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Thank you.

Thomas Michael Roach, you are charged on the first count of this indictment with

aiding and abetting, counselling and procuring the causing of actual bodily

harm. And that on the second day of May 1991, you did aid and abet, counsel and

procure James Craven to cause actual bodily harm to Aziz Hussain.

I'll say you, Thomas Michael Roach, are you guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

On the second count... you, Thomas Michael Roach, are charged with aiding

abetting, counselling and procuring criminal damage.

And that you did on the second day of May, 1991, aiding and abet, counselling

and procure James Craven to damage or destroy ornaments and personal effects

belonging to George and May Jenkins, intending that such property should be

damaged or destroyed, or being reckless as to whether such property would be

damaged or destroyed.

How say you, Thomas Michael Roach?

Are you guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Rocky, I do wish you'd sit down.

You'll be fine, lad, you see.

What if me mind just goes blank?

Should be a positive advantage.

Thank you very much.

Well, if you'd done as you were told, you wouldn't be here now.

Well, as these are saying, here we go.

Mr. Hussein, can you please tell us in your own words what you were doing on

night of the 2nd of May?

Yes.

I was at home.

It was about 10 .30, I think.

And I was watching TV with my wife.

We'd been having trouble for a while. The police had done their best, but they

couldn't be there all the time.

What is it?

I don't know. Wait.

God!

Is that you?

Yes.

Wait a moment.

I don't know why you stay here.

All this mess.

Leave us alone!

You bastards!

Mr.

Hussain, let me ask you again.

Had Mr. Roach done anything to indicate that he was behind this attack?

He wanted us out of the flat.

And as I said, he'd been making things harder and harder.

In what way?

Nothing was repaired.

The rooms were damp. The heating didn't work.

They were unfit to live in.

Did Mr Roach actually ask you to leave?

Yes.

Did you tell the police?

Yes, but what could they do?

We had no evidence.

So you hired a private investigator?

That's right.

Thank you.

No more questions, Your Honour.

Mr Hussain, from your evidence... it would appear that you harboured strong

feelings against Mr Roach.

Yes. And that you were prepared to go to considerable lengths to have him

arrested.

Yes, I suppose so.

Mr Hussain, did you ever try to come to some sort of reasonable arrangement with

my client?

Try to sort out your differences with him?

It was impossible.

Mr Hussain, is it not true that until Mr Boone produced his evidence, you had

nothing more substantial to base your suspicions on than rumour?

And conjecture.

Yes, I suppose that's true.

I hope Aziz is all right in there.

He'll be fine, love. He's good in his feet.

Yes, but them lawyers can twist your words to make them mean anything.

Don't you worry, mate. Roach won't wriggle out of this one.

Mr Boone?

That's right. Go on, now.

Not used to this sort of thing.

I suppose they all say that, eh?

Mr Boone.

Would you please tell us, in your own words, how you came to be involved with

Aziz Hussein and the tenants of Fosbatia House?

Yes, I was first introduced to Aziz by my assistant, Miss Laura Marsh.

She knew about his problem and suggested I could go down there, do something

about it.

And what was your first impression of the place?

See what you mean. Makes you wonder why they want to stay, don't it?

You haven't made them any promises, have you, Laura? No. No.

Not exactly.

Not exactly?

Well, they're really scared, Ken.

And, well, we just thought, you know... Ah, you thought you'd volunteer my

services, eh?

Basically, yes.

I see.

Come on.

So the client, Mr Hussain, was well known to your colleague, Laura Marsh?

Oh, yes. He worked at the same hospital as our flatmate.

Thank you, Mr. Wynne. Please continue.

Well, we met at George Jenkins' flat, and these filled me in on some of the

background.

Every night now, they're out there causing trouble.

It's not myself I worry about, but the old people.

They're too frightened to go out.

You think it's getting worse?

Yeah, this last time, yeah.

George here, he'd never say that. He's very scared.

Teal! Oh, lovely.

Is this you, George?

Aye, not Flight Infantry.

Don't start him on that.

He'll be here for a fortnight.

Hey, she used to fancy me in that uniform.

Listen,

George, this fellow Roach, you think he's trying to shove you out of here?

Oh, no, he is.

He's got this development deal going.

May found out from the surveyors.

Charmed him with me bakefuls.

Some sort of leisure group, he said.

Emerald Life.

No, thanks, no.

Did you catch any of their names, George? Hear what they said?

Jimmy, they called him. I tell you, Ken, the next time I'll clock the little...

You'll do no such thing.

Looks a bit like you, Edward.

You'll find them down the wind in the willows.

They're always there. What about the police?

Anyone called them?

What can they do? There is no evidence.

We've got to prove that Roach is paying his thugs to do it. Then we can go to

the police.

I see.

This is where I come in, eh?

Mr Boone.

We haven't got very much money.

I've asked everyone to put in what they can.

I know it's not much.

We want him caught, Mr Boone.

All of us.

So, as a result of what you were told, you decided to take on the case?

Well, no, I couldn't. Not there and then, no. I had to discuss it with my

partner, Mr Harry Crawford.

Was he receptive to the idea?

He gave it a certain amount of consideration.

Then you must be bloody joking.

We're the best will in the world. They can't afford us.

What do you want to do? Just leave them like that?

Oh, no, I mean, look.

Don't think I'm un -fimper -fetting.

I've heard about Roach, and he is a nasty piece of work on the quiet.

Oh, is that a bit of gossip we picked up, eh? Down at Roach Street Club?

Yes, well, some of us do have businesses, do we? But some campuses

police. Oh, come on now. Harry, all we've got to do is link Roach with the

thugs. Easier said than done. Well, he's got to be paying them.

Harry, it's Mrs Fortescue.

Oh, my God, not again.

Ken, we can't afford it, right?

So Mr Crawford made no objection to you accepting the case?

Yes, that's right.

And you then enlisted the help of your colleague?

Correct, yes, Mr Rocky Caterby.

And am I also right in thinking that while Mr. Cassidy mounted a surveillance

operation at the Wind in the Willows, you went directly to see Mr. Roach?

Yes, I thought it best to hear his side of the story.

My husband will be right back, Mr.

Grover.

Hi. Ken Boone. I called.

Good evening, Mr. Boone.

There we are.

I shall know where to get hold of you in future.

Please sit down. Thank you.

Now, Mr. Boone, what seems to be the problem?

Well... Don't mind me.

I've just got to get this off before the post goes.

Yeah, well, as I explained on the phone, I'm working for the tenants of

Forsythia House, and there's been some trouble up there recently.

Yes, I've heard.

Hooligans running around the place. Bloody nuisance.

I'll have to pay for all that.

Yeah, well, I have to tell you, they think you're involved somehow.

You've been talking to Aziz Hussain, haven't you?

Well, no offence.

Just following up what I've heard.

Kathleen! No stamps from the stamp drawer!

Mr Boone, I will admit I've had to put up the rant a bit lately.

It's not something I enjoy doing.

But business is business.

Yeah, I understand that.

I wish Aziz Hussain shared your reasonable attitude.

Kathleen!

I don't know what his problem is.

I mean, no -one invited him to live on my property.

Frankly, I wish he'd just ship out.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr Roach, but he seems to think you want all of them out.

Why would I want that?

Kathleen!

The rumour, and it is just a rumour...

Is it you want to redevelop the whole site?

What, are these interest rates? You must be joking.

What kept you?

Sorry.

Ow!

God, woman, you can't even pour a cup of coffee.

Oh, don't bother, you'll only make it worse.

So what was your next move?

I proceeded to the Wind in the Willows pub to join my colleague on his

surveillance operation.

A coke, please, love.

All right, mate.

That was roach.

Slimy.

So this is where you and the lads hang out, eh?

For a quiet pint.

Nice place to relax, mate, before going out for the rampage.

So where's our friend then?

That's them there.

One in the middle's called Jimmy Craven.

Did Jimmy Craven do or say anything to arouse your suspicions?

Well, no, except that he didn't leave the pub at closing time.

Ken. Why?

What could they be doing in there?

I don't know, Rocky. I told you we've got to be patient.

Here you go.

So you failed to establish any photographic evidence at this meeting?

Well, yes, you could say that.

I see.

Mr Dawson?

Thank you, Your Honour.

And is it not right that you then continued with the investigation on your

Yes, that's correct. My colleague was now engaged on another project.

I don't care, Rocky. You're off the case.

But, Ken, it wasn't my fault. Well, whose fault was it? I told you to hang

the camera, not juggle with it. Now, that's not fair, and you know it. Of

you don't, stackum Lenny. A rose is not frozen chicken. Just hang on a minute.

Hey, what camera is that you're talking about?

Harry, you stay out of this.

Hey, it's not that brand -new Pentax, is it?

You heard me, Lenny.

Prime condition, not wilted and not pressed. So you make three trips, right.

Look, Ken.

Look, you.

Look. You cocked it up. Ken, it was dark. That is not the point. Well, what

then? The point is I'm beginning to think I can do this job better on my

Well, do it on your bloody own then.

So with Mr. Cassidy now busy at the Nottingham Flower Show, how did you

with the case?

Well, I thought the most important thing to do was to try and establish a link

between Roach and Emerald Life.

I mean, at least to give me some evidence of motive.

So you returned to Mr Roach's house that night?

That's correct.

In order to retrieve the letter from Emerald Life that you had earlier

discarded? Yes, I checked with the council and discovered that Roach had

bins emptied on a Tuesday.

That meant I only had 24 hours to try and retrieve them.

Won't they feed you at home, Mr Boone?

Ah.

Mr Boone, am I correct in thinking that the man you encountered by the

defendant, Duskins, was a Mr Eric Weatherby?

Yes. And that this Mr Weatherby was employed by Mr Roach in the capacity of

General Factotum?

Well, yes.

Members of the jury, at this juncture I would like to stress the importance of

Eric Weatherby's relationship to the defendant.

This is particularly pertinent to the evidence which will be later presented

the witness's colleague, Mr. Cassidy.

So, Mr. Boone, how did you explain your presence on Mr. Roach's property?

It was difficult.

I can imagine.

So what happened?

Well, I allowed him to escort me into the house.

Sorry to get you out of bed, but I found our friend here messing around at the

back of the house.

Mr Boone, you're not seriously telling me that this is part of your

investigation?

Yes, that's right.

Rifling around in my dustbin?

It's not very hygienic.

Just what did you think you were doing there?

What were you doing at the Wyndham Willows pub last night, quarter to

eh? What are you talking about?

Didn't I catch you paying off your boys?

You've lost me there, Mr Boone. I was in bed at 10 .30. I insist on nine hours

sleep every night. Not right, Eric?

That's right.

So, Mr Boone, as you're even now interrupting my valuable rest, I really

think I'm entitled to know what's going on.

I might remind you that harassment is a criminal offence.

So's frightening innocent people.

Look, I think I've had just about enough of all this.

I've told you nice and politely that I've got nothing to do with what's going

at Forsythia House.

In fact, I shall be informing my solicitor of this incident, and he shall

correspondence with your company.

You know what that is?

Roach's solicitor. I don't care.

He's guilty.

Drop it, Ken.

It's gone too far.

And the last thing we need is to be sued by a prominent local businessman.

Ha!

Prominent local businessman. Do me a favour.

Look, Ken, I've got problems of my own.

Lenny's delivered the wrong bloody roses to the flower show and Mrs Porter's

here screaming blue murder.

Harry, I am fed up with your roses!

Things like roses that pay the bloody bill. I'm not talking about paying the

bill. Ken, you have no evidence. End of story.

Yes, Lord.

For you, Ken.

It's disease that smashed up his home.

So sorry, mate.

Look at it.

We should be out there right now.

Mr Boone is doing what he can. Mr Boone's doing nothing at all.

Oh, come on. It's not that easy, you know. You've seen the myth, Roach,

you, for God's sake? What are you waiting for?

What do you expect me to do? Go round there, knock on the door, ask for

evidence? You're a detective, aren't you? These things take time.

Well, we haven't got time.

You have to be patient.

Patient? Look, they're breaking here.

Smash up my place, insult my wife, and you ask me to be patient? Stop it, both

of you.

You're only making things worse. I'm doing my best.

Well, that clearly isn't good enough.

I'm sorry, Mr Boone.

He gets like that sometimes. It's just his way.

Yeah, I know.

Were you concerned that Mr Hussein might do something rash?

Yes, it did cross my mind.

You could hardly blame him.

Given the difficulties of the case, how did you proceed?

Well, I didn't.

I thought I'd reached a dead end.

Well, this is lovely, isn't it? Look, how was I supposed to know?

It was that Burke at the nursery who gave me the wrong saw.

So you decided to dump him here? Oh, bloody brilliant!

Well, I had to, didn't I?

The nursery wouldn't take him back. I couldn't leave him on the van, could I?

Rosie's wilt in the heat, you know. I know Rosie's wilt in the heat.

Go on.

Oh, well.

Who's funeral?

Harry, by the look of things.

Oh, come on, cheer up. Can't be that bad. Well, it's not exactly a bed of...

Don't say it.

Don't even think it.

I've spent the entire morning trying to persuade Roach's solicitor that you're

not the masked Avenger.

Go for burnt security.

As he's called.

No. Should he have?

Doesn't matter.

For you.

Mr Boone?

Yes?

I want to help you.

Who is this, please?

Let me just stop you there, Mr Boone.

I must ask you whether you feel able to tell the court the identity of this

informant.

No, I'd rather not.

Would you like to give your reasons?

Well, I feel it would compromise the personal safety of my informant.

Very well.

Please carry on, Mr Boone.

Well, I arranged a meeting for lunchtime at a pub down by the river.

This is very difficult, Mr Boone.

Take your time. I'm in no hurry.

I can't be long. I must get to the shops.

So? What did you want to tell me?

It's just... Well, you can't go on treating people like this.

No, no, no notes.

Please promise me you won't tell anybody about our meeting.

Not even the people you work with.

You're not in any danger, are you?

I'll be all right.

Look, I know you're investigating my husband's dealings with Forsythia House,

and, well, I think he's just sent some proposals to be signed.

Proposals?

Some development deal, I think.

With Emerald Life?

Can you lay your hands on those papers?

No, but I heard them on the phone.

He said he was going to pick them up tomorrow.

How? Oh, all with my bike.

When you find out what time?

Well, I think so, yes.

Why?

I might want to borrow the papers, you know, just for a short while.

Mr Boone, in the light of this information, how did you proceed?

Well, I obviously realised these documents were essential to my case, so

decided to take a look at them.

And the information gleaned from your informant enabled you to do this?

I asked one of my colleagues to pose as a courier.

He intercepted them at Emerald Life, brought them round to our office.

I made a copy.

Didn't the defendant suspect any of this?

Well, it only took a couple of minutes.

Then we just dropped them off as normal.

I don't think he was only the wiser.

Are these the documents in question?

Yes, they are.

Mr Boone, while the jury examines these documents, could you please tell them

what you believe they show?

Well, they show Roach's plans to redevelop the site, exactly as is

Did you have any further contact with your informant?

Yes. And was this early on the evening of Friday the 17th of May?

Yes, that's correct.

It's peaceful here, isn't it?

Yeah, lovely.

So, Ken, did you get a look at the papers?

Yeah. I can't thank you enough.

It's going to help a lot of people.

Good. I'm pleased.

You didn't risk anything, did you, on my behalf?

No.

I've lived with Michael for 15 years.

He's a creature of habit.

Some of them not very nice ones, eh?

Well, he's got a rough tongue.

He doesn't physically...

No, no.

He wasn't always like that, you know.

It's the money that soured him.

Ken, I think I've got something important.

Yeah?

Michael is meeting someone tomorrow morning at six o 'clock.

Who? Well, I don't know, but he doesn't normally get up that early.

He needs his nine hours.

Yeah, where are they meeting?

At one of the sites on the Walford Road.

Right. You will be careful, won't you?

Yeah, I can look after myself.

Did you take advantage of this tip -off?

Well, I had to check it out.

Quite so, Mr Boone.

What action did you take?

Well, I took the camera, got myself in a good position, nice and early, and I

waited.

Is this the photograph you took?

Yes, it is.

These photographs, taken by Mr Boone at the Walford Road site, clearly show the

defendant handing over a large sum of money to Mr James Craven, who, as we've

seen, has already identified as the assailant in both the attacks on

House and on himself.

No further questions, Your Honour.

Thank you, Mr Boone.

Is this falling?

Mr Boone, when you visited Mr Roach's house, were you at any time alone in the

office?

Well, yes, for a couple of minutes.

And you felt no compunction about looking through Mr Roach's private

Well, I was investigating a case.

And then, of course, the next night, you broke into my client's property.

I didn't break in. Object, Your Honour. Please, Mrs Fawley, keep yourself to the

facts. Your Honour.

Mr Boone, what I'm suggesting, you were...

and are prepared to stretch the law to suit your own purposes.

Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that.

Object.

Shall we get on, Mr Dawson?

As Your Honour pleases.

Mr Boone, I'd like to draw your attention back to Exhibit 1, the

Yes. What exactly was it about them that led you to believe Mr Roach was

responsible for the attacks on the tenants?

Because of what they said.

All of what they said?

No. Well, which bits in particular?

I shall have to refer to my notebook.

When did you make those notes, Mr Boone?

At the same time as I made the copies.

Oh, well.

Paragraph 2 and 3 on page 2 refers to the redevelopment of Forsythia House.

I see.

And you're quite sure these documents were both signed and written by Mr

Yes, I recognised the signature from the one I'd seen in his office.

Also, I recognised his logo.

The logo, Mr Boone? Yes, it's very distinctive.

Yellow and green.

I see.

But, Mr Boone, was there anything in these documents that positively

my client in acts of violence against his tenants?

Well, no.

No further questions, Your Honour.

Can we call Mr Cassidy, please?

Mr Cassidy, is it right that despite your being assigned to new duties, you

continue to investigate this case on your own?

Um, yeah.

And is this something that you would normally do?

Oh, no.

No, never. Too bloody right. Presumably, your enthusiasm was seen as mitigation

in the eyes of your employers.

Um, yeah, probably.

I'll give you mitigation.

Mr Cassidy, could you please tell us... What happened on Friday the 17th of May?

I'd been following Jimmy on and off for a week.

Why, Mr Cassidy?

I was hoping to catch him with Mr Roach.

Go on.

Well, I followed him to this place called Rock City.

And when he went in the building, I saw him pass by this car that was parked

outside.

And were you able to identify this vehicle?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, it was the one I saw at the Wind in the Willows.

Mr Roach's.

Well, it was a Friday.

There was a local band rehearsing.

It was dark.

But I could make out the silhouette of a man at the end of the corridor.

It was Eric, and he was talking to Jimmy.

Was it the same Eric Weatherby whom you had seen accompany Mr Roach to the Wind

in the Willows?

That's correct.

Are you quite sure on this point?

Positive.

May I remind the jury that Eric Weatherby was and is in the employment

defendant.

Mr Cassidy, could you hear what was being said?

Um... I could hear voices through the door, but I couldn't make out who it

so I tried to get closer.

He was talking to some woman.

Could you identify the woman?

No, she had her back to me.

Well, could you describe her appearance?

Yeah, well, she had these, like, snakeskin shoes, Annie. They were a gold

colour. A dress thing, funny sort of green, you know, bright.

And that, well, this jewellery, you know, sort of chunky.

What's going on in there again?

Just lawyer chat, okay? Nothing to worry about.

I hope it's nothing I said.

It bloody better not be.

Look, I mean, what more do they need? It's obvious that Roach paid them thugs

off.

Let's hope so.

Members of the jury, in the light of submissions made to me whilst you were

of court, I am allowing Mrs. Fawley to recall one of the Crown's witnesses.

Mrs. Fawley?

Please call Ken Boone.

What's going on?

I don't know.

She's looking a bit pleased with herself, isn't she?

Too pleased.

Mr Boone, I'd like to remind you you're still on oath.

Mrs Forley.

Mr Boone, I asked you back into the witness box because a little fact has

been brought to our attention about these documents.

Are you aware, for instance, that they're forgeries?

I beg your pardon?

They are fakes, Mr Boone.

Well, they can't be.

Well, you were kind enough in your notes to provide the court with a very

precise... description. You referred to the logo as being a distinct design of

green and yellow. This is indeed Mr Roach's logo, but only since he had his

stationery redesigned on April the 15th.

The date on this proposal is February the 22nd. Mr Boone, if this document was

genuine, the logo would be green and blue, not green

and yellow.

How do you account for this?

Well... Let me help. You visited Mr Roach on May the 10th.

According to your testimony, you were alone in the study. You saw the

on his desk.

Did you take some, Mr Boone? No, I'd never do that.

Oh, Mr Boone. So you're prepared to rummage around in Mr Roach's dustbin.

happy to break into his house, but you'd never take a blank sheet of paper from

his desk? I did not do that.

Well, we'll let the jury decide that, shall we?

I've already explained how I got it. That may be, Mr. Boone. But how do you

expect the jury to take your testimony seriously when your evidence is

fraudulent and you refuse to divulge the identity of the person who helped you

obtain it?

I've already given you my reasons.

Well, I suggest you have another think about that, Mr. Boone.

Your informant is beginning to look as genuine as these documents.

The choice is obviously yours, Mr. Boone.

It seemed to be in your best interest to tell us.

My informant was Kathleen Roach.

Well, Mr. Roach, I admit you didn't have long to think about it, but surely you

could account for something better than that.

Why on earth should Mrs. Roach want to help you and Mr. Hussain?

She knew the kind of man her husband was. She just thought perhaps I was

who could help.

And that's the truth?

Yes, well, let's look at the evidence, shall we?

Can you tell us what your notes reveal about the meetings with your informant?

I don't have any on that part of the case.

What? No notes, Mr Bloom?

I'm sure I don't need to remind the jury of the detailed, not to say admirable,

notes you took regarding the documents, and yet you're asking them to believe

that you made no attempt to record the details revealed by your most important

source. Mrs Roach asked me not to make any.

How convenient.

So there is no record of your meeting?

Nothing that can link Mrs Roach directly to the evidence you have presented?

I suppose not.

And I suppose your colleagues knew nothing of your informant? No, I kept

identity a secret from them.

Mr Boone, I suggest that you dispensed with the services of your employee,

Cassidy, to ensure that there were no witnesses to these alleged meetings.

No. No, Mr Boone.

Well, it seems to me that you were preparing to protect your informant's

identity before you'd even met her.

No, you're just... Mr. Boone, I suggest that there was no informant. That you

fabricated this story just as you fabricated these documents to ensure my

client, Mr. Roach, was found guilty.

No. No further questions, Your Honor.

Well, Ken, you've got to get her into the witness box.

You've no option, mate.

It's not going to help, Harry.

Well, of course it'll help.

There's no time to be thinking of the finer feelings of Kathleen Roche. I'm

What are you waiting for?

We've still got the lunch break.

It's not going to do any good, mate. What do you mean?

The jury doesn't believe a bloody word you've said.

You've got to get her to back you up. That's not what Mr Boone means, Mr

Crawford.

There's a legal problem.

You see, in English law, you can't make a wife testify against her husband if

she doesn't want to. And Kathleen Roche doesn't want to.

What do you mean?

It means we've been stitched up, Harry.

What? Can't you see?

Kathleen is not on our side.

She's in this with her husband. She probably forged the documents herself.

I'm afraid that's very much what it looks like, Mr Crawford. By discrediting

case, Roche walks free.

Mr Dawson, the judge wants to see you now.

Yes, yes, I'm just on my way.

Aziz, I'm really sorry.

Yeah, so am I.

I didn't see that coming.

Well, that's not much good now, is it? Come on, Aziz, leave it.

No, George, we paid for this.

It's just been one cock -up after another.

Aziz!

Come on.

Look, I, uh... I said I'd see May in the canteen.

You're welcome to join us.

No, it's all right, George. I'll catch you later.

All right, then.

Take the book in your right hand and read the words written on the card.

I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I should give should be the

whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

You are Thomas Michael Roach of the Manor, Trentford, Nottinghamshire. That

correct. How long have you been the landlord of Forsythia House?

I purchased the property approximately seven years ago.

And how would you describe your relationship with the tenants during

Well, until a few months ago, pretty amicable.

Mr. Roach, you've heard Mr. Boone's assertion that he met your wife on the

evening of the 17th of May.

Well, he couldn't have.

Kathleen and I were together all night.

You're absolutely sure?

Quite sure.

So why do you think Mr. Boone concocted this story?

Well, Aziz Hussain had been nursing a grudge for some time.

I can only believe that he and Boone cooked this thing up to get me.

Do you believe your wife could have informed against you?

Absolutely impossible.

Kathleen and I have an extremely good marriage.

Would your wife have had the requisite knowledge to have acted as an informant

for Mr. Boone? No, absolutely not.

She's never shown interest in my business affairs.

She's the one I saw.

What do you mean, Rocky? She's the one I saw at Rock City with Jimmy.

Oh, God. Yeah, but she couldn't possibly have been at home. That gig was on the

17th, the same day she met Ken.

So Roach isn't lying. Exactly.

The problem is proving it.

It's a pity you didn't have your camera.

Rocky?

Mr Roach, do you know this man?

Yeah, his name's Jimmy Craven.

Can you please... Please tell me why you met him on the morning of May the 18th.

To give him some money.

Why?

He'd done some work for me. What kind of work?

Plastering. Was he an employee of yours?

Yes. For a two -week period ending the 18th of May. And before that?

Well, I'd never seen him.

Well, my foreman hires all the workmen. I don't question where he gets them from

as long as they do the job.

Mrs. Fawley, are we going to hear from anyone else about this young man's

employment? Yes, Your Honour. I'll be calling the foreman and two labourers.

All this is going to make the national paper, you know, Ken.

It'll always look a right bunch of halfwits.

It's the tenants I feel sorry for. Yes, well, you would.

I mean, all this do -good ink, and it always lands us right up to there.

OK, Harry. All right, all right.

We'd always sell the story to the local papers, I suppose.

That's it, girls. Now, come together now.

Lovely. A little bit of a smile.

All right, not too much. Give me a bit more now.

OK. Excuse me.

Yes, can I help you?

Yeah, you took some photographs at Rock City about six months ago.

Yeah, I might have.

Mr Roach, what you've told us is all very well.

But how do you account for the fact that Mr Boone knew about your meeting with

Jimmy Craven at six o 'clock on the morning of the 18th? Yes, I was

about that, but then I remembered that I was talking to Jimmy when Mr Boone was

alone in the study.

Well, he must have picked up the phone on the other extension and listened to

the whole conversation.

Isn't it just as likely that your wife told him, Mr. Rudge?

Mr. Dawson, my wife doesn't make a habit of consorting with my labourers.

To my knowledge, she's never set eyes on Jimmy Craven.

Mr. Dawson, in the absence of this James Craven, I think you've made your point.

I take it he's not available?

The police have been unable to locate him, Your Honour.

It's great you've got this stuff.

I keep it all. I've got tons out back.

I'm really grateful.

Here they are.

30 rolls, 960 prints.

Help yourself.

Just tell me one

thing. Did he make you do it?

I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Boone.

I want to know.

I don't think this is the place to be talking.

Where would be better?

Somewhere quiet down by the river.

You've got to look after your own Ken.

Nothing personal.

Nothing personal.

You're too trusting, Ken.

That's your problem.

Anything?

No. So it was never your intention to inconvenience your tenants in any way?

No. I've got nothing against those people, nothing at all.

Thank you, Mr Roach. That concludes the case for the defence, Your Honour. Thank

you, Mrs Pauley.

Mr Dawson, would you care to begin your summing up?

This is it.

This is it.

They're all soft focus.

Well, I've spent most of my life in soft focus.

I'll make a copy.

Yes. And remember, members of the jury, that it is not Ken Boone who is on trial

here, but Thomas Michael Roach.

The defense may have consistently tried to cast aspersions on Mr. Boone's

integrity.

May I remind you that you have also heard the sworn testimony of Mr. Roach's

tenants and of Mr. Rocky Cassidy, who saw Jimmy Craven and Eric Weatherby

together.

Rocky, what is it? It was taken on the evening of the 17th of May.

So? Catherine was always wrote to the liar, and this proves it.

The court has already heard how Mr Boone obtained this so -called evidence, and

how he claimed his anonymous informant was actually the defendant's wife.

What is more important is the nature of that evidence itself.

the photograph of the defendant taken at the Walford Road site.

Members of the jury, the defendant has offered a perfectly innocent explanation

of this meeting, corroborated, I might add, by the independent testimony of

three other witnesses.

The truth of the matter is that the prosecution's case has been entirely

discredited. The principal witness can provide no satisfactory explanation for

the discrepancies in his story And more importantly, he has provided not one

single piece of evidence which has stood up to the examination of this court.

Mrs. Fawley, perhaps you should look at this.

I rather think it throws a new light on the proceedings.

Wouldn't you agree, Mrs. Fawley?

I think I should have a word with my client, Your Honour.

Cheers.

Cheers. Cheers.

Ken, here's to you.

No, no, all thanks to Rocky.

Yes, Rocky, you certainly saved the day there. Bloody dramatic you birthed it

in. You watch your language or that'll be your last class.

I'm very sorry about the way I behaved earlier on. No, no problem.

Yeah, well.

Thanks to you and Rocky.

I'd like to think we can make something of this place now.

They look really good with a cloud of paint.

You're offering your services.

Are you going to help us, Rocky?

Well, we all know how you like to lend a hand.

It's the boy scouting him coming out.

Yeah, he's a devil with a pint brush.

Hang on a minute.

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