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- It's Billy.
- I'm going to say the word.

Probably you haven't but
possibly you have... cancer.

Jamie Slotover.

Thought you might
need a bit of help.

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

I've had a letter from
the Bar Standards Board.

This is the end of
your career, Reader.

Drugs?

Jody Farr's been
arrested and charged.

Just say your defendants
were part of a big crime family.

Where would Jody
Farr be in the hierarchy?

He would be the number two.

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

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

I will not represent Jody Farr.

I'll give you the slam dunk...

Fatima walks.

Take this from me, and you're
free to start on Monday morning.

- What is it?
- Tomorrow it's Jody Farr.

- So...
- Cigarette?

You're not allowed
to smoke in here.

Why don't you sit where
you're supposed to sit?

Police officers are bent,
evidence isn't strong enough,

people get off, but
everybody's guilty.

Your life is made up of
dishonest negotiations.

You and your clients trying
to work out how to skirt round

the guilt question so you
don't get embarrassed.

We're not going to do that.

It's humiliating.

- Be careful what you say.
- Better than that,

I'll be straight with you.

I'm innocent. On my word.

You haven't been
straight with me so far.

- What you mean?
- Him on the wrong side of the table,

the performance with the
cigarette, your pet prison officer.

- Recalibration.
- Sorry?

Of the way you think.

I've never liked it, barristers
taking control of the room,

like it's a God-given right.

That won't happen here.

We want this to be an equal
relationship of mutual respect.

- Respect?
- Yeah.

I'll do my job as a lawyer, but
you can't have anything else.

What does Martha
Costello, the lawyer, think?

We've got some
strong points to make.

Put your mortgage on
it. One way or the other?

- I think we've got a run.
- Put your life on it.

I'm not ready to say.

On the night you weren't
at Birchanger services

overseeing the transfer of
£4 million worth of heroin,

where were you?

I'm not ready to say.

Not you in the
Hummer, on the bridge,

- overlooking the motorway?
- Not me.

The ID evidence must
be mistaken or invented.

Must be.

- The cigarette from the scene?
- No.

Your DNA on the cigarette

- from the scene.
- No.

What's your relationship
with the co-defendant?

He's a courier.

- So you don't know him?
- Martin Conti has worked for me.

He works for other people too.

He has a wife and
two small children.

The drugs are not mine.

Someone else's consignment
and the police fit you up?

I gave you my word
I'd be straight with you.

- Please, don't doubt me.
- Why would they go to all

- that trouble?
- Do you know who I am?

Can I have a cigarette?

Were you straight
with Brendan Kay?

He let me down.

And you had him killed.

You and me, Martha Costello...

all the way.

Say what you like to me...

anything at all...

but don't you DARE
touch me again.

He looks me in the eye,
he tells me he's not guilty

and he wants me to believe him.

It's just another trial, Miss.

Wave to the opposition.

We need to get silk on the back of
this. Lady Macbeth joins Chambers.

Overnight, we become
something that I don't want to clerk.

You blow them out
of the water, Miss.

You win this trial
and we'll be all right.

Then I can get
back to... loving him.

And I win playing it the way
Micky and Jody want it played?

Where does that leave me?

What made you change your
mind about representing him?

- I can't tell you.
- Yours and Micky's secret?

She might not be comfortable
now, but when the trial starts,

she'll fight like
she always fights.

Which is?

Mother leopard with a broken
leg protecting her new-born cub.

I got this for my birthday and
I've no idea what to do with it.

Could you put some
songs on it for me?

- What sort of thing?
- Your Desert Island discs, maybe.

Okay.

Why would I give you Daniel?

You've been against
him from the start.

Oh, and you want for
professional reasons?

- You're jealous.
- So you do like him.

My God...

Clive Reader, jealous.

Are you all right?

Three months suspension for
assault on another member of the bar.

Disbarred for life if you
go down on non-disclosure.

Right.

- What's Milson like?
- Camp, posh, whiff of the church.

- So you need...?
- I was thinking

a no-nonsense northern
blonde might be good.

- Do you want ask me nicely?
- Would you?

Please, Martha?

You mean block a big chunk of
time out of my busy diary just for you?

The answer's yes.

Can I have Daniel, please?

- Who is this?
- Daniel Lomas, our pupil.

- How old is he?
- Twenty-nine.

What did you do before?

I was a police officer.

I spend my life making
snap judgments about people.

I trust him.

You'd have said
no, wouldn't you?

Once a copper, always a copper.

Do you know any of this
lot? The officers in this?

- No, I don't know any of them.
- So the fit up, it's not personal?

Every police
officer's born bent.

It's always personal. Excuse me.

- He doesn't remember me.
- Micky?

Yes, I met him once, at a
police station I was seconded to.

Like a missile with hot
mustard up his arse.

- Take your jacket and tie off.
- What?

You're a courier who
thought he was driving

a consignment of
cigarettes, remember?

You're looking too expensive.

There's all the difference
in the world between smart

and drug dealer smart. Good.

Now, the jury will
have no interest at all

in the boring man
in the white shirt,

so much less important
than Giorgio Armani here.

His previous conviction
is for intent to supply.

It wasn't an importation.

But it was the same drug and
he was running the business.

Many of the same
features as this case.

We all know that if a jury
hear about previous conviction,

it doesn't just influence
how they think,

but they stop
thinking altogether.

"He's done it before, so
he must be guilty now."

I mean, if we put in his form
then it's all over. How fair is that?

In reaching my decision,

I've taken into account all of Miss
Costello's eloquent arguments...

Er...

Miss Costello, is there something
you'd like to share with us?

I was just telling my pupil
about the judicial sandwich.

I'm sorry?

Thank the loser for eloquence,
dish out the bad news,

thank the loser
for her eloquence.

I find that the Crown satisfies
the requirement under the act.

The jury will hear evidence of
Mr. Farr's previous conviction.

Don't worry, Ms. Costello,

I'll make sure the jury get
the proper guidance from me.

Bastard!

- You're angry.
- Of course I am.

Weren't you listening in there?

Yeah, I'm just surprised
how worked up you are.

I lost a legal argument
I should have won.

You just can't help
yourself, can you?

- What?
- You're pathologically incapable

of not doing your
best for your client.

Plea in mitigation for Adolf Hitler,
Martha Costello would give it 100%.

Cut me open and I'm all lawyer,
is that what you are trying to say?

Anyway, whatever
it is, the upshot is

you're fighting hard
for a man you despise.

Hello?

Martha Costello,
Counsel for Jody Farr.

One moment, please.

With her fool.

We have a rule on my paper.

We're super clear, in the very
first line, exactly what the story is.

I'm offering you the
inside on the Jody Farr trial.

That's no good to me because
I can't report it until it's over.

I can broker you access to
Jody, which will give you a scoop.

Jody's a mold breaker,
which will give you a book.

And if you've got a book,
you've got life not in the gutter.

Don't tell me all you lot don't
dream about being proper writers.

What do you want from me?

Oxford.

When you gave Clive
Reader the photographs.

He remembers it as being
after the trial was over.

Probably around about the same
time you gave them to the other side.

If what you give
me is good enough,

then maybe I'll remember when I
gave your blue-eyed boy the photograph.

- That's not a deal.
- That's what I'm offering.

If you make me happy,
then you have my word.

I'll honor my commitment
to perjure myself.

I've always admired your
style of advocacy, Ms. Warwick.

And what's that?

If John McEnroe and Joan
Crawford had a love child.

Sometimes I forget you're there.

Then I'm doing my job properly.

But you see
everything, don't you?

Everything, Ms. Warwick.

- It makes it difficult now.
- It makes it interesting.

Why would I be anywhere
near a motorway service station

at two in the morning?
Do I look like a foot soldier?

Interesting how?

I'm the biggest drug
dealer you will ever meet...

and that's what
we'll tell the jury.

Those your instructions?

You want me to run that?

All the way.

Three foreign
holidays in a year,

a boxing trip to Las Vegas for him
and 12 associates, a new house.

Any evidence of work

- or a legitimate income?
- No.

Is it right that on the
12th of January, 2004,

Mr. Farr was convicted of
possession with intent to supply heroin

and sentenced to five
years imprisonment?

That is correct.

So a man with a previous
conviction of supplying class A drugs?

Yes.

- With huge outgoings...
- Yeah.

- ..and no legitimate income.

- Leaving the big question.
- Which is?

Where's he getting the money?

What about the yacht?

Sarcasm isn't appreciated
in my court, Ms. Costello.

It's 60 foot, front to
back, worth £2 million,

and was bought from a Greek
charter company just over a year ago.

The Armani suits, the
Damien Hirst in the front room.

Oh, it isn't in your notes,
officer, but Mr. Farr is available

if you require further
information on his assets.

High tightrope in a high wig,
Marth. Your idea or Jody's?

"Why would you come clean
about everything if he's guilty?"

That's what the jury
are going to think.

Ten minutes into
your career at the Bar

and you're mind reading
a jury at the Bailey?

Feeling under pressure, Clive?

Why don't you take it out
on someone your own call.

He wasn't going to give
evidence before his form went in,

was he? Which is something I'll
be helping the jury understand.

Yeah. Maybe we should
stop talking about the case.

Jody has to come
clean now, doesn't he?

The jury need to hear it
from the horse's mouth.

My job is making a fortune
out of destroying people's lives,

- only this time...
- Clive, it's me.

Don't try and push me around!

Sounds like someone
else's already doing that.

I don't get pushed around.

I sat and watched you defend
Brendan Kay with everything you had.

It was the bravest performance
I've ever seen in the courtroom.

What the hell are
you doing representing

the man who had him killed?

Cab rank rule.

We take what we're
given and we do our job.

You prosecute, I
defend, the jury decide.

That man, like every other
man who stands trial here,

innocent until proven guilty.

Yeah, you've got to
say that, haven't you?

Anything else and you really
can't look yourself in the mirror.

Bethany? Coffee would be great.

First time I fell in
love it was forever...

till it wasn't.

I never thought I'd get over it.

Now, I know I was way too young
and it never would've survived.

- How about you, Billy?
- What's that?

First love?

Martha off of Little
House On The Prairie.

Then Olivia Newton-John...

and Chris Evert.

Three first loves?

When you come into the world, you
come out of your mother's downstairs

like a rocket fired straight into a
brick wall about three feet away.

What are you saying?

Make the most of the three feet.

Bethany?

Would you go out with
me, to a restaurant?

Yes, I'd love to.

We saw the carrier vehicle, a green
Mercedes lorry, come off the boat.

Then once we picked it
up again, leaving the docks,

we had it under
surveillance the whole time.

What about a recipient vehicle?

The green lorry came off the
M11, into Birchanger services,

then, for an hour and a
half, no movement, nothing.

We didn't know what the
recipient vehicle would be,

we had to make a judgment
about that on the ground, on the day.

- How?
- By looking at vehicles

and how their
occupants were behaving.

- Did you identify any candidates?
- Not in the car park.

Anywhere else?

The Hummer on the bridge.

Why isn't it Customs?

Why wouldn't drugs
importation be Customs?

Because if you're the police
and you're fitting someone up,

you don't want another
agency anywhere near him.

Because you don't want anyone
to know how badly you're behaving.

More than that...

there's no reference to Customs
even being told about the operation.

When and why the
police officers get neurotic?

When they got
someone on the inside.

There are 75
photographs taken covertly,

of the carrier vehicle,
at the service station.

Yes.

How many of the Hummer?

None of the Hummer.

Why did you take 75
photographs of the carrier vehicle?

- Best evidence.
- The camera doesn't lie.

What are you
implying, Ms. Costello?

I'm not implying anything.
I'm being as explicit as I can.

Detective Sergeant
Berwick here is lying.

There are no photos of the
Hummer because it wasn't there.

- This is a speech!
- It's a full answer

to Your Lordship's
very intelligent question.

Jody Farr wasn't there.

- You fitted him up.
- That's ridiculous.

This was a carefully
organized operation to intercept

- a large-scale importation...
- Why wasn't Jody Farr intercepted?

I mean, why wasn't he
arrested at the scene?

We had to go in early because we
thought the courier had clocked us.

The Hummer drove off while
we were seizing the drugs

and arresting the courier.

Just to be clear,

you say the Hummer was on the
bridge that spans the motorway,

- overlooking the services?
- That's right.

And you made no
provision for road blocking it

in your carefully
planned operation.

No squad car set to prevent
a getaway from the bridge?

We had no idea he would
be there, a man of his stature.

Did Mr. Conti tell you in the
interview what he believed

he was carrying in the back
of the lorry he was driving?

Yes, he said he
thought it was cigarettes.

And did you spend the next
55 minutes of the interview

asking him questions
about this defense?

- Yes.
- What did he say?

"No comment," 107 times.

If we look at page five
of the interview transcript,

was Mr. Conti asked about a
phone call made at 10:44pm?

"You made a phone call
to the number we know

to be the home
number of Jody Farr."

Let me guess,
what was his answer

- when you put that to him?
- "No comment."

When, in terms of the
operation as a whole,

would this phone
call have been made?

After disembarkation at
the dock. From a phone box.

Is that in the observation log?

No, there was a short
gap in the surveillance

between disembarkation and
the green lorry leaving the docks.

A phone call was made. It was from
the public phone box of the docks,

it was to the home of Jody Farr.

- You can't say who made it.
- It's pretty obvious who it was.

Well, perhaps you can help us
all. Where are the fingerprints?

On the phone, in the phone box?

DCI Enright?

It's in the log. Did you
miss the entry on page 67?

Your client was wearing
gloves for driving.

Off to play golf, was he?

If this was a fit up, why wouldn't
we make it 100% locked and logged,

that it was your
man making the call?

Rule of bent police work:
Don't make evidence too clean.

It's not my man you
lot care about, is it?

Outside.

It's Conti.

- What?
- It has to be.

An organization that takes
that much care for mobile phones

has a courier ring a landline
in the middle of an importation?

They need the connection,
Jody to the drugs,

just enough to put
him on the indictment

so his previous goes
in, his finances go in

and suddenly the rolling
stone is gathering lots of moss.

So we talk to Jody?

About Conti?

Martha?

You know what happens to
people who betray Jody Farr.

Shall I take that, Ms. Warwick?

Anything, within the rules,
obviously, that I can help you with.

I think I'll be fine.

- Jamie...
- Don't... do that.

No.

Absolutely.

Not my business, unless
the administration of justice

- is affected.
- Sorry?

As long as you're
performing to a silk standard,

I'm prepared to keep
it under my wing.

Don't tell me. You're pleading.

It's weird, isn't it?

The biggest row
we've both ever been in

and we're not
allowed to talk about it.

Yeah, well, we
should get used to that.

What would you be
saying, if we could talk?

I'd ask you why CW is letting
her junior do all the work?

No, you wouldn't. That's not
why you're here on your own,

two thirds of the way
through a bottle of wine.

What about me? What do
you think I'd be asking you,

if we were allowed to talk?

We can do this, Marth.

We can talk about it now

and then forget what we
said at the door of the court.

Bugger the rules.

The question would have
been, what's it taken...

to corrupt Martha Costello?

See you in court.

It's about political DNA. It's
about whose side you're on.

Look, I'm prosecuting
now. Is that wrong?

You'd forgive Jody Farr his sins

because he's from a broken
home but that's everybody.

That's every criminal
that's ever been.

- Does he come from a broken home?
- Oh, Jesus.

It was a joke!

We're lawyers, we can't
represent Joan of Arc every time.

- Temporary insanity.
- What?!

Voices in her head and no
appropriate adult in interview,

which is a serious breach
of PACE. I'd have got her off.

Where do we go from here?

My place?

If we cut the courier's throat,

it means his throat
will actually get cut?

You have to do your
best for your client.

That's where your
responsibility begins and ends.

The consequences of what we
do in court's none of our business.

- Court's open tomorrow.
- Come on, talk to me.

- Miss.
- Billy.

I'll... go and check on
tomorrow's witnesses.

Glad to see you found
someone to hold your hand.

- He's just...
- Your pupil.

I know this guy.

- Lodder?
- Used to be a custody sergeant.

He made a list of all
the solicitors in London,

rating them out of
100, like a league table,

with the trickiest at the top
and the softest at the bottom.

Bosses didn't like it. He's
a motorcycle cop now.

- What's the harm in that?
- Well, it got out.

Solicitors got to hear of it.

Micky Joy took it up
with Lodder personally.

I think he was angry about
only being second in the table.

Micky and Lodder.

He said he didn't
know any of them.

I asked him.

He told me.

Why, what's the matter?

It's not Conti.

- I'm not sure about this.
- Aren't you?

The contents of this

bring the total money you've
accepted from me to £43,000.

So... the night of June 9th...

- Where was I, who was I with?
- Good boy.

Our alibi.

It's locked.

- Yeah.
- Once a Catholic?

You still in touch
with him, up there?

The words go up.

- What about you?
- I don't believe in God.

I don't even like him.

Jealous, self-obsessed... cruel.

- What do you believe in?
- Human decency.

Billy will go in the
witness box and lie for us...

and you will facilitate
that, won't you?

No, Micky. It's over.

I'm out of this.

You can't.

Calling a witness I
know is going to lie

is not part of our deal.

And I won't do it.

Forty-three thousand
pounds in total.

What?

The brown envelope
you just saw on his desk.

The last of 17 envelopes

accepted by your
senior clerk from me.

If his career was to end, it
would kill him, wouldn't it?

And I know how
much you love him.

Knowing you is the
closest I've ever come

to believing in good and evil.

And which side are you on?

Free will, Martha.

We all have a choice.

You've been worrying
about my co-defendant.

He's not a grass.

No.

- How do you know?
- I asked him. We had a talk.

The gap in surveillance
when the phone call

- was made.
- Pretend gap.

With a real phone call in it.

- Made by?
- Police officer.

Alan Cowdrey wants
to put Conti in the box.

- No choice really.
- Which is what the prosecution want.

The courier in the box
denying he made the call,

but looking guilty as hell
under cross examination.

Connecting you to the drugs

and undermining
you by being rubbish.

Conti knew it wasn't cigarettes.
He knew it was heroin.

End of story. Except
for one thing, obviously.

That the drugs are not yours.

- Where were you that night?
- You know who the alibi is.

You weren't with
Billy, were you?

- I need him.
- Where were you?

I'm the number two
in the Farr family.

What's that got to do with it?

I was with a woman.
She's married.

- Right.
- To my brother...

the number one.

And saying that in
court? I don't think so.

So, Conti.

Clive Reader is good. He'll
do him over in the witness box.

- It's a problem for us.
- Not any more it isn't.

My Lord, can the indictment be
put to my client again, please?

Do you plead
guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

You'll be remanded in
custody till the end of the trial,

when you'll be brought back
for sentencing. Take him down.

- Ten minutes to re-group.
- All rise.

See you in there.

Did you tell him where
Jody was on the night?

Daniel? Of course.

He's my junior. I can't
keep things from him.

No.

Why don't you sit
this morning out?

I have to get in to Shoe
Lane. You owe me that.

You wouldn't be here
if it weren't for me.

Go home, Caroline.

I went up onto the
bridge on my motorbike.

I knew I only had
one go at the Hummer.

- One go?
- One ride past.

I was approaching the
bridge from the west,

so I was face on to the Hummer.

I went as slowly as I dared,

and made a mental note
of the registration number.

And were you able to see
anyone inside the vehicle?

The windows are smoked
glass so you can't see inside.

But as I rode past, the
nearside window opened.

- And what did you see?
- Mr. Farr.

He was flicking a
cigarette end out.

How would you describe
the opportunity you had

- to look at Mr. Farr?
- I got a good look at him.

And after the Hummer
drove away, what did you do?

- I went back onto the bridge.
- Why?

For the cigarette.

Exhibit PL-14, My Lord.

How could you be sure
this was the cigarette

you'd seen the defendant
flick out of the window?

I couldn't, which is why we
had DNA tests done on it,

which established
that it was his.

Thank you, Sergeant Lodder.

The window opened
as you rode past.

- Yes.
- Right on cue.

- What a stroke of luck.
- Well, you earn your luck in life.

It must have been the
briefest of looks you had, what?

A second? Maybe two?

I know the face. Can I say that?

Looks like you've said
it. Which is fine by me

because it was Jody Farr's face
you were seeing every step of the way.

His was the face
that fitted, wasn't it?

How many Hummers are
there on the roads in Britain?

- What are the chances that...
- You know what car he has

and you know it's a Hummer,

and you know what
the registration is,

so stop answering
the wrong question.

This jury aren't stupid.

They won't think that if you get it
right about Jody Farr's shoe size

then he must have been there.

Can you confirm

that you actually got the
registration slightly wrong?

- Yes, I did.
- To make it look true.

It's the little mistakes in detail
that make the fit up believable.

What the hell was that?
Popping up for another shot

in the middle of
my re-examination?

It's what I'll say in
my speech anyway.

Well, keep it where it belongs.

Did I step into your look-at-me,
give-me-silk limelight, Clive?

You can't win because you can't
explain the DNA on the cigarette

and juries love DNA
evidence. Hmm?

Watching a no comment interview?

They clear the ashtrays
between interviews.

I've been calling you.

I know.

You're trapped... aren't you?

And you?

We all want to be better
people than we are.

I'm so sorry.

Me too.

Fat lady?

She hasn't sung yet.

One question. Who else knows
about you and your brother's wife?

Nobody. Why?

You all right? You
look a bit tense.

- Have you got a ciggy?
- Yeah.

It's how I got started.

Carrying a pack around
with me for clients.

Clerkenwell Mags, Marlborough
Street. Those were the days.

Both hotels now.

I just sort of joined
in, the smoking.

There's a thin line between
all of us, I sometimes think.

- Sergeant Lodder.
- Ms. Costello.

Tosser.

Just before I got banged
up in 2004, I saw this thing.

A 12-year-old girl
working as a prostitute.

Not some pedophile
ring, just a girl on the street

like all the other street
prostitutes. Only 12 years old.

- She was a chickenhead.
- What's that?

It's a girl who
works just for crack.

She doesn't see any of the
money. The pimp takes all that,

and pays her with crack.

She was with this other
girl, a bit older than her,

maybe 16, and the
pimp threw them a rock,

like they were dogs.

And they fought for it like they
were going to kill each other.

I think they would have
done if I hadn't stepped in.

- And what did you do?
- Stopped it.

And how did that make you feel?

- I stopped it for business reasons.
- I'm sorry?

I was the pimp.

I didn't want my
products damaged.

That's when I knew
I had to get out.

Then I got nicked.

- Are you a drugs dealer now?
- Yes.

What kind of drugs dealer?

All the drugs I sell
are high quality.

I'm not ripping anyone
off with low-grade.

Nobody dies producing the
drugs I sell, or importing them.

I'm very insulted by the
idea that I would bring in

a consignment of heroin
like the one in this trial.

- Why?
- It's bad heroin.

How do you bring your drugs in?

Through embassies.

Do you ship drugs into this
country through Felixstowe?

No.

Have you ever been to
Birchanger services on the M11?

Never.

Which embassies, Jody Farr?

I can't tell you that,
Clive St. John Reader.

So you're selective
in your openness.

- Sorry?
- Straight with the jury

when it suits you, and
then you scurry back down

your hole and hide
when it doesn't.

Can I suggest you ask me
questions, rather than issuing threats?

Well, here's a question.

And when you answer it,
instead of eyeballing me,

why don't you look at the jury?

Where were you on the
night of June 9th, last year?

Are you all right?

- Everyone gets nervous.
- Sure.

- Shall we?
- I'll be there in a second.

I was with Jody Farr, from
about three in the afternoon

till after two the next morning.

- Where?
- My house.

- What were you doing?
- Eleven hours of snooker.

Who won?

It was twelve frames
each at midnight.

We had a laugh about
that. All the twelves.

And then?

I let him have the last frame.

Because you're prepared to
do whatever it takes, aren't you?

- Excuse me?
- Jody has to win so he's happy,

his solicitor's happy
and you've done your job.

It was a snooker match.

How do you feel about
consorting with criminals?

It's a sacrifice I make to bring in
work so you can consort with them.

We don't consort with
them, we represent them,

or we prosecute them.

There's a difference.

I wonder.

When did you agree to
be Jody Farr's alibi witness?

Yesterday.

Do you mind if I say something?

I'm a Senior Clerk. Ducking
and diving is what I do.

It goes with the job.

Any clerk who doesn't duck
and dive is worse than useless.

But this here...

the number one criminal
court in the country,

this is what it's all about.

I can't tell you how proud I am
to see you two appearing here.

I would never
stand here, on oath,

and lie to one of my own.
I think you know that, sir.

Telling the truth on oath? That's
what your evidence is based on?

Absolutely.

Then perhaps you can
explain how Mr. Farr could be

in two places at once.

I don't understand?

In bed with his
brother's wife...

and playing snooker with you.

Sex with a married woman
in the first part of the evening,

Birchanger Services later on.

Who were you with late
last night in Chambers?

Micky Joy, Jody
Farr's solicitor.

Doing what?

He was taking a
statement from me.

Anything else?

You gave him a statement.

Did he give you anything?

- Billy?
- We don't do first name terms

in my court, Ms. Costello.

Billy?

He gave me a brown envelope.

And was it the first
brown envelope?

No.

And what was in
the brown envelopes?

I can wait as long as it takes
for you to answer my question

because this
really, really matters.

He was paying me for favors.

So, let's be very
clear here. Who was?

- Micky Joy.
- Again?

Micky Joy.

Why are you saying this now?

Because it's right. Because
I want my integrity back.

Because I can't tell you how
good it feels at this moment,

in this place, to
tell you the truth.

- Billy...
- You're dead. You know that?

Stay here. I'll do
this on my own.

- Your pupil.
- Once a copper...

I didn't tell him.

- But you said...
- Yeah. That's what I said.

You and me, Micky.

We're the only ones who knew.

Hey, Jody? It's me.

I wouldn't lie to
you, you know that.

How long have you known

- Sergeant Lodder?
- What?

I never met him until...

Yes, have a cigarette. Jody,
do you want a cigarette?

Do you want to put
some tar in your lungs

and some of your DNA on the
butt? Give him a cigarette, Micky.

- Your hand's shaking.
- Leave it now.

Don't humiliate him.

- Hey, Jody...
- Shh, shh, shh.

No.

His own solicitor, an
informant for the police.

It's impossible for him now or
in the future to have a fair trial.

Mr. Reader?

The Crown has no option but to
offer no further evidence, Your Honor.

Police protection for Mr. Joy.

And a criminal trial for
perverting the course of justice?

You might be persuaded
to prosecute that one.

I'd need a good junior.

- Jody, Jamie Slotover.
- Hello.

They had me. The Old Bill.

- Same as I had you.
- The lengths you went to.

The bigger noise I made
about working for Jody,

the more he trusted me.

So when the time came to send
him down, he wouldn't think it was me.

You went after her,
you weren't acting that.

She was my only hope.

I had to hit Jody.

I had to sink him
during the trial.

That's what the
police wanted from me.

But then rely on
Martha to save your boy.

Yeah.

But she was even
better than that.

Yeah, she was.

The implant always works,
and it always stops working.

How long?

When it stops working,

because of where the
hot spots in your body are,

it will be over quickly.

How long?

Well, I've known patients
go for seven years.

And I've known it be 12 months.

There's one more
thing you should know.

The implant takes away your
capacity to produce testosterone.

So?

Well, you'll become
less... manly.

You don't know me.

- What do you want?
- I look after Clive Reader.

- Look after?
- I'm his clerk and you're about to do

- exactly what I tell you.
- I've got a better idea.

Why don't you take your machismo

back to your grubby
little chambers and tell him

I can't wait to end his career.

Put it away.

Terry? There's an oik outside...

What the hell?

I'm a clerk, and I'm a man.

My name is Billy Lamb.

When he gets down
here, you tell your clerk

that you're dropping it against
my boy, or I will end your life.

Do you understand me?

Caroline Warwick, yes or
no? Reminder of the rules:

Two thirds of chambers
need to vote in favor

for a new member to
get in. Those in favor?

Those against?

Nineteen for, ten against.

Clive, are you abstaining?

At the moment,
she's one vote short.

Excuse me. Mr. Reader, sir?

Er, just one...

You went for me in court
because your ambition told you

that winning was more
important than Uncle Billy.

You were lying in the witness
box. A bent solicitor paid you to do it.

- But I forgive you.
- You forgive me?

Because I love
you unconditionally.

You see this is what
happens every time, isn't it?

You behave as badly as you
want and then you cover it up

with big declarations
of sentimental bollocks.

Words, words, words. It's
what you do that matters.

You're a free man,
and from this moment on

your senior clerk will support
you in whatever you do.

What do you mean "free man"?

The Bar Standards
Board. I've made it go away.

What? How?

Used some words.
But mostly it's what I did.

- What are you saying?
- You made one mistake with Milson.

You didn't hit him hard enough.

I've saved your career, sir.

Er, Caroline Warwick...

..is nothing we can't manage.

Ms. Warwick? Yeah.

Welcome aboard.

I've kept it all. His
money, it's all there.

Once I'd taken it the first
time I knew I was trapped.

I also knew somewhere,
somehow there'd be a way out.

It's not over.
Perjury, taking bribes.

They'll come for you, Billy.

But we're okay
aren't we, Martha?

You know, that's the first time

you've called me
Martha in 17 years.

I must be going soft.

Are you all right?

Will you do something for me?

- What?
- Hold my hand.