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You go and get your favourite biscuits, thank you.
We need you to talk to me today, OK?
Put them in the tray for me, thank you.
Excuse me, do you know where the tomato paste is?
Excuse me, are you deaf or something?
No.
Oh, sorry, tomato paste, do you know where it is?
No.
Where is it?
They used to keep all the tomato products together, except for fresh
obviously.
Well, thanks a lot for your help.
Although it's not particularly obvious, unless it's impossible to keep fresh
foods with canned or bottled foods.
Well, I'm sure there's other customers needing you.
Oh, you want me to go away?
What did you do?
Just off the common.
You don't even want him.
What do you think you're doing? I don't hate you. What do you think you're
doing? Just take him away.
It's okay. Help.
It's okay. He's my son.
He's autistic.
He has Asperger's. He doesn't like to be touched.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Thank you. I didn't mean to hurt you. Come on, Dad. Keep the egg on
the top. I'm sorry. I didn't realise.
I thought I was helping. I thought she was nice.
She was.
But maybe you've given her enough, Bill, OK?
Come on, Danny boy. Back to the ranch.
Come on, Mr Farmer.
Two messages for you, Miss. Mrs Fry, Ray.
Ray, you haven't seen those scene of crime photos from the Otway case, have
The boy with Asperger's is accused of killing his mother.
Sorry, sir.
A bloody woman's persecuting me about my hour's billed.
You were supposed to soften her up. I tried, Miss Stein, but she's made a
stuff. Yes, well, I'm made a sterner. I don't want to have to speak to her
again. OK?
Loud and clear.
Oh, sir, there's something on your murder.
Mr Tallis has been trying to get hold of you.
Apparently your mobile's switched off.
Yeah, it's what he thinks.
Meredith Tallis?
Morning. Morning.
Yeah, he's the QC on my murder case. Total charm bypass.
Do you know him?
We live in interesting times.
Here, you left these in the living room. They got mixed up with my indecent
exposure. Oh, cheers.
You are a very lucky man, Henry Palmer.
Paul, she's my landlady. Get over it.
Landlady. Little chats in the kitchen, pushing past each other to get to the
bathroom. Sorry, thought the door was locked.
Yeah, you ever thought you might be giving this a teeny bit too much
Mr. Otway, at some point you'll have to answer our questions unless you want to
spend the foreseeable future in this hospital.
Do you understand?
You see, Dan, for your case to go to trial, everyone needs to be comfortable
that you understand the evidence against you. You're fit to instruct Mr. Tass
and me.
Otherwise you're going to have to go through a different sort of trial,
fitness -depleted hearing.
So...
Maybe you could tell us your understanding of why we're here today.
Green.
Green.
The walls.
It's like a noise in my eyes.
I'm shouting.
Green stops me thinking.
Better?
Much quieter.
Thank you, Mr Farmer.
Don't mention it.
Now, it's run over a few things.
The night your mum died.
I don't remember anything.
Nothing at all? What about earlier in the evening?
Your aunt had dinner with you. Do you remember that?
Radio 320.
It has a microplane tip.
They use lasers to grind them so it's always smooth.
so you don't get, like, blobs of ink, which is good, because it means your
writing's very legible.
The Crown is bound to point out the remarkable convenience of Mr Otway's
lapse, given the weight of forensic evidence against him.
The shrinks in here all seem convinced it's genuine.
Whatever the case, I'd say unfit to plead won't play.
Yeah, IQ's above average, certainly mentally competent to stand trial.
Just getting him to talk's another matter.
So it would seem.
How much of that is due to Asperger's syndrome? How much is trauma over his
medicine? I shall tell you, Farmer, that I have a
case coming up in the Court of Appeal which requires much of my time and
attention. So I want you to bone up on the shrink reports, keep me absolutely
to speed.
Clear?
Clear. I've been asking around about you, Farmer, and it seems you'll need to
kept on a short leash.
Go.
Woof, woof.
Ray, we need to talk through the implementation of the new fee structure.
I'm back from court sometime after seven.
Would you mind bearing with me for a sec?
Sorry, Miss Stein. No can do. No such word as can't, Ray. I have a prior
arrangement, I'm afraid.
Well, rearrange.
If I'm prepared to stay late for the good of Chambers... Well, with respect,
miss, you don't have a family to think of anymore.
Oh, she doesn't.
Sorry about that.
Mr. Otway.
Mr. Tallis is in court today, I'm afraid. Sends his apologies.
Did he say anything, Dan, when you saw him at the hospital?
A little.
Please.
Enough for us to think there's no point contesting his fitness to plead.
A trial, though.
He's not up to that, surely.
Well, depending on the psychiatric reports, there's a strong chance we
your son's charge downgraded to manslaughter on the day. That's as long
decides to plead guilty, obviously.
They'd still put him in prison, though.
The tariff for manslaughter is considerably less than that for murder.
Well, I suppose anything's better than leave him to rot in that place.
He's not eating.
Not sleeping.
Well, you know, neither am I.
It's just... I know he did it.
I'm not that stupid.
But his mum... Dan was everything to Bridget, you know?
She used to do everything for him.
See everyone.
And Dan, was he devoted to her?
In his way.
He doesn't show affection, part of his condition.
Put it this way.
He's 22, and Bridget and I hadn't spent so much of the night in a hotel without
him.
The grouse is in season, and always very good here.
Oh, for God's sake, where am I supposed to take you?
Some minimally sushi hell.
McDonald's. After the zoo.
Is that a remedy?
Of course I do.
It was pizza.
The car stank of vomit for months.
Well, it's just the once.
I'll have the grouse.
Do you know Meredith Tallis, Dan?
Anthony, don't bother about the celeriac. Thank you.
Very well.
Well, I think you'll find with Meredith, it's very much follow my leader.
How's your new accommodation?
Yeah, it's fine. Perfectly comfortable.
Is she pretty, this colleague of yours you're sharing with?
If it had been a chap.
You'd have told me his name.
Millie Marsh.
Very pretty. Totally unattractive.
Really?
Um, uh, Lafitte.
Yeah, I'm serious.
I know you're a hopeless old romantic, but there's really nothing going on.
This case that I'm a junior on, the boy, the defendant, is supposed to have
killed his mum.
His dad was telling me that they've never spent... A night apart.
Maybe think of all the nights I've been away from Zach.
Not worth counting, by now.
Well, children can be surprisingly resilient on the whole.
It helps to remember that.
Will you be able to visit me in prison?
Of course I will.
Don't get rid of me that easily.
Is that a joke?
Not much of one.
It's called remand, right?
Until your case comes to court.
Prison instead of hospital, because they've decided there's nothing wrong
you. I still don't remember.
Well, you've just got to tell them what you can.
Will you be a witness?
No, they won't be calling me. I wasn't there, was I?
I mean, if I had been... The point is, Dan, you plead guilty to
manslaughter, yeah?
Doesn't matter what you remember.
Please, Dan.
Sorry, a bit late.
I can't plead guilty, Mr Farmer.
OK.
There's a lot of evidence that we need to try to understand before it gets
discussed in court.
Forensic evidence, Dan, which links you to your mum's death.
If you plead guilty, we don't have to worry about it. How can I plead guilty
I'm not guilty?
Why would I want to kill mum?
Look, I know you love her very much. What happens in court won't change that.
I don't tell lies.
Tell him, Dad, that I never told lies.
I didn't kill her, Mr Farmer.
I'm not guilty.
No. He's sick.
I don't think he's going to budge. He says not guilty, and if he's fit to
he's fit to decide his own plea.
Oh, I'll speak to the operator about reassigning the brief to a junior in my
chambers.
This is far from ideal with me tied up in the appeals court.
I'd assume this would be tidied away quickly. I can handle it, Meredith.
Dan trusts me. You could learn to do the same.
Meredith?
Cleo? How delightful!
So sorry to hear about your marital troubles.
Must be a terrible blow, the prospect of desertion at your age. Although it's
certainly not uncommon.
No, it's not, sir.
Yes, all right. Do forgive me. Love is surprise.
Bye.
Hi. Come in. Laundry service.
Thanks.
Where have you got your coat on? It's like an oven in here.
Yeah. Just came in.
Dan's still not eating. You know what he's like. Oh, God.
Mum, don't start.
She's totally stressing out about being a witness, you know.
Try telling her. I mean, it's not like she's doing the actual prosecution.
You shouldn't have to worry, Chrissie, love.
Do you want a coffee?
Well, actually, it'll have to be tea.
Well, I've got to get on. I'm meeting someone from college soon.
Right.
Your star.
I haven't got a nine -shirt left.
These for me to take away?
No, I finally had it clear.
Bridget's stuff.
Reminds me. Found this.
Doesn't look like Bridget's. I thought one of you might have left it.
Cheers, Uncle Graham.
Been missing that.
Listen. Towel down as soon as I get a day off. I'll go into the inn.
You in tonight?
Thought I'd call.
You can cook.
Well, it's a loose term. Take away of your choice.
Can you afford it? I saw that bankruptcy bloke of yours lurking around Chambers
the other day. He looked pissed off.
Tethered? Oh, don't worry about him. He's got one of those faces.
So what's your poison then? Curry? Pizza?
Thai? Surprise me. As long as it's spicy. I don't like bland.
You're on.
We're out of tea bags, by the way.
Was it Dan's decision to move out of the family house, Dr.
Lawrenson? Your initial report said he was very attached to his mum.
He was.
But he was certainly up for a bit more independence.
When the place came up at the halfway house, he leapt at the chance.
Though at once we'd repainted his room.
Not fond of green.
That's how I learned.
And why was his dad in all this?
He paid for the decorators.
It can be difficult for some parents to get behind a condition like Asperger's
syndrome.
You don't always get an awful lot back.
It can seem like there aren't any feelings there.
But there are.
Unfortunately, Asperger patients are bright enough to know just how different
they are.
Like with Dan.
You know this trouble he had with some of the local kids?
That's not brief.
Yeah, but... Keira Allen?
He was really rattled by it.
I had to prescribe an antidepressant for him.
So would you say Dan was depressed at the time his mother was killed?
He was taking Rexrin for symptoms of depression, yeah.
But look, whatever it looks like, Mr Farmer, Dan feels plenty.
Oh, Henry, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot that Billy's taking me out for
dinner tonight.
I see.
I thought you looked a bit... Well, I can't guarantee there'll be any
Oh, God, I love those.
That's a bit extravagant, isn't it?
No, practically blows and fishes.
Lucky Lotto finally lived up to its name. You were supposed to have given up
gambling. No, I'm supposed to have given up losing money gambling. Believe me,
three quid on scratch cards, that's practically method.
I'll be right down.
Millie and Billy.
Don't go there. If we end up getting married, I'm fighting for Emily and
on the invite.
I'll see you.
It would be fortnight, I think. I really can't. It won't be as bad as... Whose
immortal soul has she been feasting on?
Secret admirer.
Look, I'm sorry, Henry. I'm chocker at the moment. Ask Ray.
Great in demand at the moment, Mr Helliwell.
Graceville's already turned me down for an aggravated assault.
How hard can it be to get a junior these days?
This must be first on your list anyway.
Why don't you ask Millie? She did her MPhil dissertation on autism.
I'm not the only one who read a CV when she joined, am I?
Autism.
You know all about it, apparently.
I thought you knew.
And I know you prefer working with Ben and you think I'm flaky and a bit
spoiled.
I don't think you're flaky.
Meredith. Wait.
What a delightful, extravagant gesture.
The only flowers I've received in the last few years have inevitably been
accompanied by an apology.
Your husband is clearly a very misguided man.
What is it? The price of everything and the value of nothing?
No wonder you look so drawn.
I dare say it's the light.
Much softer in the capris.
I'll talk to my figurative.
What?
Bastards. This finagling little... What?
Bastards. Good morning, Henry.
I've been here quite a long time. Aren't they going to start?
Bit of a hitch, Dan.
The prosecution want to admit a new witness.
Keira Allen.
They're saying that you attacked her.
And the pattern of bruising was like the bruising found in your mum's body.
It's called similar fact.
They'll claim that it wasn't a coincidence that two different people
similar injuries.
Don't worry.
The judge will never allow it.
Oh.
No, didn't it? It wasn't fair.
Mum said it wasn't fair. She was the one who called the police.
But you've got a police caution for attacking, Keira.
Yeah, you can ask them.
Mum always had to call the police.
Cos that girl, Keira, and her friends.
So I thought we should check it out.
Members of the jury.
Daniel Joshua Otway suffers from the pervasive developmental disorder known
Asperger's Syndrome.
In layman's terms, he suffers from difficulties understanding the emotions
reactions of others.
If you like, he lacks empathy.
It may be that his mother, Bridget Otway, angered or thwarted him in some
trivial way, causing the...
self -centred aspect of his personality to come to the fore. Whatever the case,
Daniel Otway responded with terrible and fatal violence, using such force that
despite his condition, he cannot have been ignorant of the outcome, which was
her death.
In other words, he intended to kill her.
Mrs. Otway, was it usual when you had supper with your sister -in -law,
Otway, for your nephew to dine separately?
Oh, yes, quite usual.
Sometimes Dan would eat with us, but not often.
Bridget preferred it if he did.
Would you have preferred it if he had that night?
I'll put it another way.
Was there any argument between Bridget and Dan about him not having supper with
you? Not an argument. A bit of back and forth, you know.
Bridget saying it'd be nice if you wanted to eat with your Auntie Chrissie
me.
That's all.
And what did Dan say to that?
Just that he didn't want to and he wanted it on a tray upstairs.
Dan disagreed with his mum?
Disagreed, yes, but just the usual.
So this sort of disagreement was something you'd seen before?
Yes. Thank you, Mrs Ott.
OK, I don't think we can rely on the sympathy vote.
Dan's a psychiatrist.
You know you mentioned she was treating him for depression?
Yeah, he was on medication.
Well, what kind of medication?
Rexarin.
See? I thought Rexarin rang a bell.
SSRIs, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Dosage, disclaimer.
Aha! Side effects.
I take back everything I said about you.
You been in the wars?
Or never fought in a war?
Oh.
Someone pushed me.
I didn't see who.
People are very ignorant about Asperger's syndrome.
The best thing to do is to try to blend in and look people in the eye, but not
too much.
Don't go on about your special interests and be boring.
Try and show an interest in the other person.
Did your mum tell you that?
Yeah.
It's remarkably difficult, actually, because I'm not particularly interested.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Are you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I like to gamble.
Put it mildly.
Sometimes everything else can seem like background noise.
You have to tune in.
Like tuning in a radio.
Not a digital one.
Exactly.
Dan, we need to ask you about some pills you were taking around the time your
mum died.
I wasn't taking any pills.
Rex are in? No, they made me feel bad.
A lot of medicine doesn't work the way it should when I take it.
But you were taking them.
No, I told you I don't tell lies.
I stopped taking them after a week.
Dr. Lawrenson said she renewed the prescription a few days before your mum
Maybe you didn't want your mum to know you'd stopped taking them.
She knew I had.
She agreed it was best for me to stop.
She was the one who was taking them.
Why do you think Bridget was depressed?
You met Dan.
She didn't say she was depressed.
Well, she wouldn't.
Bridget was great at getting help for Dan.
Not so good at getting help for herself.
She could seem someone who didn't need anything.
Anyone.
So, yeah, yeah, getting those tablets like that makes sense.
It was OK. She could say they were tans.
She made this for him.
Helping him recognise what people were feeling.
She would have liked more kids.
Mr Otway, a small minority of people can react to Rexrim by becoming suicidal or
aggressive.
I know you think Bridget suffocated herself, dear.
No, but the drugs could have made her more aggressive.
No, look, I've told you.
However stressed out she was, she would never take it out on Dan.
But she might on someone else.
Yeah, well, I had it in the neck sometimes, if that's what you mean.
But she was only human.
Look, I... I suppose my wife was on a short fuse before she died.
Yeah?
That's what I do. I throw myself into work.
As they say.
Yeah. See?
You've done well.
Must have been hard to be at home sometimes.
I was having an affair.
Miss Marsh.
I believe you ought to be thanked for keeping my son on the street.
Oh, Henry.
Yes, of course, you're, um... I mean, how do you do, Your Honour?
For your sins.
Not at all. He's perfectly adequate as a flatmate.
I mean, delightful.
Obviously.
Delightful. Great home.
And rent out.
I see.
Strictly business, then?
As opposed to... Oh, yes.
Why? What can you say?
There it is.
Dispose of that for me, will you? Thank you.
He's only taking her out for dinner.
She's separated, not about to take holy orders.
You would have thought we should have learnt a lesson, as far as my learned
friend's concerned.
You know that her and Talis were an item years back?
That's nice.
Friends reunited sort of thing.
Dog returning to its vomit, more like.
Mrs Otway, did your sister -in -law seem her usual self during your meal
together?
The night she died?
Yes, she did.
She didn't seem depressed?
No, I wouldn't say so.
A bit tired, maybe.
A bit tired.
Was Bridget Otway aware that you were having an affair with her husband?
No.
That was the nature of your relationship with Graham Otway, wasn't it?
You'll have to speak up.
We didn't mean it.
After Ted died, my husband... We just got closer and then...
We weren't proud of ourselves.
You kept your affair secret from your sister -in -law.
Is that a yes, Miss Sotway?
Yes.
She'd had such a hard time of it with Dan. I mean, neither of us...
I know it sounds stupid, but neither of us wanted to hurt her.
And yet when your nephew announced he was moving out to a sheltered
accommodation, you thought that Graham would finally be free to tell his wife
that he wanted a separation, isn't that right?
Yes.
And did he tell her?
No.
So on the evening of Bridget Otway's death, after a few glasses of wine,
it true that you decided to take matters into your own hands?
and tell yourself.
No.
Oh, no.
It would be a terrible breach of trust, wouldn't it, for Bridget to hear that
her sister -in -law and her husband had been conducting a relationship for three
years?
She reacted with more aggression than you'd anticipated.
She'd been taking Rexarin, to which some people react with abnormally aggressive
behaviour. You argued.
Perhaps if you asked questions rather than made speeches, Mr Farmer, and...
One question at a time would help.
Mrs Otway, can you tell the court your reason for calling your daughter to come
and collect you from Bridget Otway's house the night she was killed?
I'd had a few drinks.
Had a few drinks, as you say.
We all know what that's like. Why didn't you call a taxi?
Mayor often gives me a lift. She didn't mind.
Even though she was ten miles away on the other side of town?
Is that usual, for her to come and collect you after one of your cosy
with Bridget?
Not usual, no, but... In fact, it took quite exceptional circumstances for her
to come and rescue you, didn't it? I didn't.
I just wanted her to come.
This has got nothing to do with anything. Mr Otway, that jury made up
minds about Dan the moment they set eyes on him.
Now, I know Chrissie is upset, but if we can raise one fraction of a doubt in
their mind... I've got mum in tears outside.
We've got the beginning of a chance. What the hell have you told them? Let's
just calm down, shall we? It's a bit of breathing space here.
He's so weak.
You know, I used to think, great big Uncle Graham, you know?
Even when Dad was alive.
Because he was Dad's big brother and he owned the business and he always had the
shiny new car.
He could have left, Bridget, though.
If they were that unhappy, I mean.
Suited him to keep Mum on a string and still look like Mr Great Guy, great
husband, didn't that? Makes me sick.
Relationships. They seem to get more complicated as people get older.
Less straightforward, anyway.
Dan's going to go to prison, isn't he?
We're doing what we can.
Come on, get your card sorted, Dad.
Sorry.
I just got that stuff in about Keira Allen, background to Dan's caution.
Oh, great. Thanks.
Upping your dose.
Methadone.
Not that rehab.
I'm passing on my skills to the younger generation.
Teaching Zach how to play poker.
Read them and weep.
Don't think I'm going to be the one doing the crying.
Dad. I thought the pupil was exceeding the master. You've got it done.
You're slaughtering me here.
Yeah, I know.
I met your dad today outside court.
He introduced himself.
Oh, God, whatever he said, I'm sorry.
No, you were charming.
He was very keen to see you settle down, as he put it.
What can I say? He's a judge.
All the awareness workshops in the world are not going to get him to look at you
and think highly trained advocate.
I bet he checked out your legs.
Fairly obviously.
Dad, stop talking.
You've been hiding your light under a bushel.
County chess champion, your dad said.
Middlesex under -12s.
And I was so impressed as well.
Are you in or what?
Yeah, yeah, I'm in.
Just psyching you out.
Green. Yeah?
Let's have a look.
They said I couldn't have long.
Hey.
Are they treating you OK?
Sorry I haven't been in earlier. I had a nightmare at college and with Pabs and
I breaking up.
Breaking up what?
Didn't your dad tell you?
The engagement, Danny boy.
Mum's chuffed to bits, of course, since she kept going on about us being too
young. So is he not your boyfriend anymore?
No.
To be honest, Dan, I saw a different side of him when your mum died.
I mean, he was completely crap.
All right, perhaps.
He was friendly.
You marry him, then.
I'd have to be gay.
So would he.
Detective Sergeant Kitson, when you arrived at the scene and found Bridget
Otway's body in the hallway, where was the defendant, Daniel Otway?
He was making himself a cup of tea.
Yeah, my 10 .15 cup of tea.
Ordered my 10 .15 cup of tea.
He was keen to finish it before we took him to the police station.
Yeah, 10 .15 cup of tea.
Wanted to finish my 10 .15 cup of tea.
Yeah, 10 .15, yeah.
Little bird of court appeal tells me this is your last chance, Henry.
I'll be sure to make it count, Damien.
Hissing in the wind, let's face it, boy killed his mother.
We all know if you'd let us admit the similar fact evidence about his attack
Keira Allen, you'd have had this tidied away on day one.
Defendant, eh?
As though they positively conspired to prevent you getting in a good round of
golf. A tired stereotype, Farmer. If you'd bother to consult who's who, you'd
know my passion is fell -walking.
And according to my mate Liz in his chambers, highly specialist internet
D .S. Kitson.
Had you already decided that Dan Otway had killed his mother when you took
forensic evidence from him that night?
No. No, we followed procedure.
Really?
Does that procedure include a directive to not take forensic evidence from any
other parties at the scene, such as Chrissie Otway?
No, it does not.
Well, did you take any forensic evidence from Mrs. Otway?
No, we didn't.
Thank you.
You've got to stop making out, Chris. He's a murderer.
Dan killed his mum.
Simple as that.
I've tried telling myself otherwise, but he did.
He's very sure that he didn't. Oh, he's very sure when his baked beans fall off
his bloody toast, something terrible's going to happen to him.
He's very sure that when he goes through three green lights in a row, it's a
disaster. So it's easy to believe that he might have killed the one person in
his life that he couldn't bear to be without for more than two hours?
Look, the forensic evidence is partial.
There were fibres found on your wife's clothes. It didn't come from Dan and it
didn't come from the carpet in the hall.
Chrissie had a motive. Her behaviour was strange. Something happened between her
and Bridget that night. No, I know her. I just know her.
And you know Dan.
Nobody knows him.
Not really.
Not even Bridget.
We used to call him E .T. when he was little.
Did I tell you that?
Because it was like he was visiting from another planet.
Like that made us feel better.
I'm sorry.
Yeah.
Dr. Rayburn, your report states that Bridget Otway died as a result of an
obstruction to her breathing.
Is it your professional opinion that she was strangled?
I can't give a definitive answer.
Typically, strangulation produces a distinctive pattern of bruising around
neck, either from pressure of hands placed around the neck or tightening of
ligature. According to your report, there was bruising on the neck.
Yes, but that appeared to be a continuation of the bruising on her
Do you have any idea what caused this bruising?
It was consistent with someone applying great force to her neck.
and torso, possibly from kneeling or sitting on it, possibly from squeezing
the arms rather than the hands.
The force on her neck would have been enough to stop her breathing.
We'll adjourn, Dan.
I'm sure this is just a drill, everybody.
We'll adjourn.
Clear the court.
Dan, don't touch it. It doesn't like being touched. Stop it. Oh, God, so much
for progress.
Dan, it's okay, Dan.
Damien? Henry, what are you doing?
I've got to try and find a way that we can get the jury to look at Dan like a
human being.
Damien?
Similar fact.
What about it?
Keira Allen. If you want her, you can have her. Be my guest.
What do you think?
They're both lovely, but that one.
Touch of mutton?
No, no, just chic.
Oh, thanks, Mo.
Oh, I knew I could trust you to be objective.
And discreet.
Mark.
What's she here?
Women's things, Ray.
Dr Rayburn, the Crown has been at pains to
refer to Bridget Otway's assailant as male.
Is there in fact any evidence to indicate the sex of the attacker?
No. None.
The handprints visible on Bridget Otway's upper arms, is it possible to
they belong to a man or a woman?
No. The size rules out anyone taller than about 180 centimetres or smaller
around 140, so they don't come from a child.
But that's all you can conclude, that they come from an adult of medium size?
Yes. You note in your report that part of the pattern of bruising on the arm is
this small, more deeply imprinted area.
How do you explain this?
It came from a ring.
You can see two clear imprints.
If the assailant was kneeling, as you say, the ring was worn on her left hand.
His or her left hand, where a wedding ring would be.
Yes.
Thank you.
Who's that?
Keira Allen.
Oh, shit.
I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time.
I'd rather be talked to.
Graham!
I don't know.
I don't know what to think.
You don't think that I... What I said in there about wanting you to leave,
Bridget, I was waiting for you to talk to her. You know that.
You know me.
I thought I knew Dan.
Yeah, but you've not been the best dad to him.
I understand.
If it was me, I'd do whatever it takes.
It's not right, Graham.
Well, it hasn't been right from the start.
As in... Dan doesn't wear a ring.
Miss Allen, you say you were outside Dan Otway's house?
mucking about with your mates when he attacked you, is that right?
Yeah. This mucking about included putting dog mess through the letterbox,
it? No.
When she was questioned by the police about the alleged attack, Bridget Otway
said that you had.
That was a different time.
It wasn't me anyway.
You'd followed Dan Otway home that day, hadn't you? My Lord, this hardly
pertains to similar facts.
Seeking to put the alleged attack into context, my Lord?
Were you and your mates setting off bangers just before Dan supposedly
you? We weren't hurting no -one. We just made a noise.
Yes. Do you know what a paedophile is, Miss Allen?
Is he allowed to ask me that?
Yes.
He's someone who does stuff to children.
Why did you and your mates call Dan Otway a paedophile?
I don't know.
Well, you think this is funny, do you?
No. Had he ever approached you?
Approached? Spoken to you inappropriately?
No. Followed you? No.
Touched you? No. So why do you call him a paedophile, then? I don't know.
Because he looks like one.
Thank you.
What do you think you're doing? You're not leading this case. I think you'll
find that in your absence, I am. In my absence, I expect you to conduct this
case as I would conduct it myself.
You saw that jury.
For the first time, they were starting, just starting, to see Dan as a victim
instead of a freak who wouldn't think twice about killing.
They've a small price to pay for admitting the similar fact on Keira's
I disagree.
You don't really care, do you, as long as everything's done your way?
Excluding any possibility of improvisation or rolling with the
care to continue this.
Clearly, I should have heeded your father's advice about you.
I should be advising the client that it is absolutely vital to the success of
this case that you withdraw.
Heeded? Who says heeded?
I don't want him to be my barrister.
His eyes never look at me.
He doesn't like me.
He thinks I'll kill Mum.
Mr. Artway, Dan, every defence barrister has to consider
the possible guilt of his client if he's going to protect him properly.
That way the prosecution can't spring any nasty surprises.
I can see your point.
But I prefer Mr. Fulmer.
I think you're a wanker.
The client wanted Talis to go and me to stay. So what could I do? Avoid making
an enemy of an eminent QC in the first place.
Bit of a no -brainer.
What exactly can Talis do to him?
Well, let's just say that however ruthlessly determined you are to have
in court, you shouldn't hitch your start too closely to Henry's wagon.
Am I being paranoid, or does she totally hate me?
Oh, she hates you. She hates everyone.
And here's everything.
You know I'm going to be questioning you in court today.
Oh, no.
When you eat rhubarb, it makes your teeth feel strange, like they're coated
wool or fur, but it's actually something called oxalic acid, which reacts with
the enamel on your teeth, so you shouldn't be worried.
Mia told me that.
Right.
Is there anything else you can remember about the night your mum died?
Dan?
Because the court needs to know the truth, yeah?
I don't remember.
Mia said oxalic acid is also present in spinach, but I don't eat that.
You have to try to make your mind remember.
Did you have rhubarb that night?
It's OK. It's not the same as lying.
What isn't?
If someone has a huge nose, you don't say, you've got a huge nose.
Because it might hurt their feelings.
And you shouldn't hurt their feelings.
When you're studying dentistry, that's why she goes to college.
You mean leaving something out?
In fact, sometimes it's better than telling the truth.
My mum told me that.
Dan, can you tell us what you were doing on the night of the 14th of October?
I was mostly in my bedroom.
Mum called me downstairs at ten past eight to get my supper and I brought it
upstairs and ate it.
It was later than usual because she was cooking for Aunty Chrissie.
Did you see your Aunty Chrissie?
Yeah.
Did you see her when she left later on around ten o 'clock?
No.
Why was that?
Why didn't you hear anything?
I had my ear defenders on.
Mum got them for me when the...
The kids started letting off the things that make the huge bangs.
Introducing Exhibit 1A, a pair of industrial ear defenders.
Could you hear anything at all with those on, Dan?
No. If someone had let off a 12 -bore shotgun downstairs, would you have heard
it? We don't have a gun in the house.
I meant, would any kind of noise from downstairs, however loud, have reached
you? An argument, say.
No. They're remarkably effective.
Worse than hat hair.
I'd have become a solicitor if I'd realized.
First time I've seen you come into court.
Yeah.
Gives me the creeps when I want to give Dan a bit of support.
Seems to be holding up okay.
So far, anyway.
At least, I mean, thank God he can't remember anything.
The bad stuff, I mean.
Well, let's hope not.
But he's spent.
You don't think he's lying?
To be honest, I think that Dan thinks he's protecting someone and he knows
memory loss is a convenient symptom.
I've never known him to lie in my life.
It's hardly surprising, is it? He's very attached to his family.
And your mum's family.
I'll see you in there.
Wait.
Having spent the night in your room, Dan, why did you then decide to go
downstairs?
It's 10 .15.
That's when I have my cup of tea.
It's the last cup of tea I have until 8 .15 in the morning.
What did you see when you came downstairs?
Saw the hall and things in the hall.
Did you see any people in the hall?
No.
June. Who were they?
It's all mum.
Was she alive?
Yeah.
Was she alone?
Can't remember.
Forget things.
Is that true, Dan, or is that trying not to hurt someone?
Was there someone else there?
I'll ask you again.
Was there someone else in the house who you saw?
Yeah.
Was it your Auntie Chrissie?
Mr. Farmer, I'm giving you some leeway because of your client's difficulties,
but there has to be a limit.
It wasn't antiquity.
So who was in the hall with your mum?
Dan.
No one's going to believe you're not telling lies.
It
was Mia.
Shouting. They were shouting.
And they were... Why haven't you mentioned seeing Mia before, Dad?
I don't want her to go to prison.
I'm very sorry.
I don't want her to go to prison.
Are you going to call Mia Rockway?
Well, see what she says when it's looking like a godsend.
What does she say to you?
Well, she seemed very freaked out with the thought that Dan could remember what
had happened at the house.
Henry, Miss Martin.
Mr Justice Ream tells me you've been letting fireworks off in court.
I suppose we must be grateful that they're of the metaphorical kind.
A word.
Isn't it a bit late in life to start playing the embarrassing dad act?
Bigging me up to Lady Penelope. What's that all about?
And then I find out you've been bad -mouthing me to that... I must certainly
not. I told him that you were not his ideal junior, which is true.
Since the man is incapable of accommodating anyone who has a faintest
of his spine, I had to try to warn you. I've been proved right.
A man is insufferable and always has been.
Fair enough.
I don't need you to sort out my love life.
I thought she might be unaware of your many estimable qualities.
She is.
Feelings mutual.
What's that chess stuff all about? It's not like you took any interest at the
talking. I most certainly did.
Point of information, Henry. Your mother, she would have stopped her
She would have stopped her a lot of things.
She thought I'd upset you.
And that's how wisely I defer to her wishes.
For which I'm somewhat to blame, but please, please do me the courtesy of not
reaching me like the villain in the pantomime.
Mr. Otway, are you now claiming you saw your cousin murder your mother?
I only saw Mum and me arguing.
I didn't like it. I don't like it when there's arguments.
And what was this alleged argument about between your cousin and your mother?
I don't know.
Just... It's like a switch.
Like when you turn off the TV. I can't remember.
Do you remember calling the police from the house?
Yes. Was Mia in the house then?
No. Why did you call the police? Why not an ambulance?
I could see she wasn't breathing.
And she was dead.
There was no point in taking her to the hospital.
And I knew she must have been killed, so a crime had been committed, so I called
the police.
Why was Dan protecting me?
Why do you want to tell the police about her? Nothing to say to you. I know what
my own daughter's capable of. How can you be sure of that?
Because she's normal, and he never will be.
Wow, you look marvellous. Better than 15 years ago.
Thank you, Meredith.
Hungry? Darling.
What?
No.
Yeah.
Look, Billy.
As long as it takes.
Yeah.
It is more important, actually.
Look, I'll come round later, OK?
If it's before midnight.
Yeah, whatever.
Look, I've got to go, all right? Yeah, bye.
Oh, sorry.
It's not as though you've missed your regular hours.
Other people's work.
It's like other people's toothache.
It's difficult to sympathise.
What do you reckon?
Yeah, it's a door.
It's on a latch.
You shut it behind you and it can't be opened from the outside without a key.
What does he do, Billy?
Hedge fund manager.
Very nice.
Piss off.
We met at university, OK?
Remind me again, is that Oxford or Cambridge?
Ooh, so chippy for a judge's son.
He wasn't around much when I was growing up.
Affairs. Well, my dad was the same.
No, he didn't live with us.
You're right.
With my dad it was affairs, and my mum.
People don't really do that these days, do they?
It was about the 70s, even in the 80s.
Copper's testimony.
Kitson.
Dan was making himself a cup of tea when they found his mum's body, remember?
He didn't open the door for them.
Someone must have left it open.
Presumably Mia.
Presumably Mia.
Leaving in a daring hurry.
Regrettably, Meredith, you are the same health -centered, unfeeling shit you've
always been. You're being ridiculous.
I can only plead the amnesia of desperation.
Nothing else explains why I would agree to have dinner with you.
Shame we didn't have the red.
Get me a dessert menu.
And a wine list.
What are you looking at?
Go on then, Cinders.
You'll just about make it for midnight.
What the hell are you still doing here?
Are you okay?
Clearly not.
Also humiliating.
Having been taken in by the first man who chugs a poxy bunch of flowers at me.
I knew what he was like. I knew.
Well, they were very nice flowers.
And you're only human, Cleo.
Aren't you?
Mia Otway. I think Talith would have called her.
Miss Otway, how would you describe your relationship with your cousin, Dan?
We've grown up together.
He's like my weird twin brother.
And your aunt, Bridget Otway?
How did you get on with her?
Okay.
I suppose I thought she could be a bit of a martyr.
About Dan, I mean.
It was like Mum and everyone treated her with kid gloves, as though Dan's this
unbearable... I don't know, affliction or whatever.
Like Mum not telling her about the thing with Uncle Graham.
You knew about the affair?
Yeah.
Since it started, practically.
Did you think of Bridget as an obstacle in the way of your mum's happiness?
Yes, I did.
But I didn't want to kill her, if that's what you're getting at.
Sorry.
Health and safety problem, I did say.
Story of my life.
You've always got to pretend things are normal, haven't you?
Chrissie, I was hoping they might not have started.
How's she doing?
It's worse.
Being her up there is worse than being up there myself.
You know, when Dan was born, I was actually jealous because he was a boy.
Ted used to go on about it, remember?
A son on air, pretend to be joking.
And Bridget seemed so sorted and the house always looked so nice and I
oh, typical.
They've got the boy and we're stuck with the girl.
She was such a funny -looking little thing, Mia.
Oh, she smiled.
And Dan didn't and everything changed, didn't it?
Whatever happens... Chrissie, love, we should be facing this together.
No more pretending.
Why did your mum ring you to collect her the night of the murder?
Because she was upset.
But it wasn't like you said.
Her having a go, she never would.
Bridget had spent the whole evening going on about how she was planning a
honeymoon with Uncle Graham.
I mean, she knew things hadn't been great between them, so she thought she'd
spring a surprise on him once Dan moved out.
Repair their marriage.
And Mum didn't say boo.
Couldn't believe it when she told me.
Miss Otway, you are under oath, and you know the importance of your evidence.
What really happened next?
I just went back to the house.
I left my scarf there.
And Bridget came to the door all... I don't know. I'd come from mum in the car
all crying and gutted about her and Graham.
And there was Aunty Bridget.
Just so pent up and dry.
And I just told her.
Oh, don't. It's ridiculous.
You told her about the affair?
She went nuts.
I mean, you'd think she must have suspected something, but she just went
apeshit. She got hold of me. She was shouting.
I pushed her off.
And I ran out the house.
So at some point, you attacked her physically?
No, not attacked. Just tried to stop her hitting me.
I see.
You were engaged at the time of your aunt's death, weren't you?
Yes. It's an engagement you've subsequently terminated.
Were you wearing your engagement ring that night?
Probably. I wore it all the time until we broke up.
So the imprints on Bridget's arm, the imprints that came from a ring,
they could have come from you.
I just grabbed her when she went for me, OK?
Just to stop her.
I didn't kill her, I swear. I couldn't kill anyone.
Tell them!
Danny, you've got to tell them what happened.
It's okay, Mia.
Don't worry, Mia, it's okay.
Sit down. Will you please sit down? This is a court of law. Hey, please, leave
him alone!
Dan! Hey!
Please, don't touch him! Sit down!
Dan! It's okay, Mia. No, don't, he doesn't like... Can you not do
Mr. Otway!
I can't be removed from the cell!
It's okay, Mia.
He doesn't like being tapped.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Please tell him not to tap him.
I'm sorry.
Get off of me.
Sam. Sam.
Just trying to stop him.
You could see I wasn't trying to hurt him.
Mum and Dad used it on me when I was little if I got upset. The rap.
It used to stop me hurting other people or myself.
He was too strong.
You have to tell him, Mr Farmer.
I thought it couldn't have been me because I wanted Mum alive.
But it was me.
I know now.
You have to tell him it was me.
Bridget Otway was the centre of her son's universe.
Perhaps under the influence of the Rexarin she was taking, secretly taking
without any medical supervision, she reacted with extreme aggression and
distress to the news of a relationship between her husband and her sister -in
-law. Her niece, Mia, fled the scene she'd incited, leaving
Dan with a terrifying sight.
and found of his mother, his lifelong anchor of stability, out of control,
lashing out.
Just this once, lashing out at him.
Far from retaliating or using violence, Dan responded by attempting the same
restraint that Bridget had employed on him as a child when he was in distress.
With your permission, blood.
This restraint, known as the rap, is designed to comfort
and to calm, not to kill.
Fortunately, the combined force of his mother's resistance and Dan's panic
turned this attempt at comfort into a fatal restraint.
You may think Daniel Otway is a freak.
You may find him unlikable.
But you have the luxury of piecing together the mosaic of emotions and
which caused his mother's death in a way which he's totally incapable of.
Unfortunately, his Asperger's syndrome won't prevent him from living with the
consequences of his tragic misjudgment for the rest of his life.
I just thought, as long as he couldn't remember anything, it was fine.
But if I hadn't told Bridget about you and Uncle Graham... I mean, Dan is going
to be put away, but it's my fault, isn't it?
My fault, his fault, Dan's fault, even her fault.
Oh, I don't know anymore.
I don't get it, though.
And where's the point in devoting your life to someone who can't give anything
back? But you got a lot back from Dan, you know that.
I meant Graham.
What did you get from him, Mum?
Thanks.
Someone to shag?
You won't be 22 forever.
Oh, sorry.
It's OK.
Henry, I presume?
I'm Billy. Pleased to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
It's probably not big enough to dry itself with.
Henry!
Commiserations are in order, I believe. Your murder case didn't go your way.
There I was basking in a sense of qualified success.
Two years could have been a lot worse.
An awful killing without intent.
Yeah, but even the client thought they got it right.
Then I'm sorry.
Again.
No, actually, I'm sorry.
Right. For that stuff the other day.
I had no idea.
I love keeping you alive.
I suppose she thought she was doing the right thing by you.
It's a weird thing, isn't it, Ben, having a kid?
It's like Glenn taking Zack to Australia.
It's easy to convince yourself sometimes that what you want for yourself is
what's best for them.
I wouldn't know. I never really got the chance.
Still, old snow.
Isn't that what they say?
Meaning, I suppose, it melted a long time ago.
You've got a visitor.
Mia came to see me last Thursday.
She tried to bring me some pens, but they wouldn't let me have them.
She said, shame.
Because they think you might use them to harm yourself or other people.
Crayons aren't the same, really.
But in 529 days, I'll be able to write with anything I like.
That's a spirit.
I don't understand.
It really isn't that much time if I'm going to reorganise the library system.
They were using the Dewey Decimal system, but I've persuaded them to
the Logan Shaw system of classification, which is considerably more... Do
you ever miss your mum?
Oh, no, I won't see her again.
about her.
In my mind.
Yeah.
And she smelled remarkably nice.
Yeah.
Look, Dan, um... I...
I, uh... You
know,
Go on
Terrible
terrible bed.
I don't understand this in any way No, don't bother.
I find it really relaxing. You don't need to destroy its mystery
Coming to bed any time soon?
Yeah, after this handicap, Woody.
OK.
How come you two aren't living together?
Oh, God, we drive each other mad in five minutes flat.
Woody's OK about you sharing, you know.
The bloke. Oh, totally, yeah.
He knows I'm not into older men.
See?
But he had a pair.
That's the whole point.
Oh.
That was a bluff, by the way.
About the older men.
Should teach you how to play poker. You could be a natural.
Actually, chess is my game.
Wonderboy.
I bet you don't even know the rules.
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