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Drugs. Importation of heroin.

Jody Farr's been
arrested and charged.

So why do you want her?

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

is my kind of brief.

I will not work for that man.

- CW.
- Are you looking to move?

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

If we were looking
for prosecutors,

then Caroline Warwick
may not be the way to go.

Fatima Ali.

The brother tried to calm her, she
lashed out with a broken bottle...

He's dead because of me.

Prosecute, and
you'll walk into silk.

I'm really counting on you here.

It's Billy.

Nine o'clock.

It's me.

Nine o'clock.

Come on...

Tap water. Clean and cold.

- What are you doing here?
- Sit down.

- No.
- Think you should.

- What do you want? Where's Billy?
- It's almost embarrassing,

you saying no.

So, if the middle man's
not getting it done...

I've only ever been
properly embarrassed once.

I used to nip off with
Hustler magazine

for an early playtime
in the boys' toilets.

Five minutes with myself.

Waitress...

Bye, Micky.

I have to tell you this. This is
something you have to hear.

He knocked on my cubicle door.

"Michael Joy. I know you're in
there and I know what you're doing.

Mr. Wilson."

- And what did you do?
- Opened the door,

kicked his stupid head
in and went out to play.

- What would you like?
- Double espresso.

Double espresso.

I told my dad the teacher had
tried to feel me up in the toilets.

He went berserk.

School was on the
back foot from the start.

Teacher lost his job.

The Archway Road took
him three months later.

- Took him?
- It's the A1, technically.

So, if hitting the tarmac
from 100 foot, doesn't kill you,

the first northbound
vehicle will.

Thank you.

Have you ever seen an
institution lose confidence?

Watching it happen,

taught me everything
I know about power.

Power is control of the story.

Only two people from the school went
to the crematorium: me and the head.

He was representing
the school. I was curious.

He took me for a cup of tea
and a cupcake afterwards,

and got very heavy about guilt
and shame and forgiveness.

All that Catholic bollocks.

It was the hardest ten minutes
of his career and he knew it,

but what he didn't know

was that a piece of pink icing

was stuck to the lower
part of his bottom lip.

And it moved as he spoke.

It turned him from
what he wanted to be,

a man with gravitas and
moral authority, into something...

embarrassing.

Give that to Billy, will you?

- What is it?
- Three thousand pounds in used notes.

Jody Farr's proof of evidence.

Miss.

You were here.

Don't you ever do that again.

- You'd have said no if I'd...
- I'm still saying no.

That's not what Micky says.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Are they here?

Your father and your brother.

Today is for us lawyers to
sort out bits of housekeeping.

All you have to do is enter a
plea of not guilty. Nothing else.

- Is she here?
- Yeah.

- Good. They're going to nick her.
- Why?

- Breach of bail.
- Oh, Christ. What?

Contacting a
prosecution witness.

Does she want to surrender now

- or afterwards?
- Wait, wait. Who?

- The brother, Ibrahim.
- What sort of contact?

Phone calls. 33 of them.

All hours of the day and night.

Well, I mean, she's his sister.

She's never been apart
from her family before, so...

Yeah. You know what?

In all the rush to
characterize Little Miss Muslim

as the real victim,

shall we try and remember
she drank 15 whiskies

and she stuck a jagged bottle
so hard into her brother's neck,

- she could have killed him twice.
- Still, it's a bit harsh to...

Fight me if you want.

It's what we're here for.

Thirty-three phone calls. Why?

He's my brother.

You know this is very serious.

He's my brother.

He's always looked after me.

Of course she thinks
they look after her.

It's what they've been telling
her all her life. It's brainwashing.

- She'll be remanded in custody.
- Don't let that happen.

It's a murder, George.
I'm not a miracle worker.

Have you ever seen
a more frightened

- human being?
- It doesn't help with bail.

She's a woman.

Do that thing you
do with women, Clive.

- On one piece of paper?
- Yes, ma'am.

- I need to talk to you.
- Me first.

- What?
- Jody Farr.

- You're prosecuting it.
- I need a junior.

You're offering me the
junior brief in Jody Farr?

It'll be like America, darling.
We can wear beautiful suits

and arrive at court every
morning in bright sunshine.

Publicity will blaze.

- When?
- Monday.

I need you to take
some witnesses.

- We'll be a team.
- This won't be finished.

The trial starts on
Wednesday. It's five days.

And you're committed to her?

Yes, I am.

Tell me about Ms.
Ali. Break my heart.

I don't think I've ever seen
a more frightened human.

Broken heart. Wait there.

- Anything interesting?
- He was present at a robbery.

Staff member went for the alarm.
One of the other robbers shot her dead.

- Mandatory death penalty.
- What?

Life and death in the Caribbean.

- Right.
- The case law: Pratt and Morgan.

Their Lordships decided
that five years on death row

equals cruel and
unusual punishment,

which means you
can't be executed.

Survive more than five years

and your death sentence gets
commuted to life imprisonment.

It's weird, isn't it? Final court of
appeal for death penalty cases

for thousands of miles away

- here in London.
- In Parliament Square, W1.

I mean, it's a
complete anachronism.

It's indefensible that we kept
this power over the legal systems

of former colonies.
But thank God we have.

So, has he done his five years?

No.

Twenty-three hours a day...

in a cell

the size of a chicken coop.

Television?

No.

Books?

Just your own thoughts.

They say when you have
been sentenced to death,

you have nothing to lose, so...

you are, by definition,
a dangerous prisoner.

Visits?

Once a month.

No touching.

I haven't...

hugged my son in two years.

I want to hug him.

My whole body tells
me I have to hug him.

He's my child.

I cannot.

When you execute a man...

you end the lives
of his whole family.

What will I tell my
nine-year-old daughter?

What will I say to her...

when they break his neck?

You know the law.

Because your son hasn't
used the appeals process

and only two years have
passed since he was sentenced...

I want you to tell the
judges two years...

They may as well
be 20. Two years...

is a lifetime.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

- What's this?
- Jackson Henderson?

That's a Michael
Connolly freebie, sir.

It's a death penalty
appeal from the Caribbean.

- She's doing the con now.
- Con? How?

- His mother.
- Blow it out.

- It's a death row case, Billy.
- Yeah. Return it.

And when Connolly
comes out the con

tell him to go elsewhere
with his grim work.

- A man will be executed if...
- I've had it

with you answering me back!
I'm the senior clerk in here!

What's the matter with you?

Why hasn't Jackson
used the appeals process?

Who knows what goes
through a man's mind.

Locked in a cell with only
death to talk to, Mrs. Costello.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm
not Mrs. I'm a Miss.

A woman like you?

A woman as beautiful as you?

My, my...

what a world.

Hello, Billy.

Yes. No. We're just...

What? But we just had the con.

What are you doing? What
the hell are you doing?!

- Not now, Miss.
- Not now?

What do you mean, not now?

A man is scheduled to die
in a few days' time and what?

This isn't a good time for
you? Where are you going?

Don't walk away from me. Don't
you dare turn your back on this!

I've seen what
it does, this work.

It will corrupt your every waking
moment and most of your sleep.

And when you lose... I
don't want that for you.

I came to the Bar to
do this kind of work.

- I am doing it, Billy.
- Doing pro bono work

for Michael Connolly
won't get you

- the kudos...
- Whoa, what?

- Or the attention.
- Or the career development?

One last time, I will
NOT represent Jody Farr.

This is not about THAT.

How can you ask me
to represent that man

and in the same breath tell
me I can't try and save a...

- Miss!
- If you mention him to me again

I will take that as a direct
challenge to my being here.

And if that happens,

I will fight you for the
right to stay at Shoe Lane.

The Crown understands
the wider context

surrounding this tragic death,

and we are prepared to accept
the psychiatric report's finding

that the defendant's state of
mind was substantially impaired.

- Diminished.
- We'll offer no evidence

on the murder if she
pleads to manslaughter.

Is the judge going to buy this?

I did a four month fraud
last summer in front of him.

The air conditioning had broken
down and he took to wearing

- nothing under his robes.
- How do you know?

I know. And he'll
buy this if I tell him to.

Nothing to do with
cracking this trial

so that you and me
are free for Jody Farr?

It is the duty of a
prosecutor to be fair.

And that means working against
the urge to win just because you can.

Fatima Ali isn't a murderer.
We can all see that.

Amazing.

Yeah. Wasn't easy. She
doesn't roll over for just anyone.

Still... it's as good a deal
as you could hope for.

It's almost a shame
we have to say no.

Don't even tell her about the
offer? Is that what you're saying?

My job is to get her to a position
where she can think for herself.

In the meantime, you
tell her what to think.

Isn't that what everyone's
been doing to her all her life?

I don't want her to think like
me. I want her to think for herself.

- She needs to choose now.
- It wouldn't be a real choice.

She's not ready.
She just feels guilty.

Okay, okay, Her best
interests. What are they?

Going through
with a trial in public?

How humiliating would that be?

And if she's
convicted, she gets life.

If we're acting in
her best interests,

then pleading guilty to
manslaughter, avoiding a trial

- and having half a shout...
- What?

Half a shout at a
mental health disposal?

How about we send an abused
woman to the funny farm?

- George...
- Why should she plead guilty?

We can do this.

- I know we can.
- Do what?

Give this woman enough
self-respect and strength to fight back.

Imagine what the Court
of Appeal would say.

The appellant was
never told about the offer?

They'd go mad and
they'd be right to.

I thought you were a fighter.

Yeah, well...

I know what we'll do.

It's a very good offer.

But it's too much
to take in now.

So here's what we
think you should do.

Plead not guilty today

and then I'll make sure
the offer's is still on the table

when we come back
for trial on Wednesday.

That way you'll have had
time to think about it and decide.

Prawn cocktail?

Is that why you
followed me round here?

- No.
- So why did you?

I was just checking you
were okay with the initials

on the pigeonholes.
Like, who's who.

I'm fine. And any I don't
know I can just figure it out.

Okay. Good.

I'll see you back
in the clerk's room.

Okay.

- Jake?
- Yes?

- Did you want to ask me out?
- Me?

No.

No. Not at all.

Not guilty for now, but
she'll plead on Wednesday.

- Are you sure?
- Yep.

Because she always does what
the men in her life tell her to do?

Shall we have our
fight about bail?

"Do not contact any member of
your family directly or indirectly

or you will be remanded in
custody." Quote, unquote.

It is a kind of arrogance,

frankly, to ignore a judicial
warning of such clarity.

Does she think the
law doesn't apply to her?

There's a cultural
problem here, Your Honor.

Fatima has failed to understand
that what the judge says

has to take precedence over her
profound need to talk to her family.

She gets it now. I've explained
it to her in no uncertain terms.

If you grant her bail, I'm sure
she won't let anyone down again.

Bail is refused,

but I'm going to bend over
backwards to help Ms. Ali.

I've had another trial
collapse this morning.

Is there any reason why
this trial can't start tomorrow?

- I'll see you tonight.
- Will you?

Seven o'clock.

Do me a favor and accuse
me of being a loose cannon.

Oh. Your interview. Yes.

And remember, George
Duggan is for Christmas.

Silk is for life.

They make their own
coffins on death row,

in the corridor outside.

That's the most
constructive thing they do.

We have heard all these
arguments on past occasions.

We are sympathetic.

And that is why this court
made the five year rule.

Move on, please.

Nine, 11, 13 and 16.

Jackson Henderson's
four sisters.

For the last two years, they
have witnessed their mother

and their father's anguish

and they have struggled
to understand the sentence

passed on their elder brother.
And they have not understood.

If Jackson dies in
a few days' time,

his sisters will be
condemned to live their lives

with unimaginably ugly
thoughts and feelings.

Does this court want to
punish those children?

I have had the privilege to get
to know Florence Henderson,

the appellant's mother,

and I have seen at close
hand her extraordinary courage

in dealing with what is
happening to her son.

You refute your own argument.

Not when I tell you
that this woman,

more brave and dignified I think
than anyone I have ever met,

cries herself to sleep at night.
And when she does sleep,

she dreams of hanging.

This is her history,

it's her present,
and it's her future.

Does this court endorse that?

Her punishment and
that of her young family

is lifelong.

And I submit to this court,

with all your emotional
and intellectual intelligence,

that is its cruel,

it is unusual...

and it must stop.

Well, I think you're
absolutely right to come in.

Have you ever had a...

- digital examination before?
- No.

- We should do that now.
- Yeah, uh...

what is that exactly?

Legs a little higher
for me, please.

No, I mean knees
closer to your chest.

Oh, sorry.

And relax.

It is enlarged and it's putting
some pressure on your bladder.

What does that mean?

I'm going to say the word, but
I don't want you to get worried.

- What word?
- Cancer.

Probably you haven't,

but possibly you have
and I'd like to be sure.

You need to be
seen by a specialist.

Now, there is an
accelerated referral time.

But only if there are specific
factors causing particular concern.

Perhaps you could
help me, Mr. Lamb.

Have any of your family
ever had prostate cancer?

- Er... yeah.
- Oh.

- And who was that?
- My mum.

On the whole, mums
don't have prostate glands.

- My sister.
- Women don't... huh...

- My dad.
- Okay. Quite young, was he?

- Yeah.
- Under 50?

Forty-nine.

These are weighty issues.

We will adjourn and notify you
when we are ready to give judgment.

Well, when? We
have to know when.

We will notify you.

Thank you.

- What have you done?
- What do you mean?

Something. You're looking
particularly gorgeous.

I had my death row appeal today.

Oh, right. Sorry.
Yeah, I... I forgot.

Judgment soon.

Cool. Apart from
that? Work-wise?

So, why are you
leaving your old set?

I say what I think and
the boys don't like it.

Have you noticed what
people say about loud women?

"Oh, she's got a mouth on her."

What do they say
about noisy men?

"He's a good laugh."

Some people think
you're a loose cannon.

Do they? Who? Oh,
of course you can't say.

Here's what I think. I
think the Bar is special

because it's our work to cherish
the English language in all its glory.

A row of cannon,

all pointing in the same
direction and sounding the same,

what would that be?

It would be children who
don't read books any more.

It would be a world filled
with management consultants.

And for us, it would be
solicitor advocates, wouldn't it?

Tired and dull and flat.

I think juries deserve
better than that.

Does that answer your question?

My last three years' income.

Who earns more at Shoe
Lane? My guess is nobody.

And the next two
years projected.

Only a dinosaur would say no.

Skeletons, Miss?

Have I slept with any
judges? Uh... several.

Solicitors? Quite a few.

Senior Clerks?

Not yet.

- Drink?
- Love to.

That's what I hear.

This is a drinking profession.

I drink fast and hard

and I get up in the morning
sober as a judge and twice as lively.

And what about you?

Anything I should
know about Billy Lamb?

I've never felt
like this before.

So this is more difficult
for me than I can say.

But you're going to tell me...

I'm going to be brutally honest,
George. I think that's best.

We're just not suited.

Fatima needs someone who
can... What's the expression?

Do emotion. Now, I wish
that was me, but it's not.

- I'm so sorry.
- It's tomorrow.

I know. I should have
said but I didn't because...

- I didn't want to let you down.
- What am I supposed to do?

I just keep coming back to
Fatima. She's what matters here

and if I'm not giving her
what she needs then...

It's not me facing life
imprisonment, is it?

- It's her.
- Shit. Shit. Shit.

I'm sorry.

Listen, um... I'll be right
back. I'm just going to...

Erm... you know George Duggan.

- Hi.
- Yeah. Sorry. I've got to...

So. You in court tomorrow?

Err... No.

How about the rest of the week?

Apart from receiving
a judgment, free.

- Why?
- George...?

- Listen, I'm going to let you two...
- What, you...?

I've returned Fatima Ali.

- Right. Yeah.
- So I'm free to prosecute Jody Farr.

- Led by CW.
- Who we returned Fatima to?

Have I got this right?

A senior clerk who
can't get his new silk

to defend the
biggest brief in town

manages to get golden
balls to prosecute it?

It's under control.
I'll sort it out.

I said, I'll sort it.

That's more like it.

Why are you here?

You don't sleep, I don't sleep.

Where's Mrs. Henderson staying?

She's flown home.

If the appeal is refused,

then she wouldn't have time to
get back before they execute him.

- Are you okay, Miss?
- Do me a favor, Billy.

Don't be nice to me.

Yup.

Are you going to save him?

I don't know.

Call me the second any news
comes in. Even if I'm in court, get me.

- Pleading to manslaughter?
- No.

What? But Clive said that...

Do I look like a big public
schoolboy, Caroline?

When do you
think this will finish?

It'll go into Monday, at least.

She's not ready.

Clive was going to
carve it, wasn't he?

Clive? It's me. You're dumped.

A wild night of drinking
and a return home

with a three quarters
empty bottle of scotch.

Her older brother tried
to take the bottle from her

to stop her drinking more.
And what did she do?

She broke the bottle
and she went for him.

He lifted and turned his
head to avoid the lunge

and the jagged, lethal,
broken glass went into his neck,

with sufficient force to
sever the carotid artery.

Mustapha Ali bled to death

before any medical
attention could reach him.

There is an alternative count
on this indictment. Manslaughter.

But make no mistake about it,

the Crown is and always
has been very clear.

This is a murder.

And that is the verdict we
will be asking you to return.

- I was upstairs.
- Doing what?

- On the phone.
- To who?

I don't remember. I heard
a smashing of a glass

and a few seconds
later, a scream.

- Who screamed?
- My mother.

- What did you do?
- I ran downstairs.

When I reached the
door of the kitchen,

I saw Mustapha lying on the
floor. He was twitching and writhing.

It looked like he was
having some kind of fit.

Later I learned he was
choking on his own blood.

Stick to what you yourself
saw and heard, please.

I realized it wasn't a fit

when I saw the blood
coming out of his neck.

Was anyone else in the room?

My mother, father,
my sister, Fatima.

And what was she doing?

She was bent over the table, like
she was exhausted or something.

- Later I learned she...
- No, no, forget about later.

Just tell us what you saw.

She was holding the
bottle. It was broken.

It fell out of her hand. My
brother stopped moving.

I knew he was dead.

What did you do?

I couldn't breathe,
I had to get out.

You were upstairs.

So you can't help us with
the immediate context.

She'd been out, she
came back. She was drunk.

- Did you see her go out?
- No.

Did you see her come back?
- No, I was...

Did you see her drinking?

- The police officer told me...
- Ah-ah. Yes.

Did you see her
drinking? You, yourself.

- No.
- So, like I said, no context.

What you've been told, yes,
assumptions you've made, yes,

but actual evidence
of what went on, no.

Where did you go
when you left the house?

- I just felt I had to get away.
- Where did you go?

I wandered around.

- Did you love your brother?
- Of course.

- Did you call 999?
- No.

- Why not?
- I don't know, I couldn't think.

- Did you do anything to help him?
- I told you, he was dead.

- What else could I do?
- And how do you think he'd died?

- It was obvious.
- Was it? Why?

The blood, the
bottle in her hand.

Have I got this straight?

You left the house with your
brother dead or dying, your sister,

whom you believed
to be the killer

- still in there...
- You better stop this..

- And both your parents hysterical?
- Enough!

Enough of what?

- Questions you can't answer?
- You listen to me...

Mr. Ali.

I will not let her insult my
dead brother in this way.

- I'm sorry you think it's insulting.
- Then why don't you back off?

When did you come
back from your wander?

- My wander?
- Your word.

My brother's blood in our
kitchen and my sister drunk.

Have you any idea
what that felt like?

These two things, do they
provoke the same emotion in you?

- Dead brother, drunk sister?
- I will not answer that.

I know you'd like to say my
religion is against women.

I will not talk to someone
as ignorant as you.

What do you know? Who are you?

Are you an angry man, Mr. Ali?

Was your brother?

- You lied to me.
- I was trying to manage a situation.

The is only time you'll have to
meet a barrister for the first time.

- You promised her.
- That's what I thought at that time.

You were trying to
carve it from the start.

I'm not an idiot, Clive.

Don't you dare do that.

- What?
- Sexy puppy dog bollocks.

Can a puppy be sexy?

Detective Sergeant,
were there any injuries

on the deceased that you
could call defense wounds?

No.

Thank you. What about
signs of injury on the accused?

She had a mark around her wrist.

Consistent with having a
hand held tight around it?

Which would've been
consistent with the deceased

trying to get the bottle
away from the accused.

Or with Fatima trying to
defend herself from him?

Or him trying to defend
himself from her attack on him.

This is all a bit like
ping pong, Your Honor.

My learned friend can't seem
to go more than two minutes

without hearing the
sound of her own voice.

Let's keep things
civilized, shall we, ladies?

Ladies?

There's no evidence of where
she'd been before returning home.

- No.
- Where did the bottle come from?

It didn't really seem
the most important...

We focused our inquiry on
the scene and the forensics,

which... kind of
spoke for themselves.

Did they? The
alcohol in her blood,

I mean, a reading like that,

- between ten and 15 shots of whisky?
- Yes.

- And the whisky in her hair?
- Yes.

- And all down her front?
- Yes.

- Quite a session?
- You said it.

But you chose not to find
out where she'd been drinking?

It was quite clear what
had happened here.

Is it right that a neighbor
called the police at 10.40 pm.

- Yes.
- And what action was taken?

It was a shout the
neighbor heard.

Could've been anything.
We get those calls all the time.

It wasn't a priority.

Then at 11.04, the 999 call
came in which was a priority.

Who made that call?

- Mr. Ali.
- The father.

Twenty-four minutes
later than the first call.

What did you think about
your daughter's behavior?

I didn't like it.

Going out? Dressing the
way she was dressing?

- Yes.
- And Ibrahim?

- He didn't like it.
- Mustapha?

We three men all agreed it
was wrong and we spoke to her.

Do you think that women deserve
punishment from their husbands?

- Sometimes.
- Did you ever punish your wife?

- Yes.
- What was the offense?

I will not dishonor
her name or mine

by recalling an event that
is passed and forgotten.

- What was the punishment?
- According to the Koran.

- A quiet word?
- Yes.

Then a withdrawal of sexual
services from the marital bed.

- Yes.
- Then a light beating?

It did not reach that point.

And it is a willful misinterpretation
of the Koran that you rely on.

Did Fatima do what she was
told after you spoke with her?

No.

And how did that
make you all feel?

Humiliated? Angry?

I wanted what was
best for my daughter.

Best according to who?

Her father. Our religion.

- She needed guidance.
- She needed choice.

She needed freedom
to decide how to live.

You think they've made a
choice? These western women?

You think women who drink so
much they fall over in the street

and go out wearing
the clothes of prostitutes

and paint their faces,
have an independent mind?

This is freedom?
This is your freedom?

I am asking you a question.

Mr. Ali...

She asks me many, many
questions. I cannot ask her one?

It isn't a choice, you're
right. It's a form of tyranny.

Real freedom is
the ability to choose.

Whenever that is
lost or taken away...

we must fight it.

- It's your mother next.
- No.

Why not?

- Fatima?
- It will be too hard for her.

I don't have any
brothers or sisters.

I come from a
small, close family.

My mum, my dad and me.

My dad was a lot older than
my mum and when I was 16,

he started to lose his memory.

It wasn't too bad at first.

Repeated questions.

Forgetting why he'd
come into the room.

But the doctors were very
clear, that it would get worse

and he would need looking after.

And when I left school, well,
he deteriorated quite a lot.

He couldn't remember what
order to put his clothes on.

Anyway, I wanted
to go to university.

And I got in.

And two weeks before
I was due to start,

my mum asked
me the big question.

- What?
- She asked me not to go.

- What happened?
- I went.

And when I came home
half way through the first term,

my dad didn't recognize me.

Has she forgiven you?

That's her own question.

She wanted me to stay at home

because she needed me to
be there to help with my dad,

but she also wanted
me to stay at home,

because she was lonely and bitter,
and she wanted me to be the same.

I was in my bedroom and I
saw Fatima arriving home.

Was she holding anything?

No.

Are you sure?

- Yes.
- It was dark.

She stopped at the end of the
path and looked up at the sky.

It was a clear night. There
was nothing in her hands.

Do you have any
alcohol in the house?

Me? No.

Does anyone?

Your husband?

You are under oath.

My husband.

Gin?

Vodka?

Whisky?

What time did
Fatima arrive home?

At 10.30.

And how can you be so sure?

I go to bed every night at
the same time, always 10.30.

- Was she walking in a straight line?
- Yes.

So if Fatima wasn't drinking
before she came home,

she would've had to have drunk
three quarters of a bottle of whisky

in an incredibly
short period of time...

to reach the
levels of alcohol...

This witness can't possibly be
expected to comment on that.

- No, quite.
- Martha.

I think you're
wanted, Ms. Costello.

Please leave her alone.

Well, this might be a good
moment to adjourn for the day.

- Definitely the same night?
- Yes.

He's got a bag. And
he's on the phone.

Where have you been
all my life, Daniel Lomas?

Six minutes after the
call from the neighbor,

and Ibrahim is
making a phone call.

- Is that you?
- Yes.

Who were you calling?
Not 999. Not home.

- I don't know.
- You don't know?!

Your brother dead or dying,

your drunk sister
apparently responsible.

And you were on the
phone! Who would you

- be calling, Ibrahim Ali?
- I don't remember.

Or are you lying
to me and this jury?

- What's in the bag?
- You don't understand

- anything about this.
- I think I do.

I think I'm getting there.

- What is in the bag?
- Shut up. Shut up!

- Are you an angry man, Mr. Ali?
- Yes, I was angry with her.

- She came home smelling.
- I thought you were upstairs.

She'd done it before.
This was the same.

- Done what before?
- Come home smelling of...

- Smelling of what?
- Of sex. She's a whore!

She's the liar.

Thank you, Mr. Ali.

Look, normally, I would never leave
without going down and seeing her.

You know that, but...

I just have to today. Sorry.

Martha, shall I come with you?

No. Thank you.

Just relax.

The, er... the letter that they
sent me said that it's interesting

- and instructive.
- Um, yeah.

It's just a squirt
of local anesthetic.

- Might feel a little bit cold.
- Okay.

Here we go.

You all right?

So, the uncomfortable
is when the camera's in

and I have to get it past
the sphincter muscle.

I thought the sphincter was...

You sure you got the
right opening here, Doc?

Well, the sphincter wants
to keep the camera out.

And, huh, we need to get it in.

Ready?

Jesus Christ.

Breathe.

Yeah, there are
some issues here.

Do you want me to call her?

Florence? It's Martha.

I don't know what to say.

Our only chance now is
for you to give evidence.

Fatima?

My father died ten years ago.

I miss him.

I sometimes wish I'd been
at home to look after him.

But it wasn't my fault
that I wanted more.

And I won't feel
guilty about that ever.

Because guilt eats you up
and then you don't have a life.

And I want my life.

Call Fatima Ali.

His name is Lloyd Naysmith.

He's a local councilor
and he offered to help me.

So I went to his house.

- And what happened?
- He was kind to me.

He said he would
look at the law for me

and see if the arranged
marriage could be stopped.

He made me feel my
life could be different.

I didn't feel I could
say no to him.

No to what?

Fatima?

To what he wanted.

Point of law, Your Honor.

Jury out, please.

None of this, not one bit of it, is
in the defense case statement.

How is the Crown supposed
to react to a defense case

that hasn't been put to
any prosecution witness,

that comes out of the blue nine
tenths of the way through the trial

and is, basically, an
ambushing of justice?

Of course it isn't in the
defense case statement.

Do you know how
hard it is for this woman

to stand up there today in
the witness box? Do you?

My learned friend is
becoming very personal.

Well, maybe
sometimes it is personal.

So, let's hear it now. From
the witness. Once and for all.

Ms. Warwick, you
may cross examine

on her failure to mention
any of this before now.

You may also cross
examine on her failure

to include it in her
defense case statement.

Jury back, please.

Fatima.

Tell us what happened
that night in your home

with your family.

Sorry.

Tell me.

You can do it for me.

Mustapha pushed
me down on the table.

I couldn't fight him.

He held my mouth
open with one hand...

and he poured the whisky
into my mouth with the other.

It went all over me
and down my throat.

I thought I was going to drown.

He stopped to shout at me.

He called me a whore.

I grabbed the bottle from him.

I smashed it on the table...

so he couldn't pour any
more whisky down me.

Then he came at me.

Sorry.

I'm so sorry!

Too late.

- I know about the Ali family.
- What?

- They're on Jody's patch.
- Oh, don't tell me.

- Jody doesn't like non-whites?
- Jody doesn't like competition.

Competition?

What are you doing?

- High quality heroin.
- Where did that come from?

This bag left the Ali house
with the younger brother

after the unfortunate
incident with the bottle

and before the arrival of
the emergency services.

The 24 minute gap.

They're all over it: fingerprints,
DNA, bag and contents.

- I won't ask how
you - No, you won't.

What do you want?

I'll give you the slam dunk.

Fatima walks.

- And what's in it for you?
- Take this from me

and you're free to start the Jody
Farr trial on Monday morning.

Do you think I'd
make a good clerk?

If this is a drugs thing, why
weren't the police interested

when I told them about the
black bag leaving with Ibrahim?

The last thing the Old Bill want

is a domestic like this
blowing open the whole story.

- Story?
- The Ali's import heroin.

They have all sorts of
connections in all sorts of places.

The police haven't finished
looking at those connections,

working out how big it all is.

End of trial.

If... you say yes to Jody.

Counsel to counsel.

You and me and nobody else.

The police had the Ali house

- under surveillance.
- What?

- Drugs.
- What? They didn't...

They didn't tell you or anyone
because they haven't finished yet.

How the hell do you know?

I can't tell you.

- So how do I know it's true?
- Would I lie to you?

And if you really don't believe me,
then go and ask the drugs squad.

Bloody hell.

So we can recall all
the police witnesses

and I can cross examine
them on their failure

to disclose any of this

and we can recall Ibrahim
and cross examine him

on being a major drug dealer.
Oh, and then the jury can see

what nasty pieces of work
Fatima's been living with.

Or I can stop
this trial right now

and throw the book at a
bunch of bastard coppers

who think they can get
away with whatever they want.

I'm a prosecutor through
and through, Martha,

but I will not tolerate
being lied to by anyone.

I quite like your
way of doing it.

They didn't tell me,
they didn't tell the CPS,

the defense has
been kept in the dark

about the real character
of prosecution witnesses,

which is about as unfair and
unjust as it's possible to get.

End of trial... ladies.

Now, listen to me.

This is very important.

There's going to be a great
deal of fuss over the next days

and weeks to come about how
the police have behaved here.

And it really matters.

But I don't want it to get in the
way of the most important thing.

You are an innocent woman.
You are not guilty of anything.

And that's everything. You've
got a new start in your life.

Take it.

Drink with me.

Please.

You okay?

It's six o'clock
in the Caribbean.

To the Caribbean.

- You have to laugh, don't you?
- Or what?

Or you go home and sit there
and cry your bloody heart out.

What is it?

Nothing.

Tomorrow is another day.

Tomorrow is Jody Farr.

Police officers are bent.

The evidence isn't strong
enough. People get off.

You're trapped.

- Aren't you?
- Everybody's guilty.

When and why do police
officers get neurotic?

When they've got
someone on the inside.

You're dead. You know that?

I watched you defend Brendan
Kay with everything you had.

What are you doing representing
a man who had him killed?

We all have a choice.

What's it taken...

to corrupt Martha Costello?