officially.

There may be some promising grounds for appeal.

Why did you never appeal straight after, Miss?

By the way, I've been meaning to tell you for weeks.

The earring doesn't suit you.

Makes you look like a football hooligan.

Your fashion sense is always impeccable.

Miss?

took that?

Well, it could have been Booth.

That's what they met.

The primitive fence that they can hit.

Very strange obsession.

Plane spotting.

Oh, yeah.

Where's Trevor Booth now?

Oh, he's semi -respectable.

Works for a furniture restorer in Crouch End.

So many questions never answered.

Why didn't Luan run off with Booth?

Why didn't McKee do anything about being impotent?

No Viagra then, Henry.

Why did he insist that Luan and Booth do it at their home if he didn't want to

watch? He's a control freak.

The judge called him controlling.

Yeah, well, that had a big effect on the jury.

And yet McKee insists they were a happy couple right to the end. He never wanted

to leave her, she never wanted to leave him.

Yeah, well, all we can do is put forward the new evidence and hope it makes a

difference, that's all.

I just feel it's all too late.

What about that friend of Luanne's who was going to give evidence and then let

us down?

We try and find her?

Barbara?

Rob.

I haven't got legal aid yet.

Raid the coffee money. I won't charge for the advice.

What about your Clio gets back in?

Fiver, isn't it? A thousand.

So she talks your client around.

You can't talk McKee around about anything.

There's one for you, Trevor.

Some birdies riding.

She's seen it.

I'm finished.

Nice one of you.

Jimmy Kalina's on the phone for you. Jimmy Kalina?

Isn't he Peter McKee's solicitor?

Yeah, I'm doing a lot with Jimmy at the moment.

Will you tell her?

Hey. Welcome

to

the rest of your life.

About bloody time.

As soon as that thing is moved without a key, it should send a signal. No

signal. Ray, can you get me Jimmy Kalina's mobile number?

Well, it's not in any colour pound. I mean, he'd send a signal if the police

moved it. Really?

Well, it just doesn't make sense.

Well, it's brand new.

Well, my insurance are having kittens.

Hello.

Peter kept saying, give her what she wants.

He said, she knows what she's doing.

She'll be all right.

And you never realized how dangerous it was?

No.

I mean, I wasn't the first one.

But they were experienced. They'd done it all before.

Go after Trevor Booth.

No. He was an innocent in all this.

He'd done his time.

I don't believe this.

Are you trying to tell me you've forgiven him now? Aren't you being a bit

Christian about this, Peter?

You'd turn to God if you'd spent nine years in this sewer.

He lied about you to get himself off. Leave Trevor alone.

He panicked.

He thought he was going down for murder. Have you never considered he might have

meant to kill Luanne because he enjoyed it or because he was angry with her?

What could I do if I wanted Luanne to stay with me?

She was my best friend in the world.

I should have seen how dangerous it was getting.

I'd gladly have done time for that.

I didn't know she was going that far.

And Trevor's a victim too.

He had no control over himself.

Go after the judge.

If we use Grandage's summing up as our main grounds for appeal, they'll ask why

we didn't appeal within the time limit.

Because Cleostine QC told me not to. Because Grandage was in her chambers and

she wanted to suck up to him.

That's slander, Peter.

And what about me? I was part of her team. I went along with the original

decision not to appeal.

Yeah, and it's stuck in your throat.

So tell their lordships that and maybe they'll understand why we ditched him.

Did you choose me for this appeal because of my brains and talent or

thought it'd be a pushover?

Misdirection by the judge is the most effective way to win this appeal.

What else have you got?

Oh, her solicitor found a previous letter saying she intended leaving me

house from five years before, which she never acted on.

What about Luanne's friend, Barbara?

She was close to Luanne.

She knew you were happy together.

Forget it. She let me down.

I don't forgive.

Okay.

We'll see where a mail -order degree in law gets us. I'll send someone in to

take dictation from you, and then we can all get down on our knees and pray.

Will.

You seem to have hit quite a few cars.

Nobody killed? Seriously injured?

Nope.

No booze? No drugs?

So, what's your excuse?

Well, you've got the money.

Let's put up a defense.

My learned friend has made much of my client being on the wrong side of the

motorway. Zigzagging across the road from side to side. But place yourself in

Miss Tucker's shoes for a moment.

We've already established that the signposting of the diversion was

And you've seen the photograph of the scene.

All those traffic cones.

Looking like an examination for the advanced driving test.

On a particularly remote corner of the moon.

Not happy?

Had enough.

I hoped it would be the same when she took over, but I'm not appreciated.

She's only one person.

She's the figurehead.

She sets the tone.

You can't go.

You're the only one who knows what's going on in this place. You're the heart

and soul.

Not worth it if it isn't fun.

Early retirement for me.

If you go, I'm off too.

I can just about put up with her when she's happy.

When she's in a mood, it's like working inside the fridge.

God help us when she finds out about the McKee up here.

There's something going on. I came in here the other day and she was in a

Red eyes, dabbing make -up on to cover her tears.

What?

What? Take a good look at my face.

You'll see my smile looks out of place.

If you look closer, it's easy to trace the facts of my

feelings.

Grandage. He's a trial judge.

Remind me to tell you about Saul Grandage one day.

Still around, isn't he?

Just about.

Paying for his sins, one hopes.

Should never have got away with that summing up.

But the right result, I tell.

Well, that's the worst verdict I've seen.

Would you stand by with tea and biscuits while someone was trying to choke your

wife with her tights?

Didn't he make a packet selling her house?

Why not? They've been together long enough.

No.

They'll show you the door on that one.

Thank you for the preview of their lordship's mindset, Dad. I'll make a

note of it.

Come to the country next weekend?

Dogs, clay pigeons, wax jackets.

My thing.

I imagine not.

So I'd have a lousy time.

Good food?

Why? Log fires?

Look, it's nice of you to ask.

I'm sure it's well meant.

Bring the adulteress.

She writes a city column, doesn't she? I hear she's quite bright.

Let's run the rule over her.

Let them know, then, is this, for the weekend.

Client? No.

Broker?

Aromatherapist?

I don't think so.

Give him one?

If he is, he isn't doing her any good.

Can you put the word out on a stolen Ferrari for me?

Probably churning up the sand in Abu Dhabi by now.

Have a look at that.

Nice motor.

You've never mentioned your father before.

Mum was his secretary.

They divorced when I was ten.

He hasn't helped you or anything?

He started a new family.

Almost forgot I accepted till recently.

Say yes.

Never seen a judge face to face.

I got a letter from Zach from Australia.

He likes you.

Let it ring.

Come on.

Hello?

What is it?

Gerry collapsed in a committee at the House of Commons.

I'll ring you later.

You can't drive.

You certainly can't.

I'm in a cab.

Why can't you see? We can be good. I can't be without you.

Please come away. It's got to happen. I must warn you, Luan, if you stay with

Pete, you will die a slow death.

Yeah, there's no more use to us now than it was then.

Who else but Booth could have written it?

It says, Luan will die a slow death with Peter. That came true, didn't it?

It's a common expression, Jim.

I agree with Cleo at the time. It could have gone against us. I mean, look at

the writing.

How can we prove that he wrote it? Do you remember? We tried a handwriting

expert.

Find out if he did a literacy course when he was in Chokey.

Why?

If Booth was obsessionally jealous as well as violent, he had a much more

pressing motive for murder than McKee.

I could just get him in the box.

Yeah, but we can't call him.

And the prosecution aren't going to, are they?

Why won't Jimmy Kalina return my corpse?

Anybody any idea?

Out of supplies?

No. I think you'll find everything you need.

What's this?

What is this?

It's a letter to the registrar of the Court of Appeal, Miss.

For?

Detailing new evidence in the McKee appeal.

Mr Farmer was intending to put it in front of you?

Where is Mr Farmer? I think I just heard him going out, Al.

How is one supposed to negotiate this safely?

It's raining.

Parts of the road are lit and parts are not.

Confused, my client takes the wrong turn. Suddenly, there are headlights

towards her. I know what's going on. Oh, I know exactly what's going on. Bye.

You prick!

You smarmy, conniving snake!

You're trying to steal the McKee appeal from me.

No. Oh, right.

It's my brief!

Is Kalina mad?

No, McKee's mad.

He's found God and got an LLB from the Open University and doesn't want to take

advice from anybody. I remember that trial.

You were a bloody nuisance from beginning to end. You don't need it.

McKee just wants someone there as a doorman. You were so green, you thought

Bono was a rock star. McKee doesn't want you.

He thinks you're screwed up.

And he wants you instead?

Oh, well, he has gone mad.

What advice have you given so far? I can't get a bloody word in edgeway.

Find where Jimmy Kalina is and get me a car. Don't do it. It would be very

humiliating.

Don't underestimate me.

Hello, Barbara.

Remember me?

Honey.

They don't convict wrongly that often, do they?

More often than you'd think.

I didn't like him.

I was Luan's friend, not his.

I didn't think they'd convict him.

Well, they did.

And he's still inside.

And I think you could have helped him.

Lou was my best friend.

If what they said about Peter was true, I'd never have forgiven myself.

We believe we can prove that Lou always wanted Pete to have that house.

Come on, Barbara.

It's a man's life.

All right, love.

Call me if you need me.

I'll tell you now, if you don't know already.

Your head of chambers, Cleo's team, has her eye on the bench.

And I don't think it'll be too long before she gets there.

Everything all right?

I've always had a soft spot for Cleo.

She'd be a definite asset.

Raises a shop, still looks like a girl.

Husband a billionaire.

How's that an asset?

What? How's her husband being a billionaire an asset to the bench?

It's not an asset to the bench. I never said it was.

You said it just then.

She rang me. Talk about you, by the way.

What did she say?

She said she thought you'd harm your career if you took this appeal.

What did you say to that?

I told her not to be such a cow.

If the client doesn't want her, that's her bad luck.

I'm very worried about him.

Looks all right to me.

I think he's losing his mind.

Really? His memory, short term.

And he's so cut off these days.

Half the time he's here, he sits in that dump of his at the bottom of the

garden.

What do your girls think?

I don't see it.

Unanimous. Nothing wrong with them.

Henry, I've never said this.

He treated your mother very badly.

You must feel bitter.

Not anymore, Faith.

All this contact's a bit strange, huh?

I think you feel guilty.

At a chance.

He loved you.

Thank you.

Now a clean room scene for me.

Okay, thank you.

I did.

I hear you've just been to communion.

Well, I think Mr. Kalina has told you why I'm here.

You wanted a right of appeal.

I'm going to lead, and with my advice, we're going to win.

I'm still here because of your advice.

No, Peter.

You're still here because you wanted to be a martyr.

And because Trevor Booz was ruthless in the witness box and you weren't.

Jimmy, I told you this wouldn't work. You need the weight and reputation of a

silk. Now, I'm afraid these things matter in the Court of Appeal. Just tell

why you didn't go after that judge.

If you appeal now on the basis of the Saul Grandage's misdirection, it will

be successful.

Any more than it would have been last time.

You came all this way to tell me that?

Grandage directed properly.

on the basis of evidence we can now see, was incomplete.

The sale of your wife's property, her sexual activities. I think we can bring

cogent new evidence that if we'd been given the full facts, the jury couldn't

properly have convicted you.

But it's not the judge's fault.

Why risk putting their lordship's backs up?

That's the last thing I want.

Good. Well, that's a start.

What have you got to offer?

Real. I know all three judges who will be hearing your appeal.

I know their strengths and their weaknesses.

What was the result of your meeting with Henry Farmer?

Well, we don't see eye to eye on the approach.

But I've got a lot of time for Mr. Farmer.

Well, much as you may be seduced by his charm, he has the reputation of a

maverick. That may work in Snairsbrook, but they won't feel comfortable with

him. I don't think that's fair, Cleo.

I'm losing my mind in here.

I want to clear my name.

Well, you should know, Jimmy.

They'll surely ask why I'm not heading this appeal.

And they may come to the conclusion that I think it's hopeless.

Or worse.

I've always believed you were innocent, Peter.

Truly.

You'd be the only one I'd never forgive.

Are you sure about this, Peter?

I promise you won't regret it.

You have heard from the police that when he was arrested, McKee showed almost as

much concern for the man who had just killed his partner and who had betrayed

him endlessly in his own house as he did for the dead woman.

What are we to make of that?

You're no fun.

Tell me about Judge Grandage and Cleo Steen.

Cleo Steen?

I'm going to tell you about Grandage and your mother.

It's hard not to be influenced by what the police say, but I'm not sure.

And yes, something has been on my conscience.

Luan and Trevor used to meet together in pubs.

She didn't want Peter to know.

I saw them.

This is a letter I found.

She sent it when she was away in Germany, plane -spotting.

I've got carried away with Trevor.

And I'm scared of where that's going.

Why didn't you tell us?

When the police interviewed me, they said they thought maybe Peter had set

Trevor up because he was jealous.

A way of getting both of them.

And you believed that?

I didn't like Peter, did I?

Surely the fact that Miss Tucker managed to avoid more than glancing blows with

the oncoming traffic is actually a testimony to her driving skill.

Rather than the reverse.

Jack, about this Ferrari.

Those villains that your Mrs. Neville used to knock apart.

That lot.

Total nutters. I tell you, they had so many motors away, they were letting new

BMWs go for 800 quid.

Why do you think these lads moved Nick Ray's Ferrari?

Unless they thought it was a Vauxhall.

That's got four legs on the badge, hasn't it?

No, no, no.

They're safely tucked away.

One of them tried selling a Lexus to the DCI at West Ham, Nick.

Anyway, you've got a good insurance broker and he's put you with a reputable

underwriter.

Haven't you?

Oh, naturally they're being a bit iffy when you think of the price of a new

masterpiece from the craftsman at Maranella.

Parker Peabody.

Parker with a P?

Yeah.

Peabody the same?

Yeah. Very good at offering bargain rates on supercars, but a trifle

when it comes to the matter of paying out on claims.

You know, a good brief, right? And estimates of her speed are quite

on the part of other witnesses, who were themselves, let us be charitable, in

shock. A good brief? Because otherwise, surely, the consequences might indeed

have been tragic.

Present company accepted.

He's in love with a client.

Thinks if he gets her off, he'll score.

Stroke. But I don't know what's caused it.

You probably can't hear me, Geraint. I never thought I'd say this, but I

actually find myself sitting here hoping you'll get better.

Henry, I couldn't stop her seeing you.

Fine, miss.

Pragmatic.

I know it's irregular, but I need your help on the key.

I didn't think Cleo'd get around it. Don't tell me. She told him how much

always believed in his innocence.

You owe me a grand.

Gee, I think Barbara Rolfe might do something for us.

I'm not instructed.

Rolf saw Booth having a row with Luanne the week before she died, and that's

dying in my dying mind if you're writing about the letter.

But McKee and Clear won't go for it. I've got to talk them round. I'm not

instructed, so my advice is not insured.

Right.

Well, this is a personal check.

I like a bet.

A one and three north.

Come on, Peter. You've got an appeal.

Peter?

I really am sorry.

I know you felt passionately about this case. Almost as passionately as you want

to be a judge.

But sadly, without my experience and reputation, this appeal will fail.

If only there were a way we could work together.

It's never too late.

Well, it is. I've approached someone else, actually. Jimmy?

Do you want to sit down for this?

Peter McKee got beaten up last night.

He'll recover, but according to the prison...

It was a lover's tip.

Isn't he supposed to be impotent?

That's not good for us if that gets out.

Why are you looking shifty?

He's changed his mind again.

He still wants you to lead the appeal, but he wants Henry as well, and I'm

afraid that's my decision too.

Well, obviously, Henry knows the case backwards.

The only way to win this is to go after Boone.

Unfortunately, not forwards as well.

Yeah, you wanted to know if Booth did the literacy course. The answer's no.

Is Barbara Rolfe sure she saw Luann and Booth rowing the exact week before the

murder? Yes, absolutely.

I just looked at the transcript of the trial. She must have got the dates

She doesn't have to be specific about when it was. She's certain she saw. I

think it might be better if she's specific.

Advise her to stick to the week before. Don't tell her she was mistaken.

But why?

Prosecution will challenge her. That's good.

That's what we want.

Truth will out.

You've lost me.

I think we might be able to track them into calling Booth.

Can we bury the hatchet? What hatchet?

Just a bit of creative tension.

Saul Grandage?

Just passing by or haunting us?

Mrs. T.

I appear for the appellant, Peter McKee, with Mr. Farmer.

My learned friend, Miss Cheeseman, with Miss Mandir, appears for the Crown as

respondent.

My first ground for appeal, if your Lordship should see fit to allow it,

concerns the motive for the murder.

It was established at the trial that the appellant, McKee, tried to sell the

property belonging to the deceased.

his common -law wife, Luanne Gardner. She had inherited the house from her

mother and had been living there with Mr McKee for more than ten years.

McKee insisted Gardner had always wanted him to have the house, but the

prosecution of the trial made much of the fact that Gardner made a will

the house to McKee only days before her death. In fact, Gardner wrote a letter

to her solicitor five years before, which has only just come to light.

We submit this makes nonsense of the fact that the house was transferred

duress.

Miss Cheesman. My Lord, we won't be challenging that the document is

What we do challenge is the assumption that it represented the deceased's

wishes, because as the solicitor failed to act on it, we must surely assume that

the deceased changed her mind, which was why Peter McKee needed that second

will. Now, whether it was or was not...

made under Durer, he got it, and then days later he was present at the house

when his common -law wife was killed.

I leave it to you, my lord, to decide on the basis of the documents we have

presented. Thank you.

That's our first exorcist shot away without being a whimper.

Don't make such a fuss about doing it. Not put up a fight. What's wrong with

her?

Haunted, I'd say.

I shall probably take the opportunity to retire quite soon.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Your husband's in the news.

Yes, the Baron's on a roll.

Deal left, right and centre.

I don't know why you bother to work.

You don't need to.

You could write brilliant books or renovate a castle or something.

I enjoy the lawnmower.

Mrs. Dean, we will not reach any final judgment until you've concluded your

arguments, but in order not to mislead, our provisional view of the letter is

that, though significant as evidence, it would be most unlikely of itself to

render this conviction unsafe.

My Lord, I would like to call Barbara Rolfe.

Miss Rolfe was a friend of Gardner's and was understandably emotionally involved

for some time after her death and did not feel able to appear for the defence.

She feels now that she could be of help to the court in explaining the

relationship between Luanne Gardner and Peter Mickie.

As you're proposing to call a new witness who did not appear at the trial,

well as having to satisfy us that you could not have called the witness then

that the evidence is credible, you run the risk of the prosecution calling

evidence in rebuttal.

We accept all this, my lord.

How close were you and Luanne Gardner?

She was my best friend.

If Luanne did anything or felt anything, she always told me about it.

Did she ever say she was unhappy with Peter McKee?

Luanne always said they were happy, apart from Peter's impotence.

They had a lot in common.

What, for example?

They had this obsession with aeroplanes.

It was their life outside work.

And they were still doing this right up until the time of Luanne's death, were

they? Oh, yes.

They were fanatic about it.

What did Luanne tell you about her sex life?

Luanne made Peter an ultimatum.

She said she wanted to sleep with other men if he wouldn't see a doctor.

But he still wouldn't, and the rest just followed.

When I found out what she was up to, I was a bit shocked.

Picking up young blokes, using them.

Where was Peter McKee on these occasions?

He was always there, in the house.

He didn't want her going away from him.

Those were his terms.

And when did this escalate into rougher sex?

Only a few months before she died.

Luanne admitted she enjoyed it, to begin with.

She didn't tell me the whole story, but I'd say she was anxious and a bit

frightened. Did Luanne ever tell you it was Peter who got her into heavy sex?

No.

I just knew it was happening.

You said that the appellant always wanted to know where the deceased was.

you say that was controlling?

In a way, yes.

In the circumstances, it's extraordinarily controlling, wouldn't

It's how Peter was, but... Why didn't you appear for the defence at the

trial?

I was very confused, I suppose. I put it to you that you believed Peter McKee

was guilty, and that's why you didn't leap to his defence.

I couldn't understand how he could let Luan take those risks.

But when you were told what he stood to gain...

You began to wonder.

Yes.

I did at the time, yes, but... I put it to you that you have been under great

pressure to appear for the appellant. I didn't know about Luanne's first letter,

leaving the house to Peter.

Now, you say that Luanne didn't tell you the whole truth about the rough sex.

Did she tell you it was her idea or Trevor Booth's idea?

I don't know who started it. Did she tell you it definitely was not the

appellant, Peter McKee?

I don't understand.

Did she categorically say it was nothing to do with Peter?

No. No, because Peter was always there, wasn't he? And if Peter had wanted to

stop it, Peter could have stopped it, but he never did, did he? Did Luan tell

you that he ever tried to stop it?

No.

Thank you.

We only have two more shots.

Peel against Grandage and introduce the booze letter. This is just a bloody

rerun of ten years ago. I can't work with you.

I know why you didn't appeal Grandage before.

I know he was a bastard. I know he seduced and abused a lot of vulnerable

women in this profession.

Stop this now. Women who were frightened of him, women who were frightened for

their careers, legal secretaries.

My mother, for example.

My dad caught her on the rebound from that experience, and there were more

later. Smart young barristers on the way up. You're mad.

Shut up. I spoke to somebody who shared a room with you years ago, and Jared

called. He wasn't the only person who knew about you and Grandage.

Are you saying that you think I would put something like that before

a man's life?

It was neurological.

It was a tumor caused by hemorrhage.

Any hope at all?

I'm deciding whether it's worth operating.

I love thee to the level of every day's

most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely as men strive for right.

I love thee purely as they turn from praise.

Who are you?

Simon.

Simon.

Hello, Simon.

Why can't you see we can be good? I can't be without you.

Please come away. It's got to happen.

I must warn you Luan, if you stay with Pete you will die a slow death.

It's today, isn't it?

Forgetting her celebrity for a moment, Miss Tucker is not a dangerous driver,

but a victim of our inefficient, outdated and just plain hazardous

system.

Fantastic.

But you can't sleep with her.

Why not?

Why not?

If your Lordship pleases, we would like you to admit misdirection by the trial

judge in his summing up as further ground for appeal.

My Lord, if my learned friend wishes to make the judge's misdirection ground for

appeal, she knows perfectly well she should have pleaded this in writing.

We assume you considered this course of action and rejected it.

It was the subject of profound debate between my learned friend, Mr Farmer,

myself. And it appears you prevailed.

It was while considering the evidence for the current appeal that the judge's

misdirection seemed... more crucial.

Apart from the evidence given by Trevor Booth, there is no other evidence that

Peter McKee instigated and encouraged his wife to risk her life in these

practices.

The judge directed otherwise.

We'll retire to consider whether we'll give you leave to amend your grant.

I heard Grandage's seduction techniques were technically rape.

Okay.

I convinced myself he'd done a good job of summing up.

I hated him.

And I lied to myself that I wasn't scared of him.

We've all done things we're ashamed of.

But that's not all that's bugging you. You've lost your bounce.

Are they gossiping about me in chambers?

Well, you know what they're like.

Cleo's got a toy boy.

He's a private detective.

Why?

I thought the Baron was having an affair.

He's covered most of Europe in the last month.

That's all right. You don't have to... No. Who else am I going to talk to?

You can bloody well listen now.

My lips are sealed.

I thought he was running around after some six -foot super babe.

But it's not a mistress.

Prostitute.

Well, not just the odd one.

Scores of them. Almost every other night.

Dialed up, like pizza.

I mean, he's nearly 60.

There you go.

I'd like to have a go at Trevor Booth.

Last chance saloon.

Don't be silly. They won't call him just so we can re -examine him.

I know it's their achievement.

She won't resist one last chance to rub her nose in it.

We have considered your application to amend your grounds of appeal to raise

alleged misdirections by the trial judge.

Counsel, however senior, cannot pick and choose grounds of appeal by testing the

temperature of the water in this court.

You thought nothing of the point until you saw others fail.

Well, that worked wonders for my career.

Now watch mine go up in smoke.

My lord, we would like to introduce this letter which did not come to light at

the original trial. It is written by Luanne Gardner to Barbara Rolfe and

concerns her relationship with Trevor Booth.

Van Vy Tucker's rung about 50 times today. I take it you got her off.

A triumph?

Oh, wow.

The clerk's room's full of flowers as well.

Mr Scanlon thinks you're having an affair with Elton John.

You can't do this.

Oh, come on, no! If you have carnal knowledge of a client and she goes off

and tells nasty stories, you'll have the Bar Council after you.

So think about it and keep it in your pants.

You can argue this letter, Mr Farmer, because it was discovered later, but you

will need to persuade us of its relevance.

My Lord, it is relevant to this appeal that Peter McKee was not... proven to

have encouraged his common -law wife into violent sex.

I'd therefore like to recall Barbara Rolfe. My Lords, I think we established

cross -examination that Mrs. Rolfe doesn't know who encouraged the

Luanne Gardner's own words, I've got carried away with Trevor and I'm scared

where that's going.

We will have to allow the respondents to cross -examine Mrs Rolfe again and

bring any relevant new evidence they see fit.

We have no objection.

I went into the Black Horse at about five.

It's near where I work, in Creek Road.

And I saw Lou there with Trevor Booth.

Did you speak to them?

No.

I was embarrassed.

I didn't want to disturb them.

And when did this meeting between... Luanne Gardner and Trevor Booth take

It was midweek, the week before Luanne Gardner died.

And you say this was the week before Luanne died, the week of May the 18th?

And was it a weekday, the 19th, the 20th, the 21st?

It was a Thursday.

So the 21st. It must have been because they'd just been paid.

No further questions.

If the, whatchamacallit, on your Ferrari only sends out signals when it's moved

without your key, it must still be where you left it. Don't be funny. I left it

out there behind that skip.

You were under a lot of pressure that day.

I still am.

Cleo wants to turn me into a glorified office boy, and my insurance company are

dodgy. That's 100 grand up in smoke.

You can now earn some serious money, young man.

Police have charged Miss Tucker with assault.

Good job you didn't sleep with her.

Oh, God, is this a joke? And I'm putting you on a higher rate.

Now you're getting above yourself.

You didn't take my advice, did you?

Joke's on you. She doesn't fancy me.

And she hasn't been arrested, neither.

If your Lordship pleases, we would like to call Trevor Booth.

Well done.

Now, you remember the night of Monday, May the 25th, don't you?

Yeah.

You won't forget it very easily.

No. Do you remember exactly what you were doing the week before that fateful

day? Yeah.

I was working up north.

That's right. Now, I believe you brought that up at the trial. It was Newcastle,

wasn't it? Putting up scaffolding outside the town hall?

Uh -huh.

My Lord, I don't remember Mr Boo being challenged on that.

Are you challenging him?

Yes. I would like to enter the following documents.

They are the witnesses' payslips for that week, and they contain a specific

travel allowance.

Then clearly my witness was mistaken as to the date, not that she saw them

arguing in a park. They could have been arguing about aeroplanes.

I take it you wish to cross -examine, Mr Farmer?

Oh, yes, my lord.

I'd also like to introduce a letter found in a desk in Luang Garden's house

new evidence.

Would you look at this?

Well, let me see it first.

What is it? Why didn't it feature in the original trial?

My lord, there was too much doubt about its provenance at the time. It is

unsigned and printed in capital letters.

What has changed exactly?

We now believe it was a love letter.

written by Trevor Booth to Luanne Gardner, which gives a complete lie to

assumption that McKee manipulated Booth, as the prosecution claimed.

In fact, it is a desperate letter written by someone who is obsessively

destructively in love, something already confirmed by Luanne Gardner's own words

in the letter you admitted as evidence. On the contrary, this note warns Luanne

Gardner that her husband wanted to kill her, which I suspect is the real reason

that it was not brought up at the trial.

My Lords, it does not say that. If your lordship pleases, we submitted this note

to a handwriting expert at the time of the trial, but because it was written in

capital letters, they were not able to categorically identify who the writer

was. Therefore, it cannot be allowed.

We'll retire to delivery.

The prosecution seemed to have caught up with the gossip on McKee's new sex

life. Yeah, they're claiming he's had a number of gay liaisons in prison. I'm

afraid they're going to challenge the fact that he was ever impotent if we

close. But if we close, they'll leave it at that. It's a deal, in fact. That's

not a deal. What do we get? They've just realised they've been suckered. No

deal.

Henry, how are you going to get Booth to admit he wrote that letter?

He won't. But if you're right that he skipped literacy classes, we've got a

prayer.

Wasn't that it?

I thought he was your rival. Don't. Look.

Um... Jerry died an hour ago.

I feel so guilty.

Come back home.

Oh, I can't. I've got such a lot of things to sort out. My head's splitting.

Come on.

No, you're... I'm trying to win an appeal. You can't help me. Go on, go on,

back. Get some sleep and Simon will look after me.

Go ahead, Mr Palmer. I would like to know quickly where this is going.

Please come away, it's got to happen. I must warn you, Luan, if you stay with

Pete, you will die a slow death.

Do you recognise these words?

No.

I really don't, sorry.

Never heard them before?

Never.

So you didn't write this note?

No. I never wrote Luan any notes.

You didn't have these passionate, desperate feelings about Luan? No.

It wasn't like that.

Just cold.

Rough sex, just giving her what she wanted and giving it hard. I object.

The witness has served his sentence. He shouldn't have to be on trial again.

Be quick, Mr Farmer. You're getting nowhere.

Do you agree that this is the work of someone desperate, someone possessive? I

don't know.

No. But if you had written this note... You agree that given the circumstances

of Luanne's death, with you stopping her breathing to induce a prolonged orgasm,

it would shed a different light on her killing? I object. My learned friend of

accusing the witness of murder.

My learned friend used the word.

I am saying that if the person who wrote this note also had his hands on Luanne

Gardner's neck, it would make a nonsense of the prosecution case that Peter

McKee egged him on to get rid of his wife.

It would imply a very different triangle altogether.

We'll adjourn.

Would that be a convenient moment, Mr Farmer?

I didn't want this.

Trevor didn't mean to kill her.

The prison governor tells me you've been writing affectionate letters to Booth.

You found forgiveness.

Did he ever reply?

Yes, I was fond of it.

I haven't exactly hidden it. I cared about both of them. It was a tragic

accident. Wake up and smell the coffee, Peter.

The new evidence, Jeff, Trevor killed Luanne because, for whatever reason...

Lust or possessiveness he wanted to and you've been in denial about it ever

since it happened. That's why you're in here

I would like to ask Mr Booth to write down the words of the note for me.

We'll allow this, and then I'm afraid we must begin.

Do you want to show him the note?

No, I'll dictate it, if I may.

Please come away, it's got to happen.

Would you write please in capitals, if you don't mind?

Come away, it's got to happen.

Now, I must warn you, Luan, if you stay with Pete, you will die a slow death.

And would you write the name Luan and Peter in capitals, please?

Isn't this rather pointless if no handwriting expert will rule on the

handwriting?

Go ahead.

I must warn you, Luan, Luan in capitals, if you stay with Pete, Pete

in capitals, you will die a slow death.

May I see?

Thank you.

Your Lordship, I would like you to compare the original note with the copy

written by the witness.

The original is in capital letters, Mr Farmer, and this version is mostly not.

But in these three short sentences, in both versions, the words happen and

are misspelled in exactly the same way.

Happen with a single P and death without an A. I submit it is an unbelievable

coincidence that Luann Gardner had two lovers who would both make the same

mistake.

I never knew he was seeing her secretly.

He promised me they'd be open, whatever they got up to.

We were family.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Ray,

how do you get a residence permit for your car?

You don't live round here.

What does that matter now?

Sir? I hope nobody finds out how you got it.

Ray, did you say you parked your car behind a skip?

Yes. Was it the one outside here, or the one in Doggett's Court?

Doggett's Court is miles away.

I'd only parked there if... Apparently there's a Ferrari with an out -of -date

parking permit just about to be towed away.

You've got a lot on your mind, Ray!

I love this place. Where else would I have such a laugh? What should we do

Mo?

She doesn't seem happy.

Should we offer her a bit more money?

I mean, to call her something nicer than practice manager?

She doesn't want a title. It's just a bit of appreciation.

Peter Gerald McKee.

There are occasions when this court has a lurking doubt about the safety of a

verdict.

This is one of them.

Accordingly, we quash your conviction.

We will hand down a judgment at a later date.

You're free to go.

Make the bench yet?

Peter McKee would like to thank everyone who has helped him with his struggle

for justice.

He asked everyone to allow him some breathing space at this time. Thank you.

Well,

he's out.

In more ways than one.

Your mitts are freezing.

Those we know.

Oh, God.

I've got a bail application.

Snaresbrook.

Hello, Cole. How are you, mate?

What can you give me on free soft ham?

It's going to be dark. What about Giggleswick?

It's a horse and a plate.

Same as a two?

Cannot four a play to win.

After G.

On the nose.

Yeah.

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