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Get that done by eight.

Her first day out of
court in five years.

It's like she's getting married.

Bang on, Jake. It's bridal.

"If you can meet with
triumph and disaster

and treat those two
impostors just the same..."

She got the prize, he didn't.

It's not going to
be easy for him.

It's not going to be
easy for her, either.

We need to celebrate the triumph

and handle the disaster.

And if we can do that, then
we're top class clerks, my son.

Go on, miss, no-one's looking.

Is Clive in?

Yeah, it's court three, second
on at ten, sir. Yeah. No problem.

- Morning, John.
- Morning.

Shoe Lane. No, Wood Green.

Yeah. I don't know,
Judge Roberts, I think.

Phone's ringing, John.

Shoe Lane.

Name?

Shoe Lane. Sorry, can I
take your name, please?

Yeah. What kind
of robbery is it?

- Mr. J-O-Y.
- Yeah, we can cover that.

Okay.

Micky Joy?

Sorry, go on.

Bloody hell.

When my old man was ill, me and
my mum took him to see Ken Dodd.

Dad was in pain and he couldn't
walk more than about ten yards.

When they opened the
doors, we could all see

that there were about
twenty steps to walk up.

He looked at us and off he went.

It took him about
quarter of an hour.

Doddy sang "Absent Friends" at
the end of his show, like he always did.

Mm. Still gets me, that song.

Why are you telling me this?

Second most moving
moment of my life.

What is it, Billy?

There's this case just in, miss.

Right. Previous counsel got sacked
last night, but the con is booked

and the solicitor wants to keep it
so the client can meet his new brief.

- Is the trial date fixed?
- Wednesday.

- Who's the solicitor?
- Micky Joy.

- Who's the client?
- The Farr family.

Brendan.

Sorry, Mr. Farr.

We got you a lady.

I started playing poker and
ran the London Marathon.

- Sorry?
- See you've gone for a Norton.

I'm 38, Billy. it's
hardly midlife.

Oh, must be something
else. I just bought a bike.

Sure, Sure.

Micky Joy brief.

Who am I for?

Brendan Kay.

First on the
indictment. Excellent.

Ah. You're being led, sir.

Oh, right. Yeah, of course.
Case as big as this, it needs...

- Martha Costello.
- Silk.

Technically, until
she's been sworn in...

- Friday.
- She's not actually in silk.

This trial is about
as heavy as it gets.

I want someone she can rely on.

It's going to be hard for her.

Be nice to her... for me.

What are these doing here?

It's junior work. Not
you any more, miss.

None of them have
got silk's ticket attached.

I've had these for
months, I know the clients.

Who to?

A leading junior with
sufficient experience

to pick up where you left off.

Clive. Mr. Reader would
be one way to go, sure.

Seventeen years, you and
him together. You got the prize.

It's going to be hard for him,
miss. Be nice to him, yeah?

For me.

You look terrific.

Not really right for a Cat
A legal visit. But thank you.

Vintage lesbian. It's a
good look for you, Martha.

Who's for Jody Farr?

Our esteemed Head of Chambers.

Right.

Mickey, hi. No, we're outside.

Nice one. Sweet.
We'll be with you in five.

- Why are you doing that voice?
- Bye. What voice?

"Nice one, sweet." What's that?
You used to be yourself, Clive.

You feeling a bit
nervous, Marth?

No. What do you mean?

- So, do you want to know, or what?
- Go on.

Victim disrespected the Farrs.

How? Car wash.

He asked Jody Farr to move
his Hummer off the pavement.

That's it? He got blinded
for that? Complete stranger?

Jody can't lose face in public.

They picked him up walking home,
took him to a disused warehouse

in King's Cross
and did their thing.

Our man's the, er, the
muscle. Extreme violence is...

what he does.

Don't worry, I'll
look after you.

Micky. All right, mate?
How are you doing?

- Hi.
- Hi.

One finger in at four
o'clock the other at eight.

Push in hard, pull and twist.

Anti-clockwise, then clockwise.

They don't come out easily
because they're designed not to.

That's why you need the
twist as well as the pull.

Keeping a grip on the
eyeball takes a lot of nerve

'cause the sound is a
bit disturbing, frankly.

It's wet in there and
the suction's strong.

Not to mention the screaming.

You press down on the face with
the other hand to get the leverage,

you can block the
mouth, kill two birds.

Now, doing the second
one - that takes courage.

Great mitigation.
No-one's pleading.

It was a joke.

How do you know so much
about pulling out eyeballs?

NAE served this morning.
Prosecution's doctor.

Puts in all the grim bits

so he can open with lots of
high-impact horror for the jury.

The silk prosecuting asked
for the detail, apparently.

A long way back for us
from an opening like that.

- Who's prosecuting?
- Lady Macbeth.

There's a verbal.
From Brendan Kay.

Don't tell me. Back
of the squad car?

"I did it. It was me."

It's pathetic.

Did you apply for
silk last time round?

No.

Go on through.

Stand still on the spot, please.

Won't take long.

- What's he saying, our man?
- He wasn't there.

And Jody Farr? He
really wasn't there.

Okay, come through.

He's all yours.

Trace of victim's blood
on one of our boots.

Clive. And how are
we saying it got there?

Two possibles: Police
fit up, they put it there.

There's a break in
continuity with the exhibit,

so maybe we can exploit that.

- Or?
- Victim was found blundering eyeless

round the back of King's
Cross in the middle of the night.

Took the hospital 18 hours to get
him stable enough to talk to Old Bill.

During which time our man
was walking round King's Cross

minding his own business,

and trod on some eye-socket
blood. I'm liking fit-up better.

And is the blood on
just us? It's not on Jody.

- And who found the victim?
- Police following a 999 call.

From?

No name, phone box. King's
Cross is coming up in the world,

but the wee small hours on
Goods Way are still a bit underbelly.

And just say the defendants
were part of a big crime family,

where would Jody
Farr be in the hierarchy?

He would be the number two.

This is saying hello.
Don't push him.

He doesn't do
well with pressure.

Do you have to stand so close?

Yes.

I want you to put behind you whatever
happened with your previous counsel.

Johnny Gibby.

He's gone. I'm here to
fight your corner, now.

The evening of the 24th
of June, where were you?

Watching television... at home.

All evening?

What were you watching?

Taking a full proof
of evidence tomorrow.

So, the old Radio
Times alibi, then.

Evening of June the 24th,

what were you doing? You
don't know. Of course you don't.

It's just a date
like any other date.

Unless you were giving
birth or swimming the channel.

Or plucking out
somebody's eyes. Exactly.

Innocent people find it
hard to sort out an alibi.

- We haven't served an alibi notice?
- No.

What, so we're getting a
witness or two together first

to corroborate what
we haven't yet said?

Precisely.

What about the
confession evidence?

You know, I've been
at this job for 30 years

and my total loathing for the
police hasn't changed one little bit.

It's deep and it's savage. Why?

Because the Government
can slash legal aid,

knowing that the
public will wear it.

The people don't care, so
the politicians don't need to.

Eh?

Money's tight boys, work is
scarce and clerking just gets tougher.

So we mind less about
who we get into bed with?

Ah! Micky...

- Hello, mate. How are you...?
- Hello.

I'm the new junior clerk.

Bethany. Boys, this is Bethany.

Show her everything
you know, Jakey-boy.

Yeah.

She's got more
brains than Marilyn.

Yeah, and fewer curves, yeah!

Ta-ta.

The whole point of Micky
Joy is he fights everything.

If you get nicked, you know what
you're getting from Uncle Micky.

And in this day and age,
we need some of his cast iron,

guaranteed not to crack,
heavyweight trials, coming to us.

I mean, have you seen what your
shiny new silk has got in her diary?

Pages and pages of nothing.

So, don't you dare
look at me like that.

You have to make sure there's
toilet roll in the toilet all the time.

So, when there isn't
much left in the toilet,

you have to move it
from here to the toilet

and when it starts
getting low in here,

you have to go to Billy and
ask for money from petty cash,

er, for more toilet roll and...

then...

then you go and buy it.

Here's the actual toilet.

So...

not far.

Your case load just doubled.

These are all yours.

I'll get Miss Costello to call
around the solicitors and talk you up.

Oh, and, er, one of your own.

Solicitor's at court. Very right
on. Name of George Duggan.

George Duggan?

Hello.

Yeah? Hello?

George Duggan.

Oh, sorry, I thought
you were a man!

Well, I'm not.

No, you're not.

She was drunk and hysterical.

A bottle got broken when they
tried to take it away from her.

That's what all the
family are saying.

The brother tried
to calm her down,

she lashed out at him
with the broken bottle,

the jagged edge cut the
artery in his neck wide open.

He bled to death.

She had an incredibly
high alcohol reading.

Doesn't feel right, does it?

Yeah, I know,
but, well, Clive is...

Yeah, charming.

Charming's a good
word. He's a charming...

lawyer.

I don't know how to put this
because there's not much

I can do about it but...
I'm sorry I'm a man.

I know this is hard for you.

Nothing's going to happen today.

We want to wait and
make a bail application

when we know more about
the evidence against you.

Here's a promise...

I'm going to be here
for you throughout.

This is the only time you'll have
to meet a barrister for the first time,

and George, here, will be
with us every step of the way.

Do you know what I hate?

What?

All religion.

And, next to religion,
tolerance of religion.

Absolutely.

Tolerance is so overrated.

Do you want to go for a
quick fuck? Drink? Jesus.

Sorry!

Could I speak to
Johnny Gibby, please?

Oil, oil, oil. It's
always about oil.

It always has been, it
always will be! Sorry.

I still get really angry
talking about Iraq.

The thing about
Miss Costello, Micky,

is she'll give you blood, sweat

and every other bit of
Winston Churchill there is.

You're in charge here, right? I
mean, your people are your people.

- Course.
- I need that.

Were you sacked or did you jump?

Thanks, Johnny.

Nearly a million people... a
million! And they still didn't listen.

I went because I wanted
to see who they all were.

Oh, what d'you...
What d'you mean?

All those people who felt so
strongly about keeping a genocidal,

women-hating, medieval
torturer in power.

The left really
surpassed itself that day.

But I thought...?

Don't pigeonhole
me, that's just lazy.

I want better than that.

Oh, by the way...

the answer... to the question
that you pretended to ask me

completely by accident
outside court today...

No.

But thanks for the drinks.

You didn't answer your phone.

- Didn't hear it.
- Senior clerks have an extra lung

and you feel its every breath.

Spit it out, miss.

Get Brendan in for
mention tomorrow.

It's seven o'clock at night.

Well, ring up one of your buddies
in the list office and get it on. Why?

Cat A prison
security is oppressive.

Get him to court and
talking, it's a lot easier.

And don't tell Micky
about the mention.

What?

Just don't.

He's in for mention tomorrow.

Well, I don't have
to be there, do I?

Two counsel for a mention?

I've got a con in a very sensitive
case with, um, with George, here.

What time?

- Ten.
- Ten.

So we need Brendan
listed not before 12.

Brendan's mention.

Not before 12.

This is the silk robing room.

Yes.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You look... 20 years
younger than you.

Proper women at the Bar
need to stick together. CW.

Martha Costello.

Ah, you're for Brendan
Kay, I'm prosecuting you.

They call you Lady Macbeth.

- D'you know that?
- Oh, don't say that name in here.

I thought that was
only actors in theatres?

What do you think this is?
Who do you think we are?

Caroline Warwick and
Martha Costello of counsel,

please come to
court two immediately,

- where the judge is waiting.
- Sweetie.

Screw your courage
to the sticking place.

Pop to court and tell the old bugger
we'll be with him in five minutes.

What? Just tell
him I'm menopausal,

I'm far too pissed off
to talk to him right now.

Is that true?

Oh, God, no! I'm gasping
for a fag and so are you.

We have to lean out the window
or the smoke alarm goes off

and you get arrested for passive
manslaughter, or something.

I'm not planning on
having a menopause. You?

I'm 37.

Kids?

Going to?

- Not sure.
- Abortions?

No, none.

Time speeds up, you know.

Don't stay "not sure" too long.

You can't control who
you fall in love with.

Of course you can,
men are all children!

Pick one, make sure he knows
you'll listen to everything he says

and he'll fall in love with you.

By the way...

other women at the Bar
have felt betrayed by me.

That's because I'm
sisterly out of court...

and vicious in court.

Just so you know.

Won't be personal.

So sorry, Your Honor.

My learned friend needed
some time, it's her first day.

Silk will buy you most
things, Miss Costello,

but not the patience of judges.

- Why are we here?
- Length of trial.

It's listed for five days?

I think it could run on longer.

Diaries, Ladies. Mr. Clerk?

You know it's empty.
So why get it out?

Trial date has to
stay where it is.

We'll all just have
to talk more quickly.

All rise.

So nice to see you
again, Ms. Warwick.

May I say, you look
younger every day.

Calves' liver and milk
for the skin, My Lord,

fish oil for the brain,

cross examination of
guilty men for the soul!

If you have a minute, you
might mention to your senior clerk

that my diary goes
deep into next year.

Are you looking to move?

Well, I'm bloody
lonely! I want a friend...

and I like the look of you.

Are you, um...?

Do I swim in The Ladies Pond?

Some of the time.

I've got to go down
and see my man.

Without a solicitor?

How very interesting,
Martha Costello.

Was Mr. Joy at
the police station?

Yeah.

He gave you advice?

Did he tell you what to say
to the police in interview?

No comment.

I thought as much.

And what do you
know about Jody Farr?

No comment.

Right, uh...

This is not...

Okay.

What do the Farr family do?

They look after me.

And what else do they do?

Brendan?

Between you and me...

What happened with Johnny Gibby?

I told him the wrong thing.

And who said it
was the wrong thing?

Micky?

Jody Farr?

- I've got it, Brendan.
- No!

- No, that's not what I meant.
- It's all right.

- It's not what I meant!
- It's fine.

No, no, no...!

Sit down! Sit down!

All right, all right!
I'm fine, I'm fine!

Will you get off him?!

Keep the hell out of this!

Brendan, Brendan,
Brendan, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, Brendan.

Shh, shh, shh. Calm down.

- No.
- It's okay.

It's okay.

I think you can let
him go now, don't you?

On your own?

What the hell are you doing?

Anyway.

Thank you.

- What for?
- For minding, I suppose.

Of course I bloody well mind!

Micky Joy is the biggest
criminal solicitor in London,

this is our one shot
at landing him and,

look, suddenly you're
doing his job for him?

Maybe it's to stop him
doing our job for us.

Just get real, will you?

No, I will not "get real"!

- The thing about Brendan...
- Why are you calling him Brendan?

He's 20 stone, six foot seven...

Every client's a surname
but not this one. Why's that?

Because I think he's a child

and if that's true why hasn't
the biggest solicitor in London

got a psychiatric
report done on him?

- Because we're running alibi.
- We don't know that!

Come on, Martha, Micky will
get us the instructions we need.

That's the way of the world.

I feel bullied
and I don't like it.

And, anyway, it's having
a note-taker to cover you

that matters, not whether
the solicitor's in there.

- So, if you'd have been here...!
- Note-taker?

- Oh, sorry...
- Jesus Christ, Martha.

- Came out wrong, sorry!
- Note-taker?

Sorry!

Micky Joy, George Duggan,
both big hitters, both briefing us.

- Exclusively?
- Not yet but I'm onto it.

I want to talk to you
about what you're on.

Okay.

John, as fees clerk,
he does the money,

leaving you free to serenade
solicitors and look after all of us.

Well, that's an
interesting idea, sir.

It's a bit more
than an idea, Billy.

What's going on?
What? You don't know?

Or you do know? Which?

It was just a mention.

I was at the prison to take a proof
from my client who wasn't there!

And they all had a very
big laugh at my expense,

saying didn't I know
my client had escaped.

Big bloody joke and
me looking like a tosser!

- We didn't know...
- Don't like "don't know"!

I want a clerk who knows.

There is only one
hymn sheet, it is mine.

I give it to you and you
make totally bloody sure

it's Onward Christian Soldiers
that everyone is singing! You got it?

That's normal.

Billy.

You're the money now,
John. I'll take care of the talent.

Brendan needs a new solicitor.

Why?

Because Micky Joy is filthy
dirty cozy with the Farr family.

Is he?

You think Jody Farr
and Micky don't talk?

Do you think they
don't have big talks

about big Brendan
and his role in all this?

Excuse me, Jake.

You're a brilliant clerk, Billy,

but being a brilliant clerk
means that you forfeit

one or two basic human qualities

and one of those is innocence.

So don't bullshit me,

- it's embarrassing.
- Brendan...

Brendan feels, to me, like he
might just be dispensable to the Farrs

and he's my client.

- Different solicitor for Brendan?
- Has to be.

Do you know how
much trouble we're in?

If you drop Micky, he'll drop us

and this set will be in
real danger of going under.

My duty is to my client.

You won't have any
clients if you don't get real!

- What did you say?
- Get real!

- Have you been talking to Clive?
- What?

I wouldn't do that.

Look...

Help me out here.

Who goes to prison for
the rest of his life if I lose?

Not Micky Joy.

Brendan is being used.

I can smell it, I can
feel it and so can you.

Look, I don't like being
used. How about you?

- He's not you.
- Yes, he is!

Until the jury come back with
their verdict, he's me, I'm him.

Nobody in-between.

So, uh...

what's he, uh...

what's he doing? Brendan?
What's he... saying?

You'd better get that.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Give him my regards.

What's the evidence
like against Jody Farr?

We're in with a decent shout.

Brendan Kay?

Well, he coughed and he's
got the blood on his boots. Why?

Ah, walk with me.

Jake? Go away.

Mr. Cowdrey's been working hard.

Kate's gone,

Nick and the lovely
Niamh, both gone.

You've got to admire his...

ruthlessness vis-a-vis
the lancing of boils.

I'm his confidante, sir.

Head of chambers and senior
clerk, it's a special relationship.

And I think I know the next
question he's going to ask himself...

"Who else was it
behaving badly?"

What do you want?

I hear Brendan Kay
is not the brightest.

Maybe he should be told once again
the strength of evidence against him.

Plead guilty?

You're the lawyer, sir.
I couldn't possibly say.

Later, sir.

If the Farr family were a
major criminal enterprise,

making millions and
millions importing heroin

through three different
London embassies...

What is it, Billy?

Would the lights go
out if Brendan Kay

spent the rest
of his life inside?

No.

How would everybody feel if
Brendan took the hit for this?

Everybody?

Jody, the family...

you?

Is that what's happening?

That's me reading between the
lines, and I've known her for 17 years

and I'm good at reading
between her lines.

I'd have to withdraw from
representing Brendan.

Uh, yeah...

I suppose you would.

Leaving you to
manage Martha Costello.

He'll plead... and
Jody will walk?

- I'd put my mortgage on it.
- What about your balls?

Would you put them on it?

So who do we go for as
a replacement solicitor?

George Duggan?

She's fearless, principled and,
from a chambers point of view,

it'd be good idea to
give her some work.

You know, if we scratch her
back she might, um, scratch ours.

Great.

Have you got her number?

Yeah, I'll call her.

Great.

Are you sleeping with her?

What? No!

Blimey, Marth.

Never a good idea to sleep
with a professional colleague.

We're just going to
pop down to say hello.

Right.

We need very clear instructions.

We're just going to deal
in the truth now, Brendan.

Can I call you Brendan?

Okay.

Back of the police
car, "I did it. It was me."

Did you say it?

Okay?

The verbal... he said it.

Let's hear it.

June 24th, what
did you watch? Go.

East Enders at eight.

Did anything interesting happen?

Not really.

And did you stay with
BBC One after that?

Question of Sport.

That's in the Radio
Times, isn't it?

Yeah.

Well, none of that
went out on BBC One.

Andy Murray's match
at Wimbledon started late

so they stayed with
that all evening until ten.

East Enders and all those
nice sports people in shirts,

they all got shunted
to BBC Two, Brendan.

See, I think you'd
remember that, wouldn't you?

Yeah, alibi doesn't
work, does it?

Because it isn't true.

No, no, no. Don't get angry.

It's fine.

Trust me.

I know what you have to do.

Okay, I'll be back in a minute.

Confession evidence stays in.

The blood on the boots,
the blood on the Hummer,

it's all slam-dunk forensics.

Lady Macbeth would
tear the alibi to shreds.

Well, it sort of looks like
we're going to have to face up...

You're not getting it, are you?

He's terrified of them.

The Farrs?

He'll do anything
they ask of him.

Oh, my God.

Duress?

It has to be.

- But I thought...
- What did you think?

Run duress?

Cut his throat?

All rise.

Pleading?

Where did you get that idea?

Can I take
instructions, My Lord?

Five minutes.

Thank you.

Duress is incredibly
difficult to run.

The threat has to be
immediate, significant and real.

Do you understand?

It's no good saying, "I was told
to beat him up," in a week's time

knowing that, "if I didn't they'd
hurt me." See, that isn't duress.

There's nothing to stop
you from going to the police,

the threat isn't
immediate, it's...

There's a way out. Do you see?

Shall we do this?

Brendan?

Now, it's very important
that you don't talk to anyone.

He says yes to you

just like he says yes to the
police and yes to the Farrs.

What's the difference, Martha?

Look, I am in direct conflict with
Jody Farr, Micky Joy, Alan Cowdrey

and I don't even know
if I can trust Billy on this.

They're all very big grown-ups

and I really can't handle it if I
have to add you to that list, Clive.

This isn't about
you, it's about him!

Come on, you really want a big
lunk like that to grass up the Farrs?

Are you scared of them?

I need you.

I'm with you.

My job was to guide cars in and
make sure nobody blocked pedestrians.

The Hummer was right across the
pavement, people couldn't get past.

There's a big sign.

Did you do or say anything?

The windows were all
darkened glass. I couldn't see in.

I tapped on the window
- it was open a little.

Could you see inside?

Not really.

I asked them to move
back off the pavement.

They ignored me.

I banged on the window again.

I wasn't going to be treated
like this, just doing my job.

Some of my colleagues
came out to watch.

They were all standing watching.

And did the Hummer move?

No.

Somebody in the back said,

"Thank you for your
advice. What's your name?"

- Did you tell them?
- Yes.

Then what?

They drove in, the vehicle
was washed, nobody got out.

They paid and left.

What time did you
go home that night?

Late.

I was on the two-till-ten shift.

What happened, Mr. Storey?

They jumped me.

They blindfolded me and put
me in the boot of the Hummer.

How do you know it was the
Hummer, if you were blindfolded?

I work 60 hours a
week. I know about cars.

Smell, engine size...

boot size.

It was the Hummer.

What happened when you
reached your destination?

He made me lie down
on my front on the floor.

Then he took my blindfold off.

- "He"?
- The smaller man.

I couldn't see him,
he was behind me.

So how do you know
which of the two men it was?

I could see the larger
man across the room,

maybe 30 yards away.

He had his back to me.

The small man left.

The large man came towards me.

I'd been told not to look at him,
so I kept my forehead on the floor

but I could hear him
coming and see his feet.

Then he started shouting.

What was he shouting?

He shouted about... what
he was going to do to me

and how badly he
was going to hurt me.

Then it started.

No further questions, My Lord.

My name is Alan
Cowdrey, Mr. Storey.

I represent Jody Farr.

You were able to establish that there
was a larger man and a smaller man.

I saw a bit more
of the larger man.

Would it be fair to say that
you caught a fleeting glance

of the smaller man?

That's fair.

Thank you so much, Mr. Storey.

Miss Costello?

No questions.

"I did it. It was me."

I didn't ask him anything,
he just started talking.

And when Brendan Kay
was admitting responsibility

for this shocking act
of extreme violence

how would you
describe his demeanor?

Matter of fact.

Like he was describing
opening a tin of beans.

No further questions.

Can you confirm that Jody Farr
gave a no-comment interview

and said nothing else at all about
the allegations made against him?

Yes.

Thank you so much.

How long are you going to be in
cross-examination, Miss Costello?

I'm thinking of lunch,
timing of. Couple of hours?

No questions.

Jury out.

Let me be clear. You're leaving
PC Brett's evidence unchallenged?

Yes.

And by implication
you're accepting it as true?

"I did it. It was me."

Yes.

I'm sure you know what you're
doing, Miss Costello. I'm not sure I do.

I do have one question.

Fine.

Jury back.

Is it right that the Farr
family are the most vicious,

feared and successful criminal
outfit working in London today?

No forensics, not at the
crime scene, not on the victim,

not on the defendant,

no-comment interview, which
leaves only the ID evidence.

"Fleeting glance," was
the term the victim agreed.

Your Lordship is, of
course, familiar with Turnbull

and what it says:

fleeting glances are unreliable.

It's unsafe to leave
this to the jury.

My submission is that
Mr. Farr has no case to answer.

He needs to go in the box.

- He'll be a...
- He'll be a grass, Martha.

He has to understand the
consequences of doing that.

You need to explain to the
jury what the Farr family do.

Jody's not here anymore.

He's...

He's not in the dock.

So, he won't know
what I'm saying... will he?

You said it, he's a child!
So the responsibility's ours.

Doing this on his
behalf, it would be...

It would be the
truth, wouldn't it?

That's what it would be.

It's your call. I'm the junior.

Miss Costello?

Call Brendan Kay.

They said we had to do it.

And did they tell
you about the victim?

They said he was a very bad man.

They said he
wanted to hurt us all.

And who's "us"?

Mr. Farr, and his
family, and his friends...

a-and me.

And what did you understand they
meant by saying you had to do it?

They said there I had a choice.

What choice?

They said they would keep
on looking after me... or...

Or...?

Have there been times when
they didn't like your choices?

Yeah.

What happened then?

What did they do, Brendan?

No, it's all right,
it's all right.

Brendan?

I did ten things wrong.

Their Lordships couldn't
be clearer in Fitzpatrick.

When someone knowingly
joins a criminal enterprise,

in Fitzpatrick, the IRA,
in this case the Farr gang,

then they cannot rely
on duress as a defense,

even if the threat is
real and immediate.

The joining, the signing up,
always negates the duress

because you know
what you're getting into.

I'm afraid the defense that this
defendant relies on isn't a defense.

Brendan and the Farr
gang are completely different

from the IRA membership

where the appellant knew everything
the IRA stood for, and their methods,

and went in with
their eyes wide open.

Brendan thought he
was joining a new family.

"Knowingly" is the key word.

Brendan didn't know. Brendan...

Well, he doesn't
know very much at all.

He was and is a
complete innocent.

We go on.

Jury back, please.

That was brilliant.

I thought so.

Did you shout at the victim?

- Yeah.
- Loudly?

- Yeah.
- Why?

What?

What did you want the
victim to understand?

- That I'd be good at hurting him.
- You were yelling?

- Yeah.
- You were pumped up?

- Yeah. I were ready.
- You were ready.

- What did you do?
- I put my fingers in his eyes and...

I pulled out his eyeballs.

Pulled them out.

Right out.

Brendan, um, now
Ms. Warwick, here,

might say that this
is all very convenient.

Jody Farr isn't in
the dock any more

and, now, when it suits you, you've
decided to blame him and his family.

I don't want to
be bad to Mr. Farr.

I want you to forget about
who you're being nice to.

Can you do that?

You've never met these
12 people before, have you?

They don't know you, and, well,
you certainly don't know them.

So, tell them the truth.

Forget about everyone else.

I shouted so
Mr. Farr could hear.

I wanted him to hear
that I was doing it proper

but I weren't!

What do you mean?

They all laughed about it
earlier... what the plan were.

Brendan?

Five fingers for five...

Five what?

Seeing, hearing,
tasting... smelling...

Five senses.

Touch.

Mr. Storey... still has
his ears, hasn't he?

And his nose and his tongue.

And his fingers.

Only his eyes.

Why is that?

Mr. Farr would
have done all five.

I made it only one.

And I did it as
gently as I could.

I tried to make it okay for him.

Poor man.

Poor, poor man.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

What did you do afterwards?

Breakfast?

Nice hot bath?

You don't want the jury to know?

- No.
- Why not?

Because it doesn't look good?

'Cause I shouldn't have done it.

Now, let's be
clear here, Mr. Kay.

You shouldn't have done what?

Called 999.

No further questions, My Lord.

What he told the jury isn't a
defense. It's certainly not duress.

He saved his life.

The law is the law and Brendan
Kay doesn't have a defense.

I've got a speech to make.

Derek Storey has lived through
the most appalling experience

any of us can imagine.

That's the simple truth.

It's also the perverse truth
that Derek Storey would be dead

if Brendan Kay hadn't
done what he did.

What was it like to be
Brendan Kay on that night?

He showed you
in the witness box.

He showed you his
overwhelming fear of the Farr family

and his hopeless
dependence upon them.

He showed you what they have done
to him, both mentally and physically.

He showed you the
great sorrow he lives with

for what he did that night,

and, and this is
what really matters,

he showed you his
extraordinary courage.

And what do I mean by that?

Brendan Kay is a
man of low intelligence.

He's vulnerable to bullying,
and manipulation, and threats.

And despite all that,
he found the thing inside

that the bullies couldn't touch:

the courage not to do what
was asked of him that night.

He hurt another man
in the most dreadful way

knowing he had to...
in order to save him.

I mean, how hard is that?

I mean, how hard
is it, calling 999,

knowing that the people
who have pulled out

every one of your
toenails... might find out?

His Honor is about to
tell you what the law is.

I haven't spoken about that.

The law and what's right and what's
wrong aren't always the same thing.

That's why we have you.

Juries tell us, the lawyers, about
the space between the rules...

and that space is occupied
by common sense...

and humanity.

The law is clear.
It's not in dispute.

You should go back to your
jury room now, elect a foreman,

and return to court
to perform your duty...

returning a verdict of guilty.

All rise.

Have you reached a verdict
upon which you are all agreed?

Yes.

As you have been directed,

do you find the defendant
guilty of grievous bodily harm,

contrary to section 18 of the
Offences Against the Person Act?

No.

Not guilty.

You're free.

How are you feeling, miss?

Foolish, Billy.

I feel foolish.

Your phone's ringing.

No, it isn't.

But... Why are we
walking this way?

Anne Boleyn in
her wedding barge,

and then, five years later,
the black boat to the tower...

Charles Il rowing
down to Richmond

for a bit of how's your father
with Nelly and her melons.

Steve Redgrave's
sweat is in that water,

the diabetic perspiration of
the greatest-ever Olympian.

There's nothing foolish about
this. You're part of history, miss.

Shakespeare put
his hand in that water,

Martha Costello walked this way.

I brought you down here
because I am so proud of you...

and I want to see you walk the
full length of Middle Temple Lane,

all 300 yards of it.

Go on, miss.

Sorry.

Jake?

They cut his fingers off.

His nose, his ears...

and they cut out
his tongue, Billy.

Both his eyes.

He's dead.

Brendan Kay's dead.

Are you coming or what?

Yeah.

- What is it, Billy?
- Nothing.

Ken Dodd moment?

Yeah.

- Absent friends?
- Mm.

It's six weeks since
Brendan Kay was murdered.

I don't know how you've
got the nerve to smile.

People are saying that you only
got silk because you're a woman

and that the Bar is trying
to look less male and posh.

I will not work for that man.

I need you to tell
me everything.

Change tack, Clive Reader.

Prosecute, and
you'll walk into silk.

You're very direct for an
officer and a gentleman.

This isn't supposed to happen...

- falling for a solicitor.
- No.

One Afghan civilian
killed, collateral damage.

I did what I did for
good military reasons.

Would he be dead if I'd had
the courage to say something?

Why the hell didn't you tell me?