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I'll beat them all at their own game.

Right -o.

Six sausage roll, six packet of crepe,
six fig night, twenty fags and the fig

and all, yeah?

That's me, love.

Sorry, Petal, for the car declined.

I'll bugger off, seriously.

What were you trying to buy, miss?

It's Mrs.

And that's not important, is it? I got
money in there. I wouldn't go through.

I see a payment of 3 ,000 from the
account this morning. Is that you?

No, it bloody was not.

You too?

To eight Bridges estate agents.

Right. Yep.

That'll be all. Thanks.

Leave a message after the beep.

Alan Love, I'm on my way to court and my
car's been declined in Bainswell.

I think you might be something to do
with why.

Call me back.

Hands down, finest shoe I've ever worn.

Well, what size are you?

Does Alan want a pair?

I wouldn't be better than him.

Well, but Blinky's got a shitload. A
genuine article.

He's wrapping off on half of you, but
like some woolly boot Robin Hood.

Pair for Al, go on. You're good, thanks,
Dave.

Not on me. No one wants you to knock off
second -hand boots, all right? Eat your

sausage roll. They're new in the box,
you tech.

Oh, here he bloody is. Hello.

Oh, no, wait.

Hello? Hello, Claire. Sorry to bother
you.

Roderick Pritchard here, calling about
Becca.

Are you available to come to the school
for a chat today?

Becca's form teacher has raised some
concerns.

Um, yeah.

Can I ask...

Not over the phone. Okay.

Is it bad?

No. No, I understand.

Thanks.

Everything all right?

Oh, yeah.

Becca. Bloody kid.

Don't get me started.

They put a fire down the docks last
night.

Right on my doorstep.

Kids. Could hear the little shits from
my tent.

A fire?

Mm.

Oh, I gotta go.

Well, I better be getting back to it.

Be good.

So, Mary, how's our newest volunteer to
the magistrate's bench?

Yeah, excited.

I'm entering tramps now, are we? Eh,
don't call him a tramp. He's a human

Me and Davey went to the same primary
school. I've actually known him longer

than I've known my own husband.

Sorry, I didn't mean... That's all
right.

But if you're going to make it as a
magistrate, be on the lookout for bias.

Can't judge books by cover.

Everyone's got a story.

You are joining the A &E of the criminal
justice system.

First port of call.

Some days it feels hopeless and
overwhelming, and other days, just

Can't believe it. The day has arrived.

No.

Mary, meet exemplary magistrate, legend
of the bench, and my original mentor, Mr

Owen Williams.

Hello, pleasure to meet you, sir. Well,
it's hello and goodbye, I'm afraid.

Today's my last day after...

Oh, I hesitate even to count it.

25 years.

This is Mary's final observation before
she starts hitting.

One in, one out, eh?

So what do they give you after a quarter
of a century on the bench?

Don't ask.

After 25 years of voluntary service, not
even an email of thanks, huh?

Three pint?

Forget it.

Get off me!

Oh, look at this.

And the start of orders.

And they're off. All right.

I'd have thought Gareth would have
caught him.

The agility of a defendant fleeing from
a courthouse. He's going to make it. Oh,

nobody's ever got past Davies.

The best sweeper in the court legal
system.

I'll do my best not to look on this as
an admission of guilt, but you do get a

third off for a guilty plea.

I discuss options with the duty.

So it was said never judge a book by its
cover. That is Gareth Phillips.

I've been reading that book for over ten
years.

If it had a cover, it would be a picture
of an absolute... Court stand, please.

Number seven on your list, Your Worship.

Please state your name and address to
the court.

Jack Barnett, 15 Pendleton Road.

Mr Barnett, you're charged with racially
aggravated assault on PC Campbell on

the 5th of March. How do you plead?

Guilty. He wasn't racial. He's Scottish,
and I called him... Sit, Mr Barnett.

You've entered your plea. I'm sure we're
about to learn all the exciting

details.

I admit, I've messed up a bit.

You had a rail worker in a headlock, and
you were threatening to hit him over

the head with a bottle of wine.

That's more than a bit.

Application for bail granted.

On condition you stay out of Newport
Railway Station.

Comply. If you don't... you will be
arrested, brought back, and bail will be

reconsidered. Don't let us down.

Oh, thank you.

God bless you, Magistrate C.

Right, off you pop.

Break for ten. Cut for any Jeremy
Dodger.

Court stand, please.

Listen, what it is, it's nothing to
worry about. I had a big ground rent on

flat and they didn't have my business
account details to hand.

That flat's been nothing but grief since
the day you bought it. It's a messed

egg, love.

I've heard that before.

Look, once I get back home, I can zip
the cash straight back into our joint

account. It's absolutely not a problem.

All right, Al.

It's just a boring cash flow thing.

Alan, stop.

More pricing. What the hell's going on
with Becca?

What about Becca?

I've had a call from Roger Pritchard
asking to see us today. How do you not

this? You work in the same building.

Fine.

I'll see you there. Well, it's not fine,
is it?

Are you all right?

Me? Tippity -top. I'll see you at
school.

Boy.

What do you think, boss?

I think someone wants me to think I'm
unlucky.

Or they think I'm stupid.

The trouble is... I know me neither.

I think I must have tea.

Last of the day. Three guesses.

A million quid if you get it right.

I never bet against the unbridled
creativity of Newport.

The charge is causing unnecessary
suffering to a protected animal.

Hamster in a blender.

Ah, wrong answer.

Cat in a trouser pack.

Ah, one left. Make it count.

Goldfish in a pint.

Down in one on his head.

How do you know it's a him?

Oh, that I will bet on.

We've seen eating goldfish before,
haven't we? This is a new crime.

No such thing. We've seen it all.

Chihuahua off a balcony, eighth floor.

Oh.

The dog didn't report this himself,
then.

Prada cannot appear as a material
witness today.

Sadly.

What sort of person checks an innocent
creature off a balcony, eh? Well, we're

all only innocent until proven guilty.

Let's see what Prada did in his last
moment on Earth.

In final mitigation, my client is
remorseful.

He made a terrible mistake and has
cooperated with police throughout.

Mr Higgins has never committed an
offence against an animal before and is

unlikely to do so in the future.

He's broken off relations with Prada's
owner.

They are no longer in contact.

He may not have committed an offence
like this before, but there have been

offences. A lot of them.

That stopped suddenly in 2020.

You were 19.

What happened?

Moved to Newport and turned over a new
leaf.

Three months in Wakefield.

What can I say?

The rehabilitation you lot gave me
worked.

I'm a reformed character.

We've heard a lot of mitigation, but
nothing about why you did it.

Doe barking, axe shouting, just want to
be some quiet.

It worked.

Well, bench will retire.

Court stand, please.

Well, that full stop in his previous is
a sure sign of a career criminal.

He's graduated to the big time.

Law hasn't been able to touch him since.

For me...

That crosses the custody threshold.

The man's a monster.

Hmm.

Marie, what do you think?

I thought the same as Lisa.

Then I read the mental health report.

Higgins had the worst start you can
imagine.

Given up for adoption at birth, into the
care of the state, looked after child,

but he was never looked after by anyone.

Six different homes.

one of which was turned over for abuse.

The only foster carer he had longer than
two months committed suicide.

He found her body when he was seven
years old.

What do I think?

I think it's a miracle he's alive to
throw anything off a balcony.

He did a terrible thing, but it's not as
bad as what's been done to him.

Tarek?

I don't like those little dogs.

Should we crack on?

He can catch up when he gets here. So
sorry.

I got lost in the thrill of the ten mock
papers.

Right, what seems to be the problem?

Becker's head of year has expressed some
concern.

Becker's one of our... Brighter student,
straight A, Oxbridge contender. But

we've noticed a change in her this term.

Attendance is down, her work standard
slipping.

And she's making noises about not going
to university at all. She bloody well

is. I just think... Sorry.

I just think she's trying it on.

She's a smart kid. She knows what she
wants.

No, um, issues at home?

None at all.

Oh, well, hang on a minute.

She's a teenager. We haven't got a clue
what she's up to half the time.

I work in steel and welfare. I deal with
problem kids.

I know when a kid is on the road to
ruin. God knows you do too, Rodri, with

experience. I don't think this is
anything more than textbook teenage

Becca's smart.

Precocious, yes.

Challenging, exhaustingly so. But she'll
pull it out of the bag. She always

does.

Thanks for letting us know.

We can support her through this.

Leave it with us.

Fucking killer.

Calm down, Clary.

I'm going to tie her up in a knot and
chuck it into next Tuesday. Why am I

hearing about this now?

It's news to me, too. Why, Alan, you
work here.

You're supposed to be keeping an eye.
What is going on with you? Nothing.

Look, we'll talk to her together
tonight, but she's fine.

She's a bright girl working it out. It's
a rite of passage.

I'm telling you, you don't need to
worry.

I'll see you later.

Work hard.

Stay in school.

Pass your exams.

Four.

Seventy -gayish student death and a life
-binding contract with a man.

Fuck that.

I'll take the cash equivalent, thank
you.

Flippin' in crypto.

Right.

Where you lost off to now?

Home, tea, telly. Fuck that.

It's gone. It's got closed in my bag.

Yeah, I'm not going out like this.

But into town?

Nicky a new outfit from the arcade.

Straight to the carpenter's beer garden.

Get the old pervs to pay for our drinks.

Hi, love.

There she is.

Oh, I don't know how you juggle being
our manager and volunteering as a

magistrate. You're like a superhero.

Come off it. Oh, I'm serious.

Sometimes I'm scared to leave the
outside alone volunteer in court.

I don't even watch the news no more.

So do something about it.

Make the world less gay.

Sometimes you get to wear a cape.

Oh, you.

Live a thrilling double life.

Yeah, look at us.

Thrilling. Yeah.

Imagine. Me, up there.

They have to call you your worship, you
know.

Oh, I am in, love.

Where do I sign?

Oi, oi.

It's Gav.

With a bottle of wine.

At the train station.

Remember?

Of course I do.

Got a job.

Start tomorrow.

Timmy has just shown me the ropes.

Oh, Gav will work it out, Tim.

Docket grabs stack.

Don't get caught eating the stock.

I didn't get a chance to thank you
earlier.

My little one's made up I'm around next
few months.

I thought I was going down on remand for
sure.

So, yeah, thanks.

You're welcome.

Nice to see you out and about and moving
on. Yeah, man.

See you on the ice.

What if I see you first?

It's Humphreys.

You can see him now.

Five minutes, Mum.

You're still in shock. You need some
rest.

Mum, I never... You're saying it's
Arthur.

No, they're wrong. They're saying the
whole place was doused in petrol.

I promise, it wasn't me. Well, who was
it?

Someone else there?

Honest, Mum, I've got no idea.

I know what you're saying, I just think
we've got to try and be patient with

her. She got back at 11 .30 last night,
Al. Eyes like sodding saucers, after we

told her to come back straight from
school.

What are we supposed to do?

Chain her to her desk?

Lock her in her bedroom?

Sounds like a reasonable solution.

You've got a bloody cheek.

Where were you out to so late last
night? I was at the library, Mother.

I'm not laughing.

You were dead -o up there, minutes after
getting in.

Empty package of Amidodgers next to the
bed. My Amidodgers, by the way, that I

paid for. Oh, my God, Mum, I'll give you
the money, is it?

Oi, Becca, don't cheek your mum.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Everything you're doing now, I've done
it. Got the T -shirts. I wrote the

book, Becca.

Because you were born in the Bronx.

Worth the bettors.

You've got no idea how lucky you are.
Oi, place.

We spent yesterday afternoon defending
you to Mr Pritchard. A few Welsh back

lessons. Nothing that matters. Chill
out.

He said you're talking about not going
to university.

You never went. Because I couldn't. Now
look at me, working two jobs and

sweating through night school.

There we go.

Let's stop trying to live all your lost
dreams through memeing. What?

You have got no idea, Becca, how hard we
work so you can have all of this handed

to you. A bunch of mortgages you can't
pay.

Now you're rolling credit cards, so
joke's on you.

Um, excuse me.

What's that supposed to mean?

Ignore me? What do I know?

I'll be good.

Model, daughter, student and citizen.

Pinky promise.

I haven't got time for this.

I'm due in court.

Jack, have a great day, love.

You, school.

I remember my first return.

1999.

Chepstone Mags before they sold it off.

Thought I might faint and say something
bloody stupid.

Just remember, you're a winger.

You don't have to speak in open court.

Ready for your first sit -in, Mary?

She's gone mute.

You'll be fine. Just look serious and
don't forget to breathe.

Has anyone got a copy of today's list?

Here you go.

I need to see Miss Graham.

Ned Humphreys.

Cut this afternoon.

Full disclosure.

I know his mum. We used to live on the
same street.

You close?

Um, we were friendly years ago. Haven't
seen her for about six or seven years.

Well, everybody knows everybody in
Newport.

The town's not big enough to make total
strangers a requirement.

Are you all right with it?

Yeah. I just wanted to flag it.

Well, fine by me.

Ready? I can talk again, but I feel
sick.

Time to shine.

Right, it was three knocks, nice and
loud. Don't want that lot to smell fear.

Identify yourself.

Ed Humphreys, 16 Gurnard Road.

Mr Humphreys, we can't hear you, and we
need to.

Right now, you are the most important
person in this courtroom, so speak

and clearly, and don't be scared.

Ed Humphreys, 16 Gurnard Road.

Mr Humphreys, you're here today on first
appearance, charged with arson and

criminal damage by fire.

On the 10th of March at 2am, it is
alleged that you were at Bridewell

Road and set fire to a warehouse at the
same address.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Mr Humphreys regrets involvement in the
warehouse party, but he had nothing to

do with the fire.

His clothing tested negative for
accelerants. There's no evidence of

premeditation, no motive.

Ned is a young man of good character
from a stable family. Indeed, his

are in court today supporting him.

Mr Humphrey suffers with ADHD and was
off his medication at the time of the

party. He attributes his foolish
behaviour to this lapse of judgment.

He has since been taking his medication
without fail.

Well, we're pleased to hear Mr
Humphrey's mental health is being

Prosecution have confirmed...

that he has a bright future ahead of
him. He's taking his A -level.

A spell on Rahman before trial would be
damaging. I hardly need mention how long

it could last, given the backlog.

Yes, we're all aware that trials are
being listed deep into next year.

We've heard from CPF, who oppose bail,
but prosecution, do you have anything

further you'd like to share with the
court?

It's a serious defence, Your Worship.

Evidence puts the defendant at the
scene.

Forensics and witnesses linked the
fireworks and accelerant. If found

there is prospect of a lengthy custodial
sentence.

Furthermore, the defendant tested
positive for Class A drugs.

Thank you.

Bench will retire.

Court stand, please.

What was all that at the back of court
when that man came in?

Peter Burton.

Looking gorgeous.

Man's got more blood on his hands than
Palfrey's butchers.

He was very un -Tony Soprano.

What's he doing here?

He must have one of his meatheads up
this afternoon.

No, he wouldn't come in here for that.

Er, right.

Kettle on. Notes.

First sitting, so you get to speak
first.

Am I in the wrong bog?

If I needed a piss, I'd go next door,
Your Worship.

This is scary.

Is it supposed to be?

Come on, you're tougher than that.

You used to be, but people change, eh?

Why are you here, Pete?

And I know it's not a detail you're
undying, love.

Don't let the kid out on bail.

Keep him in, even if it's just for a few
days. I need some time.

Are you joking?

I'm in the little girls.

On your say -so, I'm supposed to just
throw away legal guidelines, bin the

act, something you've relied on for
survival more than once.

If you have evidence, talk to the
prosecution.

Tell the police.

If I knew what this was, I'd tell you.

Okay?

But until I do, don't let him out.

He's going to be safer inside.

I'm trying to take care of this.

That's a kid.

When have you given a shit about anyone
except yourself?

I haven't asked you for anything.

Not in 20 years.

The kid is in over his head.

Is that a threat?

You threatening him or you threatening
me?

I'm asking for a favour.

Yeah, that's not allowed either.

Oh, Claire.

Now you've wound up behind rules and
papers.

I'll never know.

And I'll never know why you're not
behind bars serving back -to -backs.

This is a serious matter.

And the Crown have made representations
opposing bail.

We do not take our decision lightly and
have taken the time to have in -depth

discussions.

The bench have decided we will grant
bail with

a curfew requirement attached.

Mr Humphreys, you must spend each night
at your home address 15 Gernard Road.

You will be at home every night from 8pm
to 8am.

You will be fitted with a GPS tag and
that tag will be worn at all times.

If you break these conditions, you will
be arrested and brought back to court

where bail will be reconsidered. Do you
understand?

All stand.

Behold, my tower of power.

You what?

When I have it up and running, I'll pump
water from the river to all these

allotments free of charge.

I'm without a carbon footprint anywhere.

You could be in the warm doing a jigsaw
puzzle, you know. I'm retired, not dead.

You are.

What are two cans to celebrate your
freedom?

Oh.

Not a true friend.

But you're also a busy mother of two.

I can't believe you came all this way
just to admire my radishes.

In all your time on the bench, did
anyone ever try and intimidate you?

You mean other than the...

Defendants, lawyers, police, other
magistrates, parking attendant.

Peter Berthin came into my court today.

Asked me for a favour.

Court doesn't do those.

Justice without fear of favour,
affection or ill will.

It's in the oath.

What are you afraid of, Claire?

These raised beds.

They get the best earth in the world.

I bring it up from the river in barrows.

I don't know what's in it quite, but
whatever comes out wins meadows.

Take your shoes off.

You are.

Owen, I'm not putting my feet in that
shite. Shite comes out of people.

Life comes out of this mud.

Come on.

You can't save the planet without
getting your hands dirty.

Look, I'm all for that, but also, fuck
off.

Are you doing it?

I don't need the help.

Trust me, take them off.

I'll remind you, I'm still the chairman
of the bench until midnight tonight, and

I'll be your mentor forever and ever.
Amen.

All right, all right.

If your mental health section 135 comes
before my course, you don't want me not

to sign it, right?

That is disgusting.

The history of everything between your
toes.

Where we all come from and where we all
end up.

So what's your point?

Found in mud.

If needs be.

Neck deep.

What do you smell?

Sewage? Life.

You don't owe Peter Burton anything.

Yeah, you of all people know that that
just isn't true.

Where have you been?

Sorry. Owen insisted on a farewell
drink. Would have been rude not to.

Oh, lucky scratch card.

Little treat.

Family dine -in for four.

The money's back in the joint account.

And found a tenant.

Deposit's come through already.

There's the Al.

Amazing. Well done.

Don't go mad, my Al.

Still got bills to pay.

Mortgage next week.

Car finance.

Jack's father in trumpet lessons. Yeah,
all right. It's one meal.

None of your nonsense tonight, please. I
don't want to hear it.

I wanted to say sorry, actually.

This morning.

I was a twat.

Language. But, apology accepted, you may
lay the table.

How was school, though?

Fine. Pull your finger out, Bex.

Full marks in Spanish oral. Thanks,
Jack, the little shit. Language.

Your use of words has never been in
question.

Hey, everyone's talking about this, um,
fire business and Ned Humphreys.

What are they saying?

Well, talk of the town and the staff
room. You used to hang around with Ned

we lived in Mitre Coy, Bill. We used to
be mates.

Bill, me.

Well, me.

Me.

I went maths with his cousin.

She was quiet.

Is he going to prison?

All right, Hula, let's leave it there.
This isn't gossip, Hodder.

Exactly. It's not fair.

The guy's done nothing wrong. Well,
actually, Bex.

He's been breaking and entering into
private property. Yeah, him and the rest

Year 12.

He was just drinking cider in an
abandoned warehouse.

Well, it could be linked to something
more serious, love.

Like drugs, gangs.

He found a few cans on a Sunday night
with his mates.

What else is there to do around here?

You weren't there, were you?

Well, that knows.

You know that.

Well, speak as you find, I've always
found there to be a nice kid.

Police are asking kids for having fun.

Defend the bastards, I see.

Defend the firemen, too. You might need
them if your house goes up.

Oh, Ned.

He's supposed to go to uni.

Now he's locked up for going to a party.
Oh, he's not, actually. He's out on

bail until his trial at Crown Court.

So he got arrested?

No, he got bailed this afternoon.

Bloody hell, this has got to kick. I'm
going to need some milk.

Dead lost. You'll never get it slow.
I've done even three.

Come on, then.

Come here, you fucking rat. Shut your
face, wanker.

You just called me a little shit. I
called you a wanker. Huh? Because you

one. What's going on here?

It's all over your fucking car. We've
told them a thousand times.

You're over the car, we're here.

Why? You're over my car.

I get it, I do. I think it's cool.

No. Give me one or I'll kick you.

No.

Don't mess with your mum.

Oh, Hannah.

Alan? What the hell?

Well, she did the washing up. I thought
we said she was grounded.

She's gone to the cinema. Emma and Nala
put her in an Uber up to Spitty Park and

they're going to get the bus back
together. You're too soft on her, aren't

You heard her. She's trying.

She's apologised.

Exactly.

She's really not a bad kid. Trust me,
you should see some of the kids in her

year. On her worst day, she doesn't even
make the top ten.

I did.

Yeah, I bet.

Police around all too often. My mum knew
what biscuits they liked.

You see, it's in there, all right.

Well, I do know.

He's such an op.

What's

up,

folks?

Mind if I see low tops for my paintwork?

Fuck off, you little shits.

What do you reckon?

Ugly bit of plastic.

Doesn't suit my beautiful boy.

Oh, come on, ma 'am.

Look, I'm just half of your home, OK?

Your dad wants fish and chips for tea. A
little celebration.

Brilliant. I'll go.

It's only seven. I've got ages.

Are you sure?

You heard Claire, OK? This curfew is not
a joke.

Come on, Mum. I've been huffing stale
farts in the cells all day.

Fifteen minutes down to the fries and
back. No danger.

All right.

Savoy for your dad and extra mushies for
me.

Cheers, ma 'am.