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- I'm the new junior clerk.
- Bethany.

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.

- A case as big as this, it needs...
- Martha Costello.

- Who's the solicitor?
- Micky Joy.

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

Of course.

The solicitor is at
court. Very right-on.

Name of George Duggan.

Don't pigeon-hole
me. That's just lazy.

Fatima Ali.

The brother tried
to calm her down,

she lashed out at him with a
broken bottle, he bled to death.

- Think about Brendan...
- Why are you calling him Brendan?

Every other client's a
surname, why's that?

Because I think he's a child.

He's dead.

Brendan Kay's dead.

Keep up, boys.

Hey, Marth.

Marth? What you up to?

Ah... 338 sniper rifle. Nice.

Yeah.

One of them's dead, Clive.

- Which one?
- I don't know.

There's no witness statement
from whoever took the film.

What happened?

IED. Both legs blown off.

Embedded photographer took this.

My client's the officer in
command of the patrol base.

Disobeyed an order to stay put.

Took his men out on patrol, and
the consequence was, well, this.

Him.

- The quiet one.
- How do you know?

Saw his picture in the paper.

Jake.

Right, we go in together.

When I give you the nod,

I want you to bang this
down on the desk. You got it?

Got it. Er, why?

Because when a brief
goes thump, it says,

"I'm heavy, I'm
meaty, I matter."

Are you in court this morning?

Got a mention in my
murder for George Duggan.

You're getting very political.

The thing you have to
remember about George is...

that as well as
all that integrity,

she has a
tremendous pair of tits.

Which is a good
combination in a solicitor.

Ah! Interrupting something?

Oh, we were just talking
about George Duggan's integrity.

Oh, yes, one thing
to say about that, sir.

Do not pass go.

Sorry?

Sleeping with solicitors,
like eating raw fish, is wrong.

Do not do it.

See you later, sir.

So, you going to
win this court martial?

80/20 against.

Jesus Christ!

Drugs.

Big importation of
heroin through Felixstowe,

nicked half way down the
M11 at Birchanger Services.

- Where?
- Eight weeks in Chelmsford.

Don't tell me I'm not
the best clerk in England.

Laters, miss.

Er, wait... Who's the solicitor?

- Bye, miss.
- Ah, Billy!

Billy!

She'll do it.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Ha! No problem. Call me back.

I had a wire-haired
dachshund years ago.

I've never told
anyone this before,

but I had to re-home him because
our lives became incompatible.

And what's this got
to do with anything?

The handover to his new owners
was at Birchanger Services.

- Who's the solicitor, Billy?
- Micky Joy.

- Nope. No!
- Miss...

- I've said yes.
- Well, unsay it.

People are saying
that you only got silk

because you're a woman
and you're from Bolton,

and the Bar is trying to stop
looking so male and posh.

Don't you dare threaten me.

I'm killing myself out
there trying to sell you,

so when you say no
to a brief like this...

I will not work for that man.

Billy, Micky on line one.

Micky!

Martha Costello, she's,
er... she's double-booked.

Yeah, she's got a fixture at
Southwark starting the same day.

I know, I know.

The new Doris forgot
to put it in the diary.

So, er, yeah, it's just
one of those... things.

Er...

Alan Cowdrey is free.

You know what they call
him, don't you? Mr. Mellifluous.

No, I don't know what it
means, either. But, er...

He'd be good for
this, don't you think?

Captain Ryan?

Captain Cassidy. The UDO.

Right.

Unit Defense Officer.
I'm his best friend.

And I'm here to help
him, and you, I hope.

Great.

Your con, miss.

How many in the patrol base?

Twelve British soldiers.
Twenty Afghan National Army.

And how many are
there supposed to be?

Thirty of us and 40 of them.

And you being under strength,

that was behind the decision
to stay put, presumably?

Doing what the enemy least
expects is always a good idea.

And I felt that staying
put became a bad idea.

Well, isn't battening down the
hatches usually the best way?

Well, we didn't trust the ANA.

They were getting
jumpy and twitchy,

and it was rubbing
off on my men.

What do you mean about trust?

Three months earlier, the
Taliban put our base under siege.

The siege was 18 hours
of continuous fighting.

It's the most pressure my
men have ever been under.

And what about you?

It's my men I'm concerned about.

Okay.

So, your defense.

Circumstances changed
after you received the order

because you had intelligence
that the Taliban were approaching.

In large numbers.

What intelligence?

I can't talk about that.

I believe in the absolute
integrity of a source.

I don't want it mentioned
in here or in court.

Well, that's all very
honorable and everything,

but it would help if I knew.

I'm sorry that you think honorable
behavior isn't worth very much.

And then communication
with the... the FOB broke down.

Ah, you're good at this.

My grandfather fought in the
war. Sword Beach, June 6th, 1944.

Maybe it's in my bones.

I can't tell you how much it
hurts that I lost Private Rivers.

But what I did was
the right thing to do.

"Cocky, aggressive-minded,

always willing to take
the fight to the enemy."

That's what they're
saying about you.

It's exciting. There's nothing
like contact with the enemy.

Don't say that
in court, will you?

Yes, yes, he is.

Well, you can come into the...

He's trying to impress
you. He'll settle down.

The siege he talks about.

Every bit as tough as he says.

So, your grandfather on D-Day.

Doesn't talk about it.

What I said in there is
all I know about his war.

Hm. Sorry.

It sounded like, er...

That thing about it
being in your bones.

Maybe you were
trying to impress him.

Should have been me,
really. Big court martial like this.

It's a silk's case, sir.

Seventy-nine...

eighty.

Phew!

Shoe Lane.

Yeah, sorry, can I get
your name, please?

Brilliant news. Thank you.

No, I will, I will. I
promise, I'll... Yes, bye.

Let's have a pop
at bail, shall we?

She has nowhere to live.

Her community, which
has been her entire life,

has broken all ties with her
irrevocably and completely.

There is a real risk
she might abscond

between now and
the start of her trial.

Abscond?

Where to?

If...

Fatima Ali's life has been limited
exclusively to her community,

where would she go?

My learned friend seems
to be doing my job for me.

Pushed to see how
Your Honor can grant bail

without a condition
of residence.

Ergo, this bail
application fails.

- Refuge.
- I'm sorry?

I've secured her a place in a
women's refuge as of this morning.

They'll have her for
as long as it takes.

- I rang them.
- Just now?

Yeah, I've never
understood why barristers

won't get their hands dirty.

Make the phone
call, find the bed.

It's not like God has a
secretary or a... solicitor.

They didn't have a bed
last night when I called.

I run marathons.

- What?
- I raise money for them.

She'll be in with a member
of staff for a few nights.

They wouldn't do it normally.

For you...

How much?

What?

New York in November.

Shall I put you
down for 50 quid?

Goes without saying,
Micky Joy asked for you, sir.

Then why are
you saying it, Billy?

He's brilliant.

Never misses...
He's... He's brilliant.

Then he goes all silent
and he looks at you,

and you feel like you've
got to answer the question.

Well done.

Oh. Thanks.

I like a man who can
pull a rabbit out of a hat

by the seat of his pants.

Well, I was just lucky.

Not with your last silk
application, you weren't.

How did I get silk?

I gave up defending guilty men
and started prosecuting them.

I can't tell you the
pleasure it gives me.

It's like rump steak
in the morning.

Mastication, complex
textures, deep taste,

and, oh, those bloody juices.

Change tack, Clive Reader.

Prosecute, and you'll walk into
silk, a man with your pedigree.

Happy to give you a bunk-up.

Why would you do that?

Well, that can't be too
hard to work out, can it?

Diversify.

Meaning?

Expand, become a bigger set.

Prosecute more.

Prosecute more?

That's what I said.

Are you okay, sir, with
the eight-weeks drug trial

- I just got you?
- Micky Joy is...

Is the biggest
solicitor there is.

A senior clerk has to be
careful supping with the devil.

Woolworths.

Sorry?

Woolies went down because it
didn't know what it was anymore.

No-one had any idea what
they were selling or why.

If you're going to survive, then
you have to know what you are,

and you have to
say it loud and clear.

The heart and soul of
this chambers is defending.

Now, I can sell that.

I can't sell pick 'n' mix.

We can't afford to say
no to half the work on offer.

Lengthen your ladle...

and sup with the CPS.

Pastures new, sir.

Bit of a weird message
from the CPS solicitor.

"Some rump steak in the
morning," he said to tell you.

Does Billy need
to know about this?

I can keep one under the radar.

Thanks.

Thanks, Micky. Appreciate it.

Er... Just so you know...

I'm not doing that drugs
case because of you.

No other reason.

You.

You know, it's six weeks since
Brendan Kay was murdered.

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

I told him I thought he was
connected to Brendan's death.

My God, Marth.

Yeah, I'm slightly
regretting it now.

I should have just punched him.

I miss you.

What?

I miss you.

We were called together,
we were pupils together,

we've always been side
by side in this. And now...

Sorry.

What do you want to say, Clive?

It hurt when you got silk.

Sorry. I mean...

I know I... I shouldn't
be like this, but...

I wanted to tell you because...

well, we tell each other
everything, don't we?

You should probably get that.

George, hi.

Yes.

Yes.

Okay.

Erm...

Well, I don't know.

We could do it tonight.

Yeah.

Welcome to Hillesden Barracks.

Hello, there.

How are things?

Hello.

Oh, er, thank you.

Sir.

Major Scotter.

He gave the order
Captain Ryan disobeyed.

Parents?

All rise.

Service personnel may
remove their headdress.

These are the last pictures
of Private Alan Rivers.

It's about 20 minutes
before going out on patrol,

and an hour before
he stood on an IED,

and what became the long,
slow business of bleeding to death.

Could we have
the Board out, sir?

Wave goodbye to your mum!

There's no statement from anyone
producing this film in evidence.

Then the Crown should get one.

It's shot by an embedded
photographer, Paul McGovern.

Get a short statement from
him and serve it as an NAE.

I want him here.

Counsel who did the last
hearing expressly stated

that he didn't need
McGovern to attend,

which must have been on
instruction from the defendant.

Well... I want him here.

What's your
objection to the film?

My learned friend wants
it in because it's poignant.

Evidential value?

None.

It's part of the story. The
Board should hear what he says.

He doesn't say anything.

Well, that's him speaking
now, Miss Costello.

Did you think...?

We had general information

that there was insurgent
grouping in the area.

The patrol base was
one of the possible targets.

I gave the order to stay put.

Who was the order given to?

Captain Ryan, the defendant.

Directly?

On HF from FOB.

Might need translating
for our civilian friend.

High frequency from
forward operating base.

Ahem...

Now, you'll have to forgive
my civilian ignorance.

A soldier is trained
to obey orders.

Yes.

But he's not a robot.

I'm sorry, is that a question?

You wouldn't, for example, obey
an order to murder a prisoner?

I'm not a lawyer, and I'm sure
you know what you're doing,

Miss Costello.

But your example is way
out at the end of the spectrum.

But there is a spectrum?

Yes.

And there's a point
on that spectrum

when it becomes the right
thing to do to disobey an order?

This is the British
Army, Miss Costello.

Have you heard of
courageous restraint?

No return of fire unless
you are 100 percent sure

a target is
completely legitimate,

and there is no
danger to civilian life.

Do you know how
difficult that is?

It's an excellent example

of why officers are trained
to think under pressure.

It's an example of how
disciplined the British Army is,

and where on your spectrum...

And under pressure,

required by his training to think,
an officer might end up deciding

that the best thing to do

is the opposite of what
he's been ordered to do,

if that's what the
circumstances dictate.

Then he should refer it back
to whoever gave the order.

And that would be
you in this case?

The circumstances at the patrol
base remained pretty much the same

from the time the order was given to
the time Captain Ryan disobeyed it.

But you don't know
that. You weren't there.

Miss Costello.

You may be in silk now,

but that does not entitle you
to be disrespectful to witnesses.

Respect and deference
are two different things, sir.

Too often mistaken
for each other.

What's your point here?

That the commander on the ground

knows more than the commander
back at the forward operating base

about the situation he's in.

How would he know more than me?

Did he have
information I didn't have?

- So it's a lie, then.
- What?

"The intelligence, I can't
possibly talk about it."

Bit surprising you wanted
to go near it at all though,

given that it's plainly the opposite
of what Ryan wants you to do.

Don't tell me how
to conduct my case.

You're conducting mine, really.

Making such a good
job of alerting the Board

to the fact that Ryan
is hoodwinking you.

And if he's not telling his
own barrister the truth...

You're bluffing.

The Board don't think that.

One brigadier and
two lieutenant colonels,

each of them with lots
of combat experience.

They know a smokescreen
when they see one.

When did you get silk?

Why didn't you want
McGovern here?

I did what I did for
good military reasons.

I've told you. How would McGovern
help that? He's a photographer.

Embedded with you.

Watching you all the time.

I've got nothing to hide.

- I acted properly.
- Oh, yeah.

"Properly." "Honorably."

Shall I tell you something?

If you don't stop hiding behind
all those words very soon,

you'd better start thinking
about living for the next ten years

where none of those
count for a bloody thing!

Did courageous
restraint frustrate you?

It frustrated all of us.

An aggressive-minded officer
doesn't like being on the back foot.

- Whose side are you on?
- Look...

It's better you get the
hard questions from me first,

so when the real thing
comes, it's not a shock,

and you deal with it.

Tell me about the siege.

I've told you.

Well, why was it so tough?

You were engaging with
the enemy all the time,

what was it about this contact
that affected you so much?

It would help, wouldn't it?

What?

If in there, they understood

why staying put the second
time around didn't feel right.

What was it about
that 18-hour siege?

There's a report.

On the siege.

We call it a learning account.

Can you get it for me?

Sure. Absolutely.

Bethany. It's Martha.

A photographer
called Paul McGovern.

Yeah. Get a pupil to dig out
everything you can about him, and...

And every picture he's
taken in Afghanistan.

And I'll need it by tonight.

Ah. Drink?

- Why?
- Chat about silk.

Don't need a drink.
Skip a year, sir.

Re-group, fatten
up your practice,

think about an application
next time around.

You lied to me.

No way. What you talking about?

I can't send work
to a set of chambers

with a senior clerk
who lies to me.

I understand you have to bullshit
your barristers to keep them happy.

I know you have
to keep telling them

just how much
sunshine is in their lives,

or the inner toddler
comes out to play.

But I'm a proper
grown-up, Billy.

My clients are
proper grown-ups too.

I need you to tell
me everything.

And for it always to be true.

What does mellifluous mean?

Richard Burton 60
seconds after sex.

I knew you knew.
Why did you lie?

You said you didn't
know what it meant.

I thought you'd be offended
having an inferior vocabulary

to a man who
left school at five.

Was Martha Costello
double-booked?

No.

You see how easy it is,

telling the truth?

And look what it gets you.

Private drink driving.
Fifteen-hundred on the brief.

- Fifteen-hundred?
- Footballer's wife.

Right.

Strictly between you and me,

we could call it two
grand, couldn't we?

Just don't tell the
toddler you give it to.

- John.
- Yeah?

My prosecuting brief,
it's a three-day trial,

so can you book me in for
two nights at Brasenose?

What's Brasenose?

- It's an Oxford college.
- Er... It's an Oxford college.

My old Oxford college.

Er, Brasenose.

What are you
doing in Oxford, sir?

College reunion.

Brase... nose.

Calm down, Jake.

Learning account.

That's it?

So...

One Afghan civilian
killed, collateral damage.

Courageous restraint
didn't work then.

Who was manning the
western wall of the patrol base?

Afghan National Army?

Jumpy and twitchy?

Oh, you don't
know the half of it.

Off their faces quite often. On
duty, in uniform, high as kites.

Courageous restraint wasn't
a concept they grasped at all.

Who wrote this?

I didn't know at the time
about the order not to go out.

Is that usual? For
a sergeant major?

Never had it before.

How would the witness know that?

If the CO doesn't tell him, he
doesn't know that he doesn't know.

It's my job to know everything
my officer is thinking.

How did you feel about
going out on patrol that day?

I was worried, because
there were only ten of us.

Two have to stay
at the patrol base.

Did you question what
Captain Ryan was doing?

- Yes.
- What was his response?

He was set on it.

If you felt that strongly about it,
why didn't you press the point?

It's not my job to
keep on disagreeing

with my officer once
I've told him what I think.

You can say it once.

When Private Rivers
stood on the IED,

what happened next?

The "man down" shout came
along the line to me at the rear.

At the same time, we
came under heavy contact.

What did you do?

Three things
you're trained to do.

Secure the area, which
just means carry on fighting,

give first aid to the man down,

secure a spot no less
than 500 meters away

for the chopper to land to
get the wounded man out.

And were you
able to do all that?

- No.
- Why not?

There were nine of us.

Two of my privates
weren't doing well.

What do you mean by that?

When you see a
colleague lose both his legs

and you can't get to him because
you're pinned down by incoming fire,

and he's calling out for you,

it's pretty upsetting.

Private Bloxham
and Private Farrelly

weren't functioning
well as combat troops.

Meaning?

They were crying.

We were effectively seven men.

Tell us what the wounded
Private Rivers was actually saying.

I'd rather not, sir.

We all understand your
feelings, Sergeant Major,

but I'm afraid you are going
to have to answer the question.

He was doing what
most wounded soldiers do

when they're still conscious.

He was calling out for me.

And when I wasn't coming,

he was calling
out for his mother.

The chopper landed
seventy minutes later.

Private Rivers died
in the helicopter

on the way back to Bastion.

And based on all your
experience and knowledge,

what do you think of
Captain Ryan's decision

to go out on patrol
with just ten men?

In my opinion, it was foolish.

Is that what you're saying
in the sergeants' mess?

No, sir.

What do you say?

The G words get used.

Gung-ho.

Lust for glory.

Do you remember the
23rd of September, 2009?

Private Owen Gearty was hit

down an alleyway in
a place called Sarkani.

And what did you do?

I went down the
alley and got him out.

Alone?

Yes.

And why didn't anyone else
from your platoon come with you?

They were ordered not to.

Were you ordered not to?

Yes.

And have you been disciplined
for disobeying this order?

No.

Did you do the right thing?

He's alive today.

Did you do the right thing?

It's completely
different from...

Were you at Buckingham
Palace on June 5th, 2010,

to receive a gallantry award

for your bravery in
rescuing Private Gearty?

Yes.

And was it the Queen
who gave it to you?

Yes.

So there is a point at
which not only is it right

to disobey an order,

you get a medal from
the Queen for doing so?

When it really comes down to it,

it's for your friends
that you fight.

I wasn't about to leave a
friend of mine bleeding to death.

Was the order not to rescue
Private Gearty a direct command

from an officer who
was there with you?

Yes, it was.

And was that order based
on an assessment of risk?

He would have weighed up the
chances of rescuing Private Gearty

against the chances of losing
someone trying to rescue him.

And who was that officer?

Captain Ryan.

The defendant.

And is that the attitude of
someone lusting for glory?

I don't think the
witness can tell us

what was going on in
someone else's mind.

Well, why not?

It's his job to know what
his officer is thinking.

Miss Costello!

From Bethany.
From your chambers.

Oh, thank you.

You mistook my
boy for someone else.

My dead son.

I'm sorry, it was unforgivable.

It's just another job for you.

No, it really isn't.

Back to London?

What's the officers' mess like?

Did you apply
for silk last time?

Yeah.

Probably a bit young.

It's good you didn't get it.

Why?

You're hungry. I like that.

Martha Costello got it.

Yeah.

She wasn't too young.

I get into fights with judges.

You know, I...

I don't care what
they think about me.

As long as I'm doing the
best thing for my client,

that's all that counts.

Maybe I... You know...

Maybe I don't play
the game enough.

I don't normally do this.

- You're very good at it.
- What?

Drinking.

You're very direct,
Captain Cassidy.

For an officer and a gentleman.

About some things.

Bet that you look
good on the dance floor.

And maybe the directness buys
you room not to talk about other things.

The man who told
Sergeant Major Pierce

not to go down that
alleyway in Sarkani,

and the man who took out a ten-man
patrol with the Taliban approaching.

Same man.

What changed?

Maybe I'll just ask him.

Martha.

My ears are burning.

That's because we're
talking about you.

Cheers.

Learning account.

Captain Ed Ryan...

"During an engagement
between insurgents

and ISAF-stroke-Afghan
National Army,

a round was fired from the
western perimeter of the PB,

resulting in the death of
one times local national."

Here she is.

"One times local national."

Bed.

She died in his arms.

A few minutes
after this was taken.

And then he carried
on. Doing his job.

Being an army officer.

Sorry.

So...

anyway...

do you?

What?

Look good on the dance floor?

♪ ♪

- Don't worry. I'll lead.
- You'll lead?

What is this?

Men in uniform lose all
dignity waving their arms about.

Close your eyes and
this could be Saigon...

or Singapore...

or Dar es Salaam...

Here you are, mate.
Thanks. Keep the change.

I've been looking for a
relationship with a barrister.

Continuity, commitment,

knowing someone well enough

so you don't have to
explain everything twice.

So any thoughts about who
that might be, I'd be grateful.

You completely had me there!

It's a good feeling, actually.

Not knowing what's coming next.

This isn't supposed to happen.

What?

Falling for a solicitor.

No.

- Complicates things.
- Yeah.

Probably, your senior
clerk wouldn't like it.

Nothing to do with him.

So you should stop yourself...

..falling.

Yeah.

Good.

I'm a little bit
worried about this.

What is it?

One thing the army does
very well is keep records.

Your grandfather.

And what does it say?

I haven't looked.

I thought you should
decide if you want to read it.

Then if you don't,
nothing has changed.

And maybe you want to respect
his right not to talk about it.

You're here.

I'm down there.

On the right.

Night.

Hello, this is Clive Reader,

please leave a
message after the tone.

Thanks. Bye.

Oh, hi, Marth. It's me.

Missed your call. Um...

You probably stayed over.

Are you, er...

Are you coming back tomorrow?

I hope you are.

Er...

Need to talk.

Bye.

Okay, Okay.

You're okay.

Easy, mate.

You won't get
him to talk about it.

It helps him.

Doesn't he see that?

He had every reason
not to want another siege.

- When he goes in the witness box...
- He won't.

He's not. And neither will I.

Miss Costello.

Mr. McGovern has come
a long way at your request.

Do you have some
questions for him?

Is it right that Captain Ryan
was well regarded by his men?

Yes.

- Respected?
- Yes.

Is...

"Gung-ho" an expression
you'd use about Captain Ryan?

No.

Lust for glory?

No.

Will you take a look
at this photograph?

Thank you.

Did you take this picture?

- Yes.
- When?

Just after the siege.

And how did you feel taking it?

She was five years old.

Yes, she was.

How did you feel?

I knew it was a good photograph.

How did you feel,

Mr. McGovern?

This is what it's all about.

This is what happens when a weapon
of that caliber hits a human being.

And even at that range,

with all that distance between
weapon and victim, how far?

Six, seven hundred meters?

Look what it did to her.

When they brought
her in, I told myself,

"Just take the picture,
just take the damn picture,

so the world can see...

what these things look like."

And did you show your feelings?

I sat on my own.

I had a quiet cry.

And how did this death,
this young life taken,

how did this make you
feel about being there,

being at that patrol base?

It was a constant thing.
Something we all carried with us.

And Captain Ryan?

I think he changed.

Sometimes, I'd catch him on his
own and he'd have the look on his face.

The look?

- I've seen it many times.
- What look?

Lost.

And when Captain Ryan
decided to take that patrol out,

instead of staying put,

the day Private
Rivers was killed,

was that decision influenced
by his emotional condition?

Yes, I think so.

I think he didn't want
it to happen again.

Did you think of Private
Rivers as your friend?

Yes.

Did you take photographs of
Alan Rivers with his legs blown off?

- Yes.
- You took pictures of your friend,

with his legs blown
off, bleeding to death.

What are you saying?

Three months after you say you
were so badly affected by the siege

and the death
of the little girl?

I don't understand.

Professional men and women
under extreme pressure can feel upset,

look lost, wonder, maybe,
why they do what they do...

and then carry on. They
hold it together and carry on.

An officer can obey an order,

and a photographer can take
pictures of his dying friend.

That's enough.

Get him to stop.

I was with Captain Ryan
when he took the order.

Did he say anything to you?

Private Bloxham?

He asked me to
keep quiet about it.

How did he seem to you?

He was himself.
Completely in control.

And did you...

keep quiet about it?

Nobody is going to criticize you for
obeying an order, Private Bloxham.

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

Blown it. All over. So what's
our defense now? Huh?

The very upset, totally honest,
19-year-old private soldier

whose best buddy's just died
is lying in the witness box?

I mean, shall we go for that?

Why the hell didn't you tell me?

It would have caused
anxiety amongst my men

if they knew Major Scotter
had said don't go out.

It would have undermined their
confidence in me and my authority.

But I thought at that point, you
hadn't made the decision to go out.

That it was a later
decision, wasn't it?

When circumstances changed.

What about the truth?

Last chance.

Try the truth, Captain Ryan.

Why was he crying his heart
out in your room last night?

Just leave it.

It's about protecting him,
isn't it? You're the buffer.

All this grandfather business,
and making me think you like me.

Why were you outside my room?

You're back. How's it going?

What did you want to ask me?

Do you think I
should go for it? Silk?

Is that what you wanted to say?

You're the person I
trust most in the world.

Go for it.

A white ribbon round
a Clive Reader brief.

Will Miss Duggan and
her immaculate integrity

like it if she finds out
you're plod-friendly?

Your upstairs and your
downstairs need to have a talk, sir.

Hello, Billy.

Miss.

Hello?

He's pushing you
and George together?

Yes and no.

- Meaning?
- Well, yes, professionally.

Personally?

He's against any
personal developments.

- And you?
- He doesn't trust me.

He thinks I'd treat her badly.

That's not what I was asking.

Are you all right?

It's just people not saying things,
you know, keeping things back.

I can't stand it.
It's no way to live.

Marth?

How did it happen?

She was a long way away.

ANA thought she was
an enemy insurgent.

- A very long way, then.
- Yeah.

The L115A3 sniper rifle.

It's pretty unique.

Clive.

- It's brilliant.
- Jesus, Clive.

And it can cause us to
make mistakes like this.

Us?

Us. The British Army.

It's a British weapon?

Martha...

He doesn't want
me talking to you.

He was crying.

He's a soppy drunk.

Why was he crying?

- I'm not going to talk about it.
- Nor is he.

Which means he's going down,
which means the end of his army career.

And is that what's best for him?

Is that where your best
buddy loyalty should get us?

The siege had had a
traumatic effect on everyone.

The prospect of it
happening again was...

would have been very difficult.

Why?

The Taliban used civilians.
They had civilians with them.

Including a little girl?

Are the Afghans good shots?

No.

Do they have the kind of
weapon to pull off a shot like that...

at the range of 600 meters?

No.

If she had been shot by an
ANA soldier at that distance,

would the wound look like this?

No.

Who shot her, Captain Cassidy?

That's for Captain
Ryan to answer.

I asked Private Bloxham not to
tell anyone I had received the order.

I disabled the radio.

I disobeyed the order.

Why?

We had to go out.

Because of the siege and
the death of the little girl?

Stop calling her that.
She's got a name.

She had a name.

What was her name?

It was a sniper, wasn't it?

Were there any ANA snipers?

British snipers?

Two.

You?

Private Rivers.

It was his life, the army.

I knew what he felt about
the job we were doing.

He believed we were making
a difference in Afghanistan.

I didn't want his parents or
anyone else to think of him

as anything other
than a brave soldier.

Because he was.

Why would anyone
think he wasn't?

After the siege was over,

the Taliban retreated when
the air support finally arrived...

and there were two
civilians still out there.

They weren't going anywhere...

and they didn't care about
the planes, or us, or anything.

They brought her in.

The father carried her,
the mother was next to him.

It's a long walk, 600 meters.

Her name was Atefa Bashir.

She died in my arms.

They thought we could help.

We couldn't.

I couldn't.

I'm sorry.

Was it Private Rivers?

There was so much incoming fire.

We couldn't shoot back
because the civilians were...

One shot.

That was all.

He couldn't stop himself.

From then on, he
was traumatized.

If you were suffering
from combat stress,

surely it would be obvious to
the people living alongside him,

wouldn't it?

Sergeant Major Pierce.

Private Bloxham.

Bravado. Jokes. The
film. That was him hiding it.

That's what he did.

That's what we do.

Tell me about the day
Private Rivers died.

It was dusk, and
Private Rivers saw them.

Saw who?

Afghan civilians.

Out where they had no
reason to be at that time.

He came to me and he told me...

"It's happening again," he said.

He was sure the ANA were
giving information to the enemy

and he was ranting about
which one it might be.

And what did you do?

I took a look.

Private Rivers was next to me.

And?

I couldn't see them.

He was shaking and...

I tried to talk to him,

but he was just
crying and pointing.

At what?

He said she was coming.

She?

- Atefa.
- But?

He was reliving it.

He was back in the
moment when she was shot.

That's what happens.

He was condemned to shooting
a small child over and over again,

and nobody could see that.

Nobody?

I believed the
Taliban were coming.

If we stayed put, we'd be
defending the base with 12 men...

and Private Rivers, who was...

When a soldier cracks up,
it's impossible for everyone.

Everything he was doing
was completely unpredictable.

I knew that if
we didn't go out...

It's the last thing they tell
you when you leave Sandhurst.

"Love your men."

I love my men.

It was my decision.

He's dead because of me.

Leave him alone.

You leave him alone.

Mr. President,

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

Yes.

Do you find the defendant guilty
or not guilty of disobeying an order?

Guilty.

When an officer
disobeys an order,

it has long-lasting effects

on the men he commands, the men
who must have absolute trust in him.

You have broken the trust
between you and your men.

It is up to this court to decide

whether we should send you to
prison and discharge you from the army.

We all believe that your loyalty
to your men is not in question.

But we cannot forget that
your actions in disobeying

an order has led to the
death of one of your soldiers

and deprived a mother
and a father of their son.

This is something I know
you will have to live with

for the rest of your life.

Captain Ryan,

you will receive a
severe reprimand

and a loss of seniority.

We hope that you will be able to
come to terms with what happened.

We also hope that you
will continue your service...

and continue to
display the courage

that you have shown on the
battlefield and in this courtroom.

I think we should
go back to our lives.

Jody Farr's been
arrested and charged.

Conspiracy to import heroin.

They're putting him
as the number one.

So who do you want?

There are two
silks at Shoe Lane.

Mister Mellifluous is
representing the courier.

So why do you want her?

Anyone who goes toe to toe
with me and spits in my eye

is my kind of brief.

Grandad?

It's Martha...

No, no, no, no, no, I
just fancied a chat. Yeah!

How are you?

No, I'm good.

No, no, I'm not married yet.

Cheeky!

What are you doing
in Oxford, Clive?

Sexual assault.

You do this once and once only.

You stay out of Miss
Duggan's downstairs.

- You're a very dangerous woman.
- You have no idea.

The business in the toilet.

There was nobody with me
at any stage doing anything.

When you extinguish
hope, there's nothing.

And when there's nothing,
well, we'd better all watch out.

I thought you might
need a bit of help.

We're both interested in
seeing these boys go down.

Non-disclosure of evidence
is as serious as it gets.