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All rise.

We're sorry to sit late,

but we are conscious of just how
much this appeal means to all of you

and we don't want to keep
you waiting any longer.

Having listened with great care

to the arguments over
the past three days,

it is our unanimous
decision that this appeal

be refused.

We'll be giving our reasons
in our judgment next week.

- Take him down.
- Oh, God. That's wrong!

No!

Please!

No!

She's finished.

- Ready, sir?
- You go on.

I'll see you over there.

Miss?

They fitted him up.

And three years later,
they're still fitting him up.

Not this one.

That's not what I'm
saying about Clive Reader.

Aargh!

'So, now I'm gonna
sing Police On My Back!'

Thank you.

Keep an eye.

..I've been hiding
Police on my back...

- Welcome to your party.
- My God.

..Well, he won't come back
I've been running Monday...

It's a very late
return and it's big,

so it's going to take
someone with guts and balls.

Four months in Manchester,

prosecuting all the men who
make horse-racing corrupt.

- Great.
- Pre-trial hearing on Tuesday.

Great.

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

I've been running
down the railway track

Could you help me?
Police on my back

They will catch me
if I dare drop back...

They lied, the police.
They lied and lied and lied.

Now, look. Forget the law, forget
evidence. Sometimes you just know.

Johnny Foster is innocent.

- I think you're a bit...
- What? What?

Emotional?

You're right, I am emotional.
And... and why is that?

- Because I'm a woman, do you think?
- No, I didn't say that.

An innocent man is serving a life
sentence for something he didn't do!

You know, standing up and
bowing matters when we leave court,

not because of the
tradition or anyone's status,

but because it shows
that we all move on.

Move on? There's just been a
miscarriage of justice. Move on?

I think you're a fearless advocate,
and fearlessness goes a long way,

but it's not the whole story.

Good night, Miss Costello.

Mr. Reader.

What the hell did that mean?

Oh, forget about
it. It's a party.

Well, I want dancing.

Where's the dancing?

Love Will Tear Us
Apart by Joy Division

I love her when she loses.

I love her when she dances.

She's so very, very bad at both.

You should just tell her, sir.

..But emotions won't grow

And we're changing our ways...

I love you.

..Taking different roads...

Say it again.

I love you, Martha Costello.

..Love Love will
tear us apart...

I love Joy Division.

I mean, with all
my heart, love them.

Me too.

Yeah, right. What?
Genesis, Kylie, Ian Curtis?

I meant what I said.

Did you?

More than The Clash?

Mm.

Mm.

Oh, Martha! Whoa, whoa!

Martha?

Martha?

Billy?

How long?

Your testosterone levels
will come down very quickly.

I meant...

well...

Hm. It works,

the cancer stops spreading,

and then it doesn't work.

Six months, three years...
every case is different.

How much less
of a man will I be?

Up a couple of bra sizes.

Throw away the electric razor.

No more Mr. Big
Boy in the morning.

Do you cry easily?

- No.
- You do now.

Small scratch.

I knew that, er... Clive
Reader was exceptional

when I... I saw him cross-examine
a very senior police officer...

- You OK?
- You go. Your moment.

Courtroom door,
completely unaware,

with his trousers
around his ankles,

who was being exposed
as a liar and a fraud.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mr. Clive "hold on to
your trousers" Reader QC.

Billy?

It's your son, sir. David.
He's been arrested.

- What? For what?
- Killing a police officer.

What?

How much do we know?

Er... 800 demonstrators
kettled into a narrow street,

way too small for that kind
of number. People want out.

The police squeeze them tighter.

- Go on.
- A team of six coppers go in.

Why?

- Don't know.
- And then?

They're saying that one demonstra...
They're saying he goes berserk, sir.

Pushes one of the coppers,
two hands, hard, in the chest.

- But David wouldn't...
- That's what they're saying.

PC Webster cracked his head
on the bottom of a lamp post.

Bleed inside the skull, pressure
on the brain, dies two hours later.

Clive, I'm... I'm sorry about
all this, at your silk party.

Come on.

- Get them there as quick as you can.
- Who do you want, sir?

Stand up, please.

This is personal, isn't it?

One of ours. One of yours.

Which makes it so important

that we all remain
completely professional.

You the mum?

A barrister in a police station.

Isn't that against your rules?

A teenage boy in a cell
for the first time in his life.

I mean, does he need me?
Or does he need a lawyer at all?

Because, I mean, you'll
look after him, won't you?

And then it won't cost anything.

Anyway, who cares about
barristers and criminals?

Unless of course
it's you or your son.

But then it never is, is it?

His mum's dead, by the way.

David, just tell me.

Because...

Just tell me now so I know.

- Did you...?
- Don't.

No.

OK. Sorry.

Well, what... what
do you want me to do?

Go away.

Will you speak to Martha?

Six of them.

Riot gear.

Coming for you?

Did you think they
were going to hurt you?

- Can you say it for me, David?
- Yes.

So...

self-defence.

Two hands up to defend yourself.

Do you want to
see your dad again?

He's here for you, David.

We all are.

Help!

Dad!

- There you go.
- Thank you.

Huh. Don't Look Now.

- What?
- Schindler's List.

Children in red.

So, what's he saying?

He was attacked by six
men. He defended himself.

The six men happened
to be police officers.

Why? Why would they do that?

CCTV? That'll tell us.

There isn't any,
not in the kettle.

They set it up where
there was no CCTV.

Little bit convenient,
don't you think?

You and the Old Bill
toe to toe at the Bailey.

You should sell tickets.

Your bail app, miss.

Who's prosecuting?

Oh, Hugo Milson.

What's he like - Milson?

Like a sherbet lemon
suppository. Acid, sharp, surprising.

There's a prosecution witness,
one of the demonstrators.

- Right. From?
- Peckham.

- What kind of Peckham?
- Peckham Peckham.

So, not naturally
pro-police, then?

Yeah. Thanks, Clive.

You'll get bullied.

What?

In Manchester, with
your funny accent.

You mean you'll miss me.

Will I get bail?

It won't be easy
in there, David.

The police witnesses are
all saying the same thing

about the death
of their colleague -

that you went berserk.

I was taking pictures of
them. They don't like that.

They came for the camera.

And it was obvious they'd
use physical force to get it.

What about the boy from Peckham?

- Darren Goodchild.
- He's in it too.

In it?

Your friends were on the
march too, weren't they?

So, they'll be, er...

they will be able to
be witnesses for us.

- David?
- Leave me alone.

Please get me bail.

It was obvious they'd use
physical force? You're coaching him.

Confirming instructions.

Confirming what you've
decided he should say.

- Coaching, and feeding his paranoia.
- Why are you being like this?

We win cases by seeing
what the other side sees,

not by putting blinkers on and
getting angry with the police.

Are you telling me
how to do my job, Clive?

Why did Johnny Foster
lose in the Court of Appeal?

Eight straight hours, stood
there in the freezing rain.

No lavatory, no food, no
choice. Can you imagine?

I suppose, to be fair, it was
the same for the demonstrators.

Very funny.

Here to hold your hand?

Are you objecting to bail?

18 years old. No form.

Poor David Cowdrey,

all alone in a big scary
place with big scary criminals.

Worth remembering
John Webster's daughter,

who's been telling her teacher
that she wants to go to heaven

to be with her daddy.

She's five years old.

I bet you don't even
know her name.

I'm objecting to bail.

Dogs, horses and the TSG

preventing people from exercising
their democratic right to protest.

Er, not sure if this is a...

a jury speech or a
plea in mitigation,

but unless we've all been
transported to South Africa,

it certainly doesn't sound
like a bail application.

Interesting, though,

that my learned friend says her
client was stressed and angry.

All the more likely,
one might think,

to act in the shockingly
violent manner

we say brought about the
death of this police officer.

That's all based on
supposition and speculation.

And, um... confession.

"I had to do it.

"I'm sorry."

"Did you mean to hurt him? Yes."

It still fits with self-defence.

If you're defending yourself,
sometimes you hurt your attacker.

"I had to do it." No
choice. Imperative.

It fits a lot
better with guilty.

Look, Milson got under your
skin, and you didn't perform.

You know why else you didn't
perform? David's not talking to you.

Why not? You're asking
none of the hard questions.

- You're being his mother, not his lawyer.
- He needs help, not bullying.

Asking none of
the hard questions

means you'll be sending him
naked into the witness box.

Milson will tear him apart.

She, um...

seemed a bit fragile -

blondie.

- Piss off, Milson.
- Or what?

You'll send your stone-age
clerk round to beat me up?

What happened to
the camera, David?

They took it.

- Who did?
- I'm not sure.

- Maybe an EG.
- Evidence gatherer.

Let's go, son.

Come on, let's go.

Go on, David.

- Come on.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's that on your arm?
What's happened to your ar...

Is that a cigarette burn?
It is... Leave him alone!

- Let's go!
- David, who did that to you?

- David?
- Let's go.

- Oh, whoa, whoa! Take it easy!
- Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

- Get me out of Manchester.
- That's not possible.

- I need to be here for David.
- He has Martha Costello.

- Billy would try and...
- Billy would lie.

The CPS would know he was
lying and they'd stop briefing us.

That's what Billy would do.

- That's what I'm not doing.
- David's going down.

There's too much love
and not enough lawyering.

- Get me the CPS.
- No, put the phone down, John.

- What did you do before this job?
- Eight years at Amnesty.

What next? A fighter
pilot? Neurosurgeon?

- What?
- I've always been here.

Shoe Lane is all of my life.

I took my first breath here...

..and I will take my last.

David Cowdrey is my godson,

and if Clive Reader wants to stay
here because his gut tells him...

But you wouldn't get that,
would you? This is family!

The Corleone family, maybe.

Oh, yeah, you're using this.

Yeah, this is you
making your move.

I was brought in as practice
manager to clean this place up,

and that's what I'm doing.

And I will not take
lectures in chambers politics

from a man who took £50,000
in backhanders from Mickey Joy,

- the most corrupt solicitor of all time.
- I did that for chambers.

- None of that money...
- Are you deaf?

You are this
close to extinction.

I'm the only reason that you're
allowed to carry on existing,

so get used to me, Billy.

Evolve. You'll be
swimming with the dodos.

It's up to you.

Do you want a career
prosecuting everything that matters,

or the odd bone tossed your
way by a clerk running Shoe Lane

on booze and bullshit?

- Billy's...
- Billy does defence.

It's all he knows.

He believes he's got
the angels on his side,

defending the dispossessed
and the disempowered.

And the bottom line? Very soon,
there'll be no defence work left.

- Shoe Lane has to redefine itself.
- Which means prosecuting.

I've got Nicola at the CPS all
set to make you her main man,

send your career into
prosecuting heaven.

But let her down here,
and she will move on.

Defining moment, Clive.

Old life...

or new?

Billy? When we saw David on
the monitor in the police station,

did he have a burn
mark on his arm?

- Think.
- No.

- We would have seen it.
- Yeah.

So, it must have happened
at the police station

before this
so-called confession.

- So, why hasn't he told you about it?
- Too much prosecuting, Clive.

You've forgotten what it's like
to be a frightened human being.

- How is he?
- Asking for you.

- Well, I can't get a visitor's order.
- Why?

Because David won't ask for one.

Probably it's too upsetting
for him to see you.

A list of David's friends
who were on the march.

Now, which one of them would do
best under pressure at the Bailey?

What about Ruby?

His girlfriend.

You didn't know?

See, that's the thing
about boarding schools.

I mean, it's not like Tom
Brown's School Days any more,

but you're still sending your child
to a place where nobody loves them,

and the biggest lesson they
learn is how to do without parents.

Prosecute me.

Every night in chambers
during the trial, be Hugo Milson.

No holds barred.

I can't really do that
from Manchester.

Line one, sir.

Hello?

Love to. Yeah, see you then.

Penny for your thoughts.

Mo Farah, London 2012.

Steve Cram's commentary.

Oh, yeah.

"Kelly Holmes, you are the
double Olympic champion."

What?

The other one that
always gets me.

Olga Korbut, David Wilkie.

I don't go that far back.

Nor did I.

Are you all right, Billy?

Yeah.

No.

What is it?

You have to win this for us.

There has to be a
very good reason.

- Yes.
- So, what is it?

I can't go because I have to
be here for Alan and his son.

I think David Cowdrey
will go to prison for life

if I'm not here to stop
it from happening.

I respect that.

Enough to brief you next time.

I'm all yours.
Manchester, I'm not going.

It's a big trial
you're returning.

Your first in silk.

Priorities.

Evidence gatherers
mixing in with marchers.

He had a right to be paranoid.

EG. And this is
before the kettle.

This is a boy who takes
on six police officers.

And how does he look to
you, Clive? Aggressive?

Violent?

He's a vulnerable child.

What the jury will want is to
hear from people who were

actually there when it
happened. That's what matters.

How many witnesses have you got?

They're slow in coming forward.

Well, why? Some of
them are his friends.

Surely they'd stand
up for him if they could.

What? You want me to stop now?

You think Milson
won't do this to you?

At the moment, the
only civilian witness

is Darren from Peckham,
and he's for the prosecution.

Let's try his girlfriend, then.

Tell me about David
on the march, Ruby.

He took photographs.

Anything the police
did, he'd grab a picture.

Were the police aware
of what he was doing?

Of course. They hate the
camera being turned around.

And then the kettle...

I didn't see what happened.

- None of it?
- We had an argument just before.

David wanted to talk to the
police about being allowed out.

I said that was giving
them what they wanted.

And was he taking
pictures in the kettle?

How was he in the kettle, Ruby?

According to you, the six police
come in like it's Apocalypse Now,

and Ruby sees nothing.

This is what you asked me to do!

- You all right?
- Of course.

Do you want a hug?

Yes, please.

Mm.

Snog?

Get off!

Hm. It's like the early days.

You two up half the night
with a bottle of Scotch.

Couple of street robberies that
I'd killed myself to clerk you into.

Remember?

Higher stakes tomorrow,
Billy. If only it was just a robbery.

What's that?

Copies of police notebooks.

Hm, that's interesting.

There's no record in here

of why the six coppers
went in. Nothing.

Not even from the
bronze commander.

So, why do you think...?

They spotted a boy in red taking
all the embarrassing photographs.

"Come on, boys, let's get him."

And that's why there's
no record in the notebook.

Night, miss.

Night, sir.

They spotted me in the kettle.

Taking pictures?

Who?

"The boy in red. The boy in
red needs to be taken out."

OK. Listen to me.

There were no evidence gatherers
in the kettle. If you make things up,

a prosecutor this good will
be on it, and it'll finish us.

They pretended to be us.

They?

Undercover officers.

- Where's Dad?
- In chambers.

- Do you want us to call him?
- No.

- David...
- No.

We were in the middle of the kettle
when the man in red came at us.

He went berserk, basically.

- "Came at us?"
- Running.

And then a two-handed big
shove into PC Webster's chest.

He fell backwards and cracked
the back of his head on a lamp post.

So, after six hours
of kettling 800 people,

you decided to,
er... press them?

Pressing the space makes
people stand closer to each other,

which keeps them safer.

I haven't seen copies of
any of the police notebooks.

So, could I just...

Thank you.

There's no record in
here of why you went in,

and who the
information came from,

- but then there wouldn't be.
- Well, exactly.

That record will be
with your bronze?

Not at the Bailey?

He doesn't want me there.

When I was 18, I was in love,

overwhelmingly,
furiously in love

with a man who was
30-something, married

and, like I was then, Catholic.

I got pregnant,
had a late abortion,

and there was a problem.

23rd of January 1979,
I gave up my God,

motherhood,

and the love of my life

in a day.

I wish I could do it again.

I wish I had the chance
you've still got with your son.

No, I don't think PC
Webster saw him.

I think he felt him coming towards
him and just had time to turn...

..before...

I know this is hard for you.

I heard the sound.

His head on the...

I knew it wasn't good.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

This might be the moment
to adjourn for the day.

No conferring with
fellow witnesses.

David...

- Two minutes.
- Will you leave us alone?

Nobody comes
in here until I say!

Lick the bowl.

What?

The toilet bowl in my cell
at the... the police station.

Lick the bowl or else...

Who said it?

Was it the person who burnt your arm?
Is that how they got your confession?

Or else what?

What was the threat, David?

How's fraud?

Well, I failed my maths O level
twice, and that was 30 years ago,

so I'm rusty.

There.

Someone at the cell door?

Who?

- Custody record?
- Er...

- Time?
- 23.30.

- 30 years ago?
- I got a D in the summer,

cos I cheated off the
genius boy next to me.

Ray Kelly, sensationally
handsome, very accommodating.

Went on to be a top urologist
and my fifth favourite boyfriend.

- You were 16?
- Mm-hm.

So, 30 years later,
that makes you 46 now.

Oh, look.

Police custody sergeant does
a cell check every 30 minutes

through the night, but
no record of one at 11.30,

which is when David is talking
to whoever it is at the cell door.

Interesting.

Leave me alone.

- What?
- Read his lips.

Bingo.

Who's bullying him?

Miss?

The two police witnesses.

My God.

- When was this taken?
- Two minutes ago.

- Now we're in this trial.
- Go get 'em, miss.

You stay with the police station.
I'll look at the boy from Peckham.

John. Oh, John!
15 copies, please.

One each for the jury, one for
the judge, one for Miss Costello

and one for the lemon sherbet.

Third day lucky for Jakey boy.

Good old-fashioned
clerking, that.

Would Mrs. Squeaky Knickers have
got us a game changer like this? No.

Do practice managers go anywhere
near the coalface? I don't think so.

Thank God for hot-desking.

Ah, now, I need you to go through
everyone in that police station.

Pin down where
they were at 11.30.

Get hold of the night duty
roster, front desk officer.

- Oh, you know what to do.
- The thing about throwing mud, Marth,

is you have to have your
own story to back it up,

otherwise it just looks
like you're throwing mud.

Do the work, Clive.

I hate you too.

What was the last thing His
Lordship said to you last night?

Not to talk to anyone
about the case.

Because a witness,
halfway through his evidence,

talking to another witness,
who's just finished his...

..Breaks all the rules.

At 7.55pm last night,

did you and PC Lewis
go to an address,

11 Raveley Street, Kentish Town?

I must warn you that
perverting the course of justice

is a very serious offence,

and you should be
extremely careful

about saying anything now
that might incriminate you.

I think we've said enough,
haven't we, PC Butcher?

Who lives at 11 Raveley Street?

Mary.

Mary?

Webster.

John's wife.

She's too upset
to come to court,

so we promised we'd visit her

at the end of every
day during the trial.

You'd better put your case
to the witness, Miss Costello.

I suggest that you identified
David Cowdrey earlier in the march.

He took your picture, and
others, which you didn't like,

because it showed you
being violent and nasty.

You marked him
out, the boy in red,

and when he was
kettled, you targeted him

and you went in to take him
out with mob-like aggression.

OK, so where's the camera?

You've either
destroyed it or hidden it.

That's a hell of a
conspiracy theory, isn't it?

PC Lewis told us that
pressing the kettle makes it safer

for the demonstrators.

Yeah, if they're packed
tightly, they're more calm.

They don't climb up on things.

They're like sardines.

Yeah, you could say that.

Lewis says David Cowdrey came
at Webster fast. He ran at him.

The word he used...

was "berserk".

Well, can sardines run, Officer?

Can tightly packed
fish go berserk?

Or was PC Lewis mistaken?

- No, he's not mistaken.
- Then he must be lying.

And you're agreeing with him,
so that makes it a conspiracy to lie.

Miss Costello? Two minutes.

I've eliminated everyone who
was at the police station that night

at 11.30. No-one had a go
at David through his cell door.

There has to be someone.

Well, there isn't, however
much you want there to be.

She needs to be completely
focused, so don't tell her.

Don't tell her what?

Billy?

Johnny Foster killed
himself last night.

Will Miss Costello of counsel

please come to
court one immediately.

Inspector Wright's next up.

Don't lose it in there, Martha.

I'm the bronze, so
I'm on the ground,

but I'm a step back from things,

so I have an... an overall picture
of everything that's going on.

David Cowdrey saw a
man mumbling into his collar.

Was that man talking to you?

I can't comment on that.

Is he making it up?

I can't comment.

David Cowdrey took pictures of
the man mumbling into his collar.

That's why he became a
target of your snatch team.

Snatch team? Pure fiction.

The product of too many
years at the criminal bar,

bashing the police.

Sorry, I think you're
getting confused, Officer.

I'm only working
on instructions.

It's, er... it's not me who
said you did this. It's my client.

This is professional,

not personal, Inspector Wright.

Are you staring at me?

I'm waiting for a question.

If you're the bronze,

then maybe you can tell me why
the team of six officers went in?

Yes.

And is that record
in your notebook?

Thank you.

Now, these notes are
signed and dated by you,

having been written up at the
earliest possible opportunity?

Late that same night.

So, will you just read the, er...
last three lines for me, please?

"I received information
from members of the public

"that there was a
disturbance inside the kettle.

"In order to preserve the
safety of those in the kettle,

"I sent in a team of
officers to deal with it."

Thank you. Now, this is
a copy of your notebook.

And I asked it to be sent to
me just before the trial started,

so they should be - this
copy and your notebook -

- should be identical.
- Yes.

Only they're not. There's
something not there.

Can you tell me what's
missing in the copy?

The last bit. The
last three lines.

The bit about the disturbance.

What are you saying?

That you've added these
lines, and... and I bet you did it

during the trial, once you
heard what the defence was.

You know, I'll tell you exactly
what I'm saying, Officer.

You're bent.

I didn't go home last night.

I went to see my new
squeeze from the CPS.

Their Peckham boy,
Darren Goodchild,

is the younger brother of the
better-known Jason Goodchild.

What does DWB mean?

Driving whilst black.

- Does it happen to you?
- No. I just know about it.

From your brother... Jason?

Does it happen to him, Darren?

15 times he's been
stopped in the past two years.

- Why?
- No reason.

They wreck his life
because he's black,

and he's got a good-looking car.

So, why are you here, Darren?
I mean, what are you doing?

I got asked to come
cos I was on the demo

and what happened to the officer.
They knew me cos of my name.

And what did they say to you?

I'd say the most important
thing to think about

is not that David
Cowdrey will go to prison

for a very long time
if he's found guilty...

..but what the rest of
your life will feel like

if you do the wrong thing now.

Now, I'm going to sit down,

because it's not about me.

It's about you.

They told me if... if I co-operate on
this, they'd leave my brother alone.

Have you been... lying...

..about how you came to
be a witness in this trial?

Yes.

You wouldn't be here if it
weren't for your brother...

..and the offer the
police made to you?

No.

But that's not the big question.

I don't understand.

You were on the demo,

you're here now,
you're under oath...

..and this is the question
that actually matters.

Is it true?

What you saw?

Did David Cowdrey
attack PC Webster?

Yes, he did.

The jury might believe
that these police officers lied

and cheated, and
that would be enough,

if it wasn't for
Darren Goodchild.

It's 50/50, David.

I really need more from you.

Who was it who told you
to lick your toilet bowl?

Wright?

Look, I know you spoke to whoever
it was. "Leave me alone," you said.

Now look at me.
David, look at me.

I've never pushed you

when I didn't think
you could take it,

but right now...

..I need you to help me.
Why won't you tell me?

Sorry.

Sorry.

Ruby?

"The boy in red. He
needs taking out."

- You heard this?
- Yes.

So, there was an
undercover copper.

- Did David take his picture?
- Yes.

And the camera?

When the uniform police
came for him, he took it.

So, they came for the camera.

Will you give
evidence about this?

No.

Why not? Look, Ruby, you have
to. If the jury hear this from you...

- I can't.
- Why not?

Because of David.

- What do you mean?
- He was losing it.

He went completely crazy.

I think that's why the
police came for him.

I've got to go.

Who's that? A client?

- Yes.
- Hm.

No. No.

Please. Please.

David? David, David.
I'm here. David?

What, you... you didn't see
that? You didn't hear him?

No. Who?

He tells me what to do.

- Go away! Go...
- He? Who's he?

And I have to do it.

And what will
happen if you don't?

Oh, I... I'm not allowed
to tell anyone and...

I must do what he says and
I'm not allowed to... to tell anyone.

- I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

- I'm sorry! You've got to believe me!
- Shh, shh, shh.

Help me. Help...

Mummy.

Shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh.

- Voices?
- One voice.

- Schizophrenia?
- I don't know what to do.

- It's over. New trial.
- Can you win?

- From where you are in the trial?
- What? You can't carry on.

Have you asked him if the
voice was speaking to him

during the demonstration?

Yes. It... it's touch and go.

I got lucky with the
notebooks. But, yes.

And if you pull out now and
there's a new trial with a new brief,

running diminished?

- Mental health disposal.
- Martha.

Have you been inside
a psychiatric unit?

Have you any idea what
that does to a young person?

Look at me, Clive.
What do you see?

I'm still not over
it 35 years later.

How would David
Cowdrey get on in hell?

Every other question,

every other consideration
is completely irrelevant.

Bugger being a lawyer and
taking instructions and rules.

Do the right thing for that boy.

What are you going to do?

- I'm going to make a speech.
- Why?

Because an 18-year-old boy
needs me to get him out of a system

which will only make him
much, much worse if he stays in it.

But it won't be the
truth, though, will it?

The jury won't be hearing
about schizophrenia, voices.

Well, right now I've got
one thing that I care about,

saving David Cowdrey,

and that... well, that
feels pretty honest to me,

and I don't care if you or anyone
else thinks it's not my job to try.

What about the truth
of how PC Webster died,

that the police only went in
because David went berserk?

Don't you have
responsibility towards that?

I can't be only a lawyer, Clive.

- But, Martha...
- Will you just leave me alone?

Two nights ago, a man I represented
walked out of his cell in prison

and jumped from his landing

onto the safety net that's
there to prevent suicides.

At that moment, he took
a razor blade to his wrists.

That man, Johnny Foster, died.

He was serving a life sentence
for something he didn't do,

and that made
his life intolerable.

Now, why was he in prison?

Because the police
had fitted him up? Yes.

But also because a jury
and then the Court of Appeal

had failed to see what
the police had done.

Juries have a duty to look
very hard into police evidence.

You are our protection
against police corruption.

Inspector Wright is guilty of
deliberately misleading you.

How?

By altering his notebook,
once the trial had begun,

to create a version of
why the police went in.

Darren Goodchild was induced
into giving evidence by the police.

The prosecution bring this
case. They have to prove it.

Now, the defendant doesn't
have to prove anything.

If you think the police
have lied and cheated,

then you must find
David Cowdrey not guilty

of the unlawful
killing of PC Webster.

How long have the jury been out?

Five minutes longer than
when you last asked me.

Who is it?

Dad.

- "Do what I say or..."
- It's your dad?

No, no.

Um...

"Lick the bowl. Burn yourself.

"Take a cigarette,
stab it into your flesh.

"Or... or I'll get him.

"I'll kill him. I'm going to...

"Your dad's going to die."

Will the defendant please stand?

Will the jury foreman
please stand?

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

Yes.

Do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty

of manslaughter?

You go. Your moment.

Thank you.

I'm done. The boys are finished.

He needs you.
Go and be a father.

I love it, you know, how much
passion and conviction you put

into everything you do,
when you've got a wig on.

- And this is Amy, the new pupil.
- Hi.

- I'm prosecuting you.
- Right.

You don't have to be in the
pub to see it on your phone.

- It works without a drink.
- We're doing all right, wouldn't you say?

Keeping the professional
and the personal separate.

I'll leave you here
with your family.

- It leaked.
- But how did it get out?

I don't care!

Your clients come first, but where
are they, Martha? Here with you now?