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- Half your age?
- I know.

It's wrong. It won't end well.

He knows it's against the rules.

Billy...

We're not sure how
he fits in to modern life.

What are you saying, miss?

When you've had 15 years at the
bar, I might be interested in your opinion.

Right now, you don't exist.

This is not about me.

This is about who
the jury believes.

So, Abortion Act, 1967.

Let's book you in, shall we?

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Well, you're in front of
Donovan, so you never know.

Well, why are you here?

Client needs to know
the result quickly.

Is the client all right?

Why would I grant bail to a
16-year-old with four pages of form

and a trial date a few days
away? Why would I do that?

Good morning, Your Honour.

Good morning, Miss Costello.

Gross indecency, public
place, broad daylight.

Could go to prison for
some time if convicted.

Why would I take the risk?

It's his mother's funeral
tomorrow afternoon.

That's a prison issue.

Yes, it is, but they can't
or they won't take him

and, well, he's threatening
to commit suicide.

That's emotional blackmail.

Well, four suicides
in the last three years

where Mark Draper is being
held and 38 serious attempts.

They're not very good at
keeping vulnerable children safe.

Are you saying he'd be less safe
in custody than he would be on bail?

It's a brave proposition for
any member of the bar to put.

Oh, braver still for
a judge to act on it.

Are you flattering
me, Miss Costello?

I wouldn't try that on someone
with Your Honour's integrity.

He's 16 years old,
his mother is dead

and he wants to
say goodbye to her.

- Is there a father on the scene?
- No.

Where would he stay?

There has to be a residence
condition, and a proper one,

so that a curfew
can be enforced.

I'm sorry, I really am, but I
can't grant unconditional bail.

Martha. Go on.

35 Maverly Street, NW5.

Whose address is that?

It's Michael Connelly,
Your Honour.

My instructing solicitor.

That is a brave proposition.

You're one of a kind,
Michael Connelly.

Just trying to do what people should
have been doing from a long time ago.

And what's stopping them?

He is.

And... And the nice man that got
chatting to Mark three years ago

in an amusement arcade
in Leicester Square.

- A pimp?
- Uh-huh.

But Mark's been on
remand for four months.

Away from his pimp.

This is our chance, Martha.

- Miss.
- Jake.

Do you want to thank
me for the listing?

What?

I'm not sure any other
judge in that building

- would've given your boy bail.
- Oh. Thank you, Billy.

He's always quite
fancied you, old Donovan.

You really know how
to make a girl feel good.

Thanks, miss.

You're the best there is, miss.

Bet you say that to every
member of chambers.

Ah, you're a product, miss,

with a USP I can sell
over and over again.

When I put you up for something,
everybody knows what they're getting.

And what are they getting?

Now you're just fishing.

I'm pregnant.

Can you sell that?

I thought barristers weren't allowed
to wear their robes outside the court.

Do I care about rules like that?

The Lord Chief.

- Hi, Bob.
- Hello, Niamh.

Bob?

Bob the Lord Chief?

What kind of pupil are
you, Niamh Cranitch?

First time in 15 years

I've known something about
me own life before you do.

You don't know
what to do, do you?

No.

We'll manage this.

When a barrister comes back
to chambers in his wig and gown,

what's he saying, Jakey boy?

He wants everybody to know

he's been over the road
in the Court of Appeal?

Bang on. Clerking
in his blood, that boy.

Don't tell anyone, Billy.

Of course I won't.

- Hello, Shoe Lane Chambers...
- Good result, sir?

It'll be in The Times
legal report, so, uh,

good publicity for chambers,
which is what matters.

You're the best there is, sir.

Billy?

Yep, two minutes, miss.

You in court this
morning, Martha?

Just a bail application.
Nothing, really.

- Yes, miss?
- Aged debt.

- Miss?
- £9,000, I know,

dating back two years.

- Well, I've tried...
- No, you haven't.

What's that, miss?

You don't want to rock
the boat with big solicitors

by demanding payment for
a junior member of chambers

when the same solicitors bring
the senior end so much heavy work.

- That's not true.
- You're lying.

I can read your
face like a book.

Okay. Quid pro quo.

The money is tight at the junior end
so there's no room for new tenants.

I don't want any newcomers
taking a bite of my small pie.

We say no to both
of them. Agreed?

That's for chambers to vote on.

Not many go against
what you want.

- Pupil.
- Yeah?

Turnbull and everything since. I
need all the case law by 6:00 tonight.

- Start with Archbold.
- Yeah, I don't actually...

- Yes?
- Nothing.

Good luck.

- Been a while since we co-defended.
- Have we ever?

September 1999,
multi-handed common assault,

Hendon Mags, we went
in there all wigs blazing,

we killed them, all of us
walked. It was unforgettable.

Yeah, except you don't
wear wigs in Magistrates court.

Yeah, well,
metaphorically speaking.

Noah, I was just wondering if
I could borrow your Archbold.

Oh, sorry. I don't bring it into
chambers when I don't need it.

Mr. Zeigler, Andrew
Wiles, your con, is here.

The cottaging? You're
having your con in chambers?

- Yeah. You're not?
- No. Five minutes, morning of the trial.

It's not like legal aid's got
money to throw around.

- Sorry about the Archbold.
- Don't worry.

What he means is he
spends no time in Crown Court

so he doesn't actually
need his Archbold.

He hasn't left home in
years. Where's yours?

On order.

If you'd care to follow me, Dr
Wiles, my office is just upstairs.

You all right?

- Hello.
- Hi.

Mark, this is Martha Costello.

That man there,
Michael Connelly,

I can't tell you what
professional risks he's taking

by having you on
bail in his house.

Don't betray that trust.

Is that your sports
car in the car park?

Yeah.

Where are you from, Mark?

Stoke.

It's a dump.

Yeah, it's a horrible,
miserable dump.

But they do have Rory Delap.

You haven't really given
Michael any instructions.

And we need instructions.

I wasn't doing anything.

Do you spend time in that park?

No.

Never been there before.

And the toilet, it's a
notorious cottage, is it?

I don't know.

It was the first time
I'd ever been there

and I was just taking a piss
and the copper jumped us.

How old were you when
you started working, Mark?

Can I tell Martha?

Thirteen.

Ran away from home
and came to London.

- Drugs?
- I don't do drugs.

My mum.

It's what he's
running away from.

She died of a heroin overdose.

I'm sorry.

Glue?

Yeah.

Tell me about the
people arrested with you.

I know one was a middle-aged
man and the other about your age.

What else can you tell me?

A suit

and a leather jacket.

- That's it.
- And had you seen them before?

Nobody even goes
cottaging any more.

It's bullshit, this.

The jury will almost certainly hear
about your previous convictions

for indecency and dishonesty.

Nobody will believe you
were there to have a pee.

Well, they'll have to.

I didn't do it. I wasn't
even in a cubicle.

I need to know about this if
you want me to help you, Mark.

I'm not pleading guilty.

That's fine. I'm not going to push
you into anything you don't want.

That's the deal.

So what were you doing?

- Going for a walk?
- I swear on my mum's life.

They're, um...

Heavy.

- Michael.
- Hello.

- Is the funeral in Stoke?
- Mmm-hmm.

And who's paying
for him getting there?

Well, Stoke City Reserves
are playing at home,

and I have always dreamed
of seeing Stoke City Reserves.

- Oh, no, no, no.
- Ah-ah-ah. Half.

Please.

Thank you, Martha.

- Bye-bye, Clive.
- Bye.

Dorothea complex.

What?

Women in love with the
idea of helping people.

Just don't try and compete with St
Michael in the compassion stakes.

I do what I can.

So do I.

There's a thin line between
helping people and self-indulgence.

I mean, how long do you actually
get, 10 minutes in their lives?

And then you step right in and... I
mean, what are you actually going to do?

Are you a social worker,
a parent, a psychiatrist?

Who do you think we are?

You know, the best thing you
can do, and the most honest, is win.

That's what it's all about. And
move on to the next one and win that.

The rest is just ego.

If you really did invest in
everyone you represented,

you'd have burned out years
ago, and you haven't, have you?

You always, always
pick up when I call.

Get in here now, sir.

Right. Dangerous dogs.

- Holloway Mags.
- When?

Now. Go.

- It's half past one.
- So you're late.

Hello. Yes, I've
got Noah Zeigler.

And it's husband and wife
and they hate each other.

Yeah, he's 17 years. Cool?

Quick coffee?

The cottaging?

Anyone would think you
didn't have a life to live, Martha.

Okay. Okay. Um...

- Where's Holloway Mags?
- I don't know.

Don't get headless.

It takes 15 minutes to get there,
and they know you're coming.

So three minutes with
me now will help you.

Right, so single issue.
Always the same.

Is it a pit bull or not?
So it's length of hips,

width of skull, size of bite.

Measure these against
the breed standard.

Will the dog be there?

No. No, the measurements
are in the brief.

The dog's in custody. And
it's secret location nowadays

'cause owners started
mounting these mad rescue bids.

Okay. Measurements, Nick.

The bigger the difference
from the breed standard,

the easier it is to argue that
you're a Labrador or whatever.

Male or female?

Is your dangerous
dog a boy or a girl?

Uh, girl. Oh, no, no, no, that's
Niamh's dog that's the girl.

- So you're co-defending with Niamh?
- Yeah.

They'll send a member of
chambers down to watch.

That's what clerks do to get
a look at rival pupils in court.

You're in a contest.

No, no, no, it is my
dog that's the girl.

Okay. Well, ask someone
if she's an entire bitch.

Just makes you sound like you
know what you're talking about.

- You look different.
- Mmm. Fresh lipstick.

- Go!
- Right.

Thanks, ma'am.

- Oh. Um, Nick?
- What?

Temperament.
That's the other thing.

Cross-examine the prosecution's
expert on the dog's personality.

Because they never spend
more than 10 minutes with the dog.

Okay.

Which one
would you take on, Jake?

- The thing about Niamh...
- Yeah?

She's got, like,
quite nice jugs.

Okay, Jake, leaving
the jugs aside.

I don't know.

You ever seen the
film Sophie's Choice?

Meryl Streep and a Nazi
concentration camp guard.

He offers to let one
of her two children live.

She has to choose between them.

- Which one does she save?
- Can't remember.

- Neither.
- No, no, no, that's not right, John.

Well, there's not enough work
at the bottom end to go round.

It'd be unfair on the junior
tenants to take either people on.

Counsel is instructed to represent
Steve Crocker, owner of Frank,

who is charged under Section
One of the Dangerous Dogs Act.

Counsel will be aware
of the usual defence.

The usual defence.

Yeah, like how long are
your legs, how thick is your tail,

that kind of thing.

Um, Niamh. Niamh.

When I left primary school,
right, we had this leavers assembly

and everyone had to go up
and shake the hand of the head,

it was like her way of giving
us a blessing or something.

But everyone loved Miss Tweeny
'cause she smelled really great.

There was
this one kid, Nicky Young.

And when he went up, she
bent down to shake his hand,

and do you know what he did?

He kissed her, full
on, right on the mouth.

But it was brilliant. The whole
place erupted with laughter then.

Apart from me.

Why not you?

Because I knew what he meant.

He didn't want to go
and he did want to go.

And it was his way
of expressing that.

I don't understand.

Right. Let's, um, let's do this.

Are you the mother of Phoebe?

Oh, God. Sorry. Um...

Owner. Owner, not mother.

- Steve Crocker?
- Yeah.

I'm Niamh Cranitch, I'll
be representing you today.

- It's nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

I hope you
can sort this out for me.

Okay. Right.

This is Frank.

Right. Good name.

Good, honest name.

- Yes, miss?
- My cottaging trial on Monday.

- It's listed for two days.
- Yes, miss.

Can you keep me out
of court on Wednesday?

Just for one day.

Are you sure?

No.

Take the Monday and the Tuesday.

I can't. I'm doing this.

I'll return it. They won't miss
you and I think you need the time.

Speak of the Devil.

- Michael.
- Can you speak?

Yeah.

I've had to go to Dorking.
Mark's in the café under our office.

I'm sure he'll be okay but...

No, no, no, I understand.
No, he shouldn't be on his own.

I'm sorry, Martha.

No, it's okay.

- Twenty minutes?
- Okay, thanks. Bye.

I've got to make sure
a vulnerable teenager

makes it to his mum's
funeral tomorrow.

How would I do this with a baby?

Hello, mate. Can I
ask you a question?

When you've got two defendants
and you're cross-examining a witness,

who goes first?

I'm the usher.

Yeah, well, you've probably
seen about 4,000 cases.

- Whoever's first on the list.
- Thanks, mate.

Um, Martha said the
measurements would be in the brief?

- Yeah.
- For the dog, like, for Phoebe,

but not the breed standards
they're measured against.

Shall I call the solicitor?

And make it look you don't
know what you're doing?

- They'll never brief you again.
- Well, I'll Google it, then.

- Two minutes.
- Okay.

Word of advice.
Fiddling with your phone

in front of the client
doesn't look good.

Why are you here?

To watch you two. See
who's got what it takes.

Boy from up north, or a family
friend of the Lord Chief Justice.

In case you're worried, my
judgement on your performance

- will be purely professional.
- Right.

Steve Crocker and Sue Crocker.

About time.

Look up "pit bull,
breed standard".

I'm as clear as
it's possible to be

that Phoebe and Frank
are pit bull terrier types

within the meaning of the act.

Um...

How long did you
spend with Phoebe?

I took my time.

Oh, really? Like,
10 minutes? Fifteen?

Four hours.

It's vital to look
properly at temperament

as well as physical makeup.

I wouldn't ever want
to appear in court

without giving a dog
a fair crack of the whip,

- given the penalty.
- The penalty?

The death penalty.

Is there a defence expert?

Um...

No. No, there isn't.

Well, you'd better
put your case properly.

Yeah, um...

My case is that

Phoebe is not a
pit bull terrier type.

- She is.
- She's not.

Very incisive, Mr. Slade.

Are you planning on deepening
your line of questioning?

Um, is Phoebe an entire bitch?

Yes.

Thank you.

Frank.

Front leg from point
of elbow to the ground,

one-third of his
height at the withers.

Breed standard, half of the
dog's height at the withers.

- Well...
- Right or wrong?

- Right.
- Frank's tail,

one and a half inches
around at the base

and one and a half
inches at the tip.

Breed standard, two
inches at the base

and half an inch at the tip.

- Yes.
- What kind of a pit bull is Frank?

Uh, small one. Possibly a runt.

He's not a runt. How dare you?

So small that it's possible
he's a Staffordshire.

- What was the verdict?
- Guilty.

What, both?

Yeah, both. The
magistrate just hates dogs.

Uh, sorry, but where are you?

In the foyer. You?

Babysitting. Look, I'm
really sorry but I've got to go.

Mitigation. What can I
say to save Phoebe's life?

Well, sometimes, Nick,
you've just got to face the music.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

Mr. Connelly's working.

So you needed some company.

Who'll be at the funeral?

Don't know.

Nobody.

Don't know.

Mark?

Thanks.

What for?

For getting me out on bail.

My mum.

Feels good.

I mean, it's bad.

But it feels good to be going
up there, you know, for her.

It's Mr. Connelly
you should thank.

Maybe I could repay him
by not betraying his trust.

Hello?

Yeah.

I can't get ahold of him. I need you
to keep calling him until you get him.

And when you do, can you
tell him to ring me straight away?

Yes, miss. Who, miss?

Oh. Michael Connelly.

- What's happening?
- I don't want to talk about it.

Because we're co-defending

or because you're stupid enough
to get in too close to a rent boy?

Somebody has to
take responsibility.

I will not just stand there and
let a child disappear from view

as if he never existed.

You will. You'll have to.

Coprophagia.

Do you know what it's
like living with coprophagia?

I can imagine.

Tore us apart, me and him.

- Could I ask you a question?
- Hmm.

What is an entire bitch?

She's not. I'll tell
you that for nothing.

- Sorry?
- Why do you think we never had any kids?

I gave them one
last night together.

You know, normally
when Phoebe was in heat

we'd keep them apart
for obvious reasons but...

I couldn't... You know,
maybe it's the woman in me.

Their last night together.

Bye.

- You love dogs, don't you?
- What do you want?

I know I'm not allowed to know where
the kennel is but you know where it is.

And, um, well, you saw Phoebe
there two days after the arrest.

What do you want?

Can you call them? There's
a question I need you to ask.

Mr. Slade.

Phoebe suffers from coprophagia.

Which is an incredibly serious
condition which she and her loving owner

have had to live with for, um...

Well, um, for years.

Thank you, Mr. Slade.

Anything more?

She's pregnant.

Phoebe is pregnant.

You can't kill unborn puppies

and you can't kill a mother who's
pregnant with unborn puppies.

Because that would be...

This is England.

Is there a case law on this?

Yes.

There's a discretion to place any
dog on the Index of Exempted Dogs.

You can't destroy
pregnant bitches.

Exempt her. Put
her on the Index.

Frank is the father of
these unborn puppies.

Hold on, what are
you trying to say?

That these puppies
need a father figure?

I'm sorry. David Cameron
may be Prime Minister

but the primacy of the nuclear
family does not extend to dogs.

Stand up, please.

Steven Crocker, I fine you £300.

And I make a destruction
order in relation to your dog.

Well, say the name.

Have the courage to say the
name of the dog you're killing.

Susan Crocker, I
impose the same fine.

And in relation to your dog,

she will be placed on the
Index of Exempted Dogs.

What does that mean?

Your barrister will
explain everything.

Tell me now!

Phoebe is free to go.

Come here, you beautiful genius!

Oh, thank you so much!
You clever, clever boy!

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Sorry.

Was it a phone call or...

Lots of texts.

And then he answered a call.

Will you still take
him to Stoke?

- Yes, if he shows up.
- It's my fault.

What do we do about
the bail position?

Leave it.

It was listed, Michael.

You can't not
report a bail breach.

I feel like saying it's
all over with Mark.

I can't do that.

Well, you wouldn't be much help to
him by being struck off, would you?

Sorry.

No, no, no, no, no. It's...

It's been two years, that's all.

Trying to get him
away from his pimp.

You said there were
glimpses of hope.

He's good, you see.

Mark feels cared for.
It's classic grooming.

Can you believe
it? That bastard.

Forcing a boy to have sex
with those disgusting men

is seen by the boy
as a source of love.

Reminder to myself
about the curfew.

I'm going.

I'll call you.

How do you stand it?

By telling yourself,
over and over,

"All you can do is give
them an alternative."

Then it's their choice.

- Hey.
- So?

So...

Phoebe's alive and
so are her puppies.

- Great!
- Yeah.

First ever trial, a capital case,
and you saved the puppies.

Doesn't get better than that.

- Was anyone in there watching you?
- Yeah, Clive.

So he witnessed your triumph.

Have you done it? The
research I asked you for.

Oh, God! No, sorry.

- Why not?
- He was in court, Kate.

Yeah, we're all
in court, Martha.

We all do more than
one thing at a time.

How did Niamh
Cranitch look in court?

Like she's been
doing it for years.

Nick Slade?

I've made it a policy not
to comment on any pupils

I can't be positive about.

Sentence at Wood
Green Crown Court, miss.

Court Five, first up at
10:00, your first time in a wig.

You're free tomorrow, sir.

You okay?

Yeah.

Okay about not working
tomorrow when Niamh is?

Yeah, yeah.

Good.

- You okay?
- Yeah, fine. Why wouldn't I be?

I'll see you tomorrow.

You want to carry on
talking about your case.

It's just funny, though, isn't
it? It's tough to move on.

I'll never know what
happens to Phoebe.

She's got coprophagia.

I don't know what kind
of life she's going to have.

- Do you know what that is?
- No.

It's dogs that
eat their own poo.

Night, Nick.

- John Bright?
- Yeah.

Yes, sir. Okay, I'll tell you
what. I'm going to pass you on to Max.

- All right, boys, I'm off.
- Signature there, please.

- Playing hockey tonight, John?
- Yeah.

Miss.

Billy.

- Just one question.
- What is it?

Who's the father?

Doesn't he have a say?

I want to talk about Billy.

All other sets
have a fees clerk.

Why does Billy insist
on doing the money?

I checked the constitution.

The committee recommends
the chambers on clerking issues.

Clerking issues? You
want him out, Kate.

It's a bit bigger
than a clerking issue.

Armed robbery,
yardie gang members,

humped-up crackheads,
you're not afraid of any of them.

But Billy...

- Who's on the committee?
- You and me.

And Alan Caldry, who's in
The Hague for two more months.

I don't know, Kate.

It might also be a chance to
get rid of some dead wood.

What does that mean?

How much does Noah
Zeigler bring to chambers?

- Oh, sorry.
- It's all right, John.

Here are some cheques,
miss. I chased your aged debt.

Got about half of it.

And I hope you don't mind, miss, I
saw you were out of court on Monday.

It's prosecuting other members
of chambers for gross indecency.

I was thinking maybe
concentrating on prosecuting

might be a good
way to go for you.

Thank you.

- Let's go there.
- No, I don't like it there.

- No.
- Let's go to the other place...

Hello.

No word?

- What, nothing?
- No.

Wait.

You lied to me.

You promised me you wouldn't
let him down and you did.

I'm here, aren't I?

You didn't go to
your mum's funeral.

- Billy.
- Zeigler can't make it.

- Why not?
- He's got chicken pox.

- Chicken pox?
- It's his five-year-old.

- Yeah, okay.
- Is Nick with you? Is he there?

Yeah, yeah. He's here.

Noah's five-year-old has got
chicken pox, and so has Noah.

Now look, you
don't have to do this.

You have to say no
if you can't handle it.

- You could help me as we go along...
- No.

It could be cut-throat, this.
I won't be able to help you.

What did Billy say?

Billy doesn't want it
returned out of chambers.

Well, who's, um, who's
representing the other defendant?

I love a chambers
outing. No Noah?

- Yeah, he's ill. I'm doing it.
- Excellent.

What if he jumped bail tonight
and you hadn't mentioned this?

If we tell the judge, he'll
be back inside tonight.

Yes.

I'm not going to
let that happen.

We're not really in this story.
We need to keep it that way.

Great advocacy is
knowing when to do nothing.

Too many barristers have
too big an ego to keep quiet.

- Right.
- And Martha Costello is representing

the 16-year-old co-defendant.

She'll make a big noise and
cross-examine everything in sight,

because that's her way.

- Which suits us rather well.
- I get it.

Were you wearing
that jacket on the day?

- Yeah.
- Take it off.

I don't want the jury
thinking about you at all.

It matters how you behave in the
dock. Right? Keep it nice and quiet.

What about the
other one's brief?

Oh, it's his first time, we
don't need to worry about him.

Chicken pox?

Yeah.

Really? How old is he?

Mmm...

Forty-something?

- Yeah.
- But this is...

I've never even met you before.

- And we haven't had time...
- It happens quite a lot.

I know it's not
great for you, but...

When did you find out
you were taking over?

Um, well, as soon as we knew Mr
Zeigler wasn't doing the case, then...

I was briefed,
but luckily I was...

Well, I happened to be
out of court and available.

Where's your brief?

It's being biked.

You haven't read it?

I'm completely used to this.

Um...

I know all about how to
handle this kind of thing.

So, how long have
you been married?

Twenty-three years.

The same year that Andrew
started in his GP's practice.

And why were you in the park?

It's a short-cut home.

He's a lot more than a GP.

He's like a doctor and a
vicar and a social worker.

You don't know how
rare that is nowadays.

How many children have you got?

Who was that, Mark?

Your pimp?

Is that where you
were last night?

No.

Good.

You're very young, Mark.

What does that mean?

I want you to have a future.

You better get me
off, then, hadn't you?

I can't go back inside.

I know.

It is a truth universally acknowledged,
that a man going into a public toilet

for the purpose of
emptying his bladder

will stand at a urinal a reasonable
distance away from men already present.

There are 10 urinals in
this public toilet, all in a row.

Numbers one to seven were not in use
when PC Vernon made his observations.

Numbers eight, nine and ten

were all being used by
the defendants in the dock.

Now, there's a thing.

The third defendant,
in the leather jacket,

came in and stood
at the tenth urinal.

He was followed in by the man in
the suit, who stood at number nine.

What was the man
in the suit doing?

He had his flies open.

Then the defendant in the leather
jacket turned and looked at him.

- Then what happened?
- The youngest defendant came in.

- What did he do?
- Went and stood at urinal number eight.

And he said something
to the man in the suit.

I didn't hear what,
but the man in the suit

turned slightly towards him
with his flies open and smiled.

- Are you sure about that?
- 100%.

- Then what?
- Then it looked like they were gonna go

into the cubicles behind them.

- Did you do anything?
- Well, normally for evidential reasons,

I'd wait until those involved were
further on with the criminal act.

- But...
- Because I was concerned about the boy,

I wanted to stop what
was going to happen

so I went in and
made the arrests.

Where were you?

Uh, when?

When you saw what
you've just described.

Um, I'm not sure
I can answer that.

Oh, really?

Uh, really.

Mr. Slade, think, please.

Don't tell me you've forgotten
where you were, right?

Because, I mean, you're very
precise about who did what when,

but you don't even know where you
were positioned to see all of this from?

Point of law here, I
think, Your Honour.

We seem to be trespassing
into difficult waters.

Jury out, please.

The police officer's
surveillance position is covered

by public interest immunity.

No question can be asked

which might suggest where
his observation point is located,

because any future operations
might be compromised.

Yeah, but I've already
asked about it now.

Which is why you are going to have
to explain to the jury your mistake.

Treat it as a lesson
learned, Mr. Slade.

It's my fault for
bringing it up.

PC Vernon was not being
evasive or hiding anything.

Sorry about that.

How long had your surveillance
of this public toilet been going on?

This was the first day
of actual surveillance.

- But you'd been there before?
- Well, a few times.

I just wanted to see that what
was being reported was going on.

And you didn't see
Mark Draper there?

Oh. Well, uh,
yes, I did, actually.

Uh, twice.

Miss Costello?

Did you volunteer
for the surveillance?

We'd had a lot of complaints from
members of the public who were worried.

They kept talking about how young
some of the cottagers seemed to be.

But it was you who
was there voluntarily,

staking out a public toilet.

- My superiors weren't interested.
- Why not?

They didn't want to
put the resources in.

So, despite opposition and complete
lack of support for this operation,

you went ahead,
under your own steam.

As a frolic of your own.

If you like.

And what does that tell
us about your motives?

Determined,
single-minded, bit obsessed.

I know the word
you'd really like to use.

- And what is that, officer?
- Homophobic.

Tell us, PC Vernon, do you
have any friends who are gay?

Almost all of my
friends are gay.

My client is the man who was

- wearing the leather jacket.
- Yes.

He was the first of the three

- to go into the toilets.
- Yes.

- He didn't go and stand next to anyone?
- No.

So he was there, but
he didn't speak or act?

That's right.

If he had, you would
have told us about it.

- Yes.
- Thank you so much.

That's the way to do it.

Could we have the jury
out, please, Your Honour?

I got this brief pretty
late in the day and...

What I'm saying is

I want to make sure my client's
getting the representation he deserves.

Very well.

- We can all come back on... Wednesday?
- Your Honour.

And possibly avoid making
any more unhelpful mistakes.

All rise.

You said you'd never
been there before.

You specifically told me that was
your first time in that bloody toilet!

I'm sorry.

- I don't have a choice.
- About what?

Look, I'm trying to help you.

I really want to help you, Mark.

But I can't carry on
representing you any more.

Why not?

Because you told me one thing
and now you're saying another.

And, well, that makes
it impossible for me.

Where you going?

To tell Michael that I'm
professionally embarrassed.

Guess what I've just seen.

Michael, I have to talk to you.

The whole case blown wide open.

He's been lying to me.

Let me guess, you're in a difficult
position professionally, right?

Fine.

So the rule is all
you're allowed to do

- is test the prosecution case, right?
- Yes.

We can do that.

Don't give a defence,
don't call the defendant, fine.

Wide open, Martha.

Hiya. Now, all
these need faxing.

Jessica Mercer also
has to go to a con room.

Does that make sense? Thank you.

Wednesday, miss.

I thought you needed to be
out of court on Wednesday?

There's nothing I
could do about it.

Part-heard is part-heard,
what comes first.

It was Mr. Slade's application
for an adjournment?

Did you support it?

- I didn't object to it.
- Right.

- Right, so you supported it.
- I didn't say that.

- Did I say that?
- Fine.

See you later, miss.

Very brave, that.

Having the courage to stand
up and admit you're not ready.

What is your spin on my top-class
cross-examination of PC Vernon?

No spin, just a
fundamental legal error.

Yeah, well, I'm going to
work all night if I have to.

Are you?

Whatever happens, remember
what you said, Nicholas.

You've got to move on.

Only my mum calls me Nicholas.

Hi, Martha.

Shouldn't really flirt
with your pupil, Martha.

Shouldn't fuck them, either.

Just like there were
suddenly two people

at the urinal next to
the one I was using.

- And what did you do?
- Nothing.

Then I was being arrested.

Have you been arrested
before for cottaging?

Your Honour...

March the 15th, 2009
for gross indecency.

- Your Honour!
- Were you charged?

No.

I'm struggling to see the
relevance here, Miss Costello.

Who arrested you?

Mr. Lakeman?

PC Vernon.

Why were you arrested
and not charged?

Your Honour, that's not
something my client can answer,

as my learned friend well knows.

Please tell this jury

what you and PC
Vernon were talking about

- in the court toilet.
- What?

Or is my instructing
solicitor seeing things?

We were both just having a pee.

How many urinals?

- I don't know, a few?
- Five.

- And where were you standing?
- At the end.

- And where was PC Vernon standing?
- At the urinal next to mine.

"It is a truth universally
acknowledged."

What were you talking about?

Look, why don't you go
after him? He's the one who...

Yes?

You don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh. Don't I?

Try this.

"You're the honey-pot."

Am I wrong?

You still don't know
what you're talking about.

Look, I don't have to do this. You
know, ask Vernon, he'll tell you.

Just leave me alone now, please.

Chris Lakeman was arrested
by me in 2009 but not charged.

Why not?

Because I recognised
him for what he was.

- What was that?
- A victim, not an offender.

He was 16 then.

I kept up with him afterwards.

He got away from the
people who were running him.

I helped where I could,
he got back to a normal life.

And when did you see him again?

When this started to happen.

I knew what it was. It
wasn't an ordinary cottage.

It was a meeting place
for men to meet rent boys.

Nobody wanted to know,
because boys like that don't matter.

They've dropped out of sight.

I didn't have the wherewithal
to mount my own investigation,

I asked Chris to help.

Maybe it wasn't fair of
me, but he was willing.

I thought that if I could get
one arrest, word would get out

and I could at least make it harder
for them to do what they were doing.

And it worked?

And Chris?

He had to be arrested,
too, so it would look right.

And then he's acquitted,

because you make sure that the
evidence against him isn't strong enough?

Yes.

You know what this
is. This is entrapment.

You can't do this on
your own, you need...

Well, you need to do this properly,
or what are we all doing here?

What about men like him paying
pimps to gain access to young boys?

Nobody was doing
anything. I couldn't have that.

Could you?

This isn't about Miss Costello.

No.

Do you want to consider
your position, Miss Brockman?

Under the circumstances,

prosecution do not feel able
to offer any further evidence.

- Are you okay?
- Uh, yeah, yeah.

Different kind of not guilty.

Yeah, I know.

Thank you, Martha.

Thank you.

Go on, then.

- Mark.
- Is that...

Yes, it is. Mark.

Come on, Mark.

Now, come on, Mark.

- Listen, just...
- What do you want?

- Think about what you're doing.
- Leave me alone, Michael.

You've missed your appointment.

Yes.

Do you want me to give 'em a
call? Book another appointment?

I don't think so.

Okay.

Okay.

A racist police officer, is
that what you're giving me?

There's fearlessness
in standing up to people,

and then there's
just pigheadedness.

You won't get this, Billy,
being a clerk and not a lawyer,

but it seems to me
that you're conspiring

to pervert the
course of justice.

- Is that your idea, John?
- Yeah.

Since when do you have ideas?

What's going on?

One of my boys has
gone restless on me.

Don't get all law
school with me, son.

- Or?
- Or I'll have you nicked

for wasting police time.

- Mark Draper.
- What about him?

He's just been arrested. It's
not for cottaging this time, miss.

It's for murder.