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I love you, Martha Costello.

You are this
close to extinction.

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

so get used to me, Billy.

- 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.

Do you want a career prosecuting
or the odd bone tossed your way

by a clerk running Shoe
Lane on booze and bullshit?

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

I can't be only a lawyer, Clive.

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

Look at that, Jake.

Heritage to die for.

Absorb and aspire.

Elizabeth I was here, Jake,

the third-greatest
virgin of all time.

- Who are the...?
- The Madonna and Madonna.

Maybe she stood
right here, Jake.

Hm?

And her thoughts?

"Who comes after
me? I'm childless.

"To whom do I bequeath
my throne and isle?"

There comes a time, Jake,

when a man in my position
has to turn his thoughts to legacy.

Our two greatest inventions are
today incorporated in one woman.

Law and football.

You all set, miss? Oi!

- Wahey!
- Fancy a mortgage fraud, sir? Good.

Because I've got you one.

Legacy.

Le-ga-cy.

- Legacy.
- How do you spell it, Jake?

I-T... boom!

- Jesus Christ.
- Oh, my God.

What's up, Beth?
Oh, time of the month?

- Out of her nose, Billy?
- Well, it's hard being a woman, John.

Right, no team colours today,
boys. Today we are neutral.

- But we're West Ham.
- And we will be again.

But for now... we're Swiss.

- Swiss?
- Neutral.

We have a visitor this
morning. You all right, Beth?

I tell you what, why
don't you take the day off?

No, what is it? It's a week,
isn't it, basically, give or take?

No, I'm fine. Really.

Oh, I love women!

- Hello, miss.
- Billy, a word?

Yes, miss.

- I was thinking of giving up.
- So was I.

Got down to two lighters a day.

But what's a life without vices?

Mm.

Talking of which, I'm off
to Bury St Edmunds, Billy,

to avenge the newly
molested of Suffolk.

Then the molesters will soon
regret their molesting, miss.

There's the thing.

- Miss?
- I'm back on sex, Billy.

And you so loved fraud.

- It's a return, isn't it?
- Yes, miss.

And whoever it's returned from is
doing something bigger and better?

Yes, miss.

I've been in silk six years.
Sloppy seconds are a bit...

I'm so glad we took you
on at Shoe Lane, miss.

It was touch and go for a while.

There was a small concern about
one of your vices getting out of hand.

I was able to reassure
them. "She'll be fine," I said.

"I'll make sure of it."

Beautiful cathedral in Bury,

should you feel like a little
purifying of the soul, miss.

Worth a visit.

- Big day, miss.
- It's only a con, Billy.

Legal and football history.
My three raison d'etres.

Jordan Sinclair elbowed Dean
Trent in the face, breaking his jaw.

- Jordan Sinclair here?
- This very morning.

Sickening. There's no place
for violence on a football pitch.

Thank you, Jake.
Need any help, Marth?

Only my grandfather
played in goal for Port Vale.

So, it's in the blood.

- Mm. And, er... who do you support, Clive?
- Chelsea.

So, er... not really
in the blood, then.

Alan?

Martha.

Not in court?

No, legal conference.

Most people would look forward
to a couple of days at Hogwarts.

But...

Most people don't have
a son with schizophrenia.

I'm sorry.

I've had lots of hugs from clients
who've got off over the years,

but none like the
hug your son gave me.

David wants help.

Give it to him.

The trial's listed for a week.

Five days of famous footballers
rubbing shoulders with Shoe Lane

all over the front pages.

Me against Martha.

Oh, um... Nicola wanted
me to tell you, again,

just how talented
she thinks you are.

- I didn't, by the way.
- Mm-hm.

Ah!

There you go, sir - one
big, fat mortgage fraud.

It clashes.

- With?
- Prosecuting Jordan Sinclair.

- Oh. Yeah.
- You didn't know?

Yeah, yeah. Must have just...

- Slipped your mind?
- Yeah.

I'm withdrawing
my offer of help.

Ah, no, I didn't mean it about
Chelsea. They're a lovely football club.

- Who's your second favourite team?
- I'm prosecuting you.

Right.

- Sinclair?
- Yep.

Right.

It's Manchester City,
isn't it? Your second team?

I was going to ask you -
want to go for a drink later?

We probably shouldn't if
we're against each other.

There's that bar in Exmouth
Market that's got table football.

Imagine if the
press got hold of it.

Miss? Your client's here.

She's gorgeous.

- Oh, and this is Amy, the new pupil.
- Hi.

- Hello.
- She's roaming.

- Not attached to anyone in particular.
- So, up to you.

We're against each
other in the same trial.

Who do you want to be with?

I think that's an unfair question, don't
you? How is she supposed to decide?

Would you like to
meet Jordan Sinclair?

Harriet! A word.

Billy?

There are things you
need to understand.

Whenever you talk to someone,
you talk to me afterwards,

because if I'm not in the loop,
then we're dead in the water.

That's a lot of metaphors.

When you get silk, your
caseload goes just like that,

and all your old junior work goes to
feed the huddled masses who missed out.

I'm getting famine,
death and violins, Billy.

I'm killing myself to
keep Clive Reader busy.

- In the pub.
- Where I got him

- a nice, big mortgage fraud.
- So?

When I come back and find that
Clive Reader is already doing a case,

all my work is wasted, and all
because you didn't tell anyone!

It's the 21st century.
Computers do the talking.

The case is in the
system, logged and booked.

You can see it on your
phone, even in the pub.

- You undermined me.
- You went to the pub.

Because if you're a serious
clerk, that's what you do.

Do you think I like doing
what I do to my liver?

I do it for chambers.

So, all the clerks
together, drinking selflessly,

scribbling in diaries like
you're all in Bleak House.

I made two phone calls
to Nicola at the CPS,

got the brief, logged
it on the system,

and if we don't all start operating
like that, then we're all dead.

Oh...

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

because, unlike you,
it works without a drink.

You're unique, Jordan,

the first footballer in this jurisdiction
to face criminal proceedings

for something physical
that happened on the pitch.

You elbowed Dean Trent in the face,
and they throw the kitchen sink at you.

- Why me?
- Wrong question.

We won't be going anywhere
near the fairness issue.

Why's that?

Because English juries have waited
a very long time to try a footballer...

..for the kind of bad behaviour

that everyone else
goes to prison for.

They look at you
and your money...

..and your attitude,

and they say,
"About bloody time!"

So, self-defence.

Yeah, I knew he was coming.

Big lump like that. And I
knew he was going to do me.

And that's when your elbow...

Yeah. Self-protection.

"I've done your mum
and I'm going to do you."

Trent was
threatening you earlier.

I went to take a throw-in and he
was off the bench, warming up.

And?

Well, he gave me the
ball, which was a bit weird,

cos they were 1-0
up and in no hurry...

..but as he did, he said
that thing about my mum.

And he smiled as he did it?

There's cameras
everywhere. He's not stupid.

And when he came on...

You won't know
this. No disrespect...

Look, why don't you put
your phone away and try me?

There's a difference when an
opponent's going to hurt you.

You can sense 'em looking for
the right kind of 50/50 challenge

so they can break your leg.

The right kind, meaning a
tackle that can be made to look,

what, clumsy or
committed or wholehearted?

And you can't know the difference
unless you've been there and felt it.

Now, did you do
anything to provoke him?

I mean, was there a moment when
you made him feel, "You know what?

"I really, really hate
this cocky little bastard."

Well... after he came
on, I did this trick.

Right, you know that... that
drag-back thing that Johan Cruyff did?

Well, I made a bit of
a mess of it, actually,

but it sort of worked and
it made him look stupid.

Players like Trent think
that's taking the mickey.

There's no call for
skill like that in his book.

He got angry and he
started intimidating you?

I know what you're saying.

"Tell the jury that you
were scared of Trent,

"and it will help self-defence
stand up better in court."

Dean Trent...

doesn't scare me.

Hm.

Prison will.

I need to take this.

It must be important.

Sorry. He's... young.

Yeah, and it's very hard for him
earning 90 grand a week at his age.

I mean, how much
do you earn, Amy?

Um... well, nothing.

Not yet.

Trent's a psycho.

- But Madden doesn't let it get out.
- His agent?

No-one wants to hear it,
because they're all in his pocket.

So... so he and Trent
share the same agent?

They did, along with half of
football, until he dropped him.

Why?

Jordan wouldn't plead, and
Madden wanted to protect Trent.

Who was that?

No-one.

- Yeah, but who was it?
- Nobody.

So, Jordan, who's more important
in your life than me right now?

My mum.

Caroline?

Yes?

Anthony Ashton. Tony.

- Sorry. Have we met?
- Probably, in passing.

We're against each other.

Oh, darling, I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

Don't you start
young these days?

David, it's Dad.

Er... they don't let you out of
these places once you're in.

So, I won't be around
for a couple of days.

But you can ring me and, um...

OK. Bye.

It's me again. Um...

I love you.

So, why are you doing a
bog-standard rape out in the sticks?

I'm sorry?

I wasn't expecting to
be up against a silk.

A favour to my senior clerk.

I'm hoping sex leads to money.

Hm. Much like Stacey Grant.

Really?

Oh, please.

A girl from the back
office has a few too many,

makes eyes at the boss, and then

cries rape when he doesn't want
to get engaged the next morning.

A toast.

To first impressions.

If she looks like she'd drop
her knickers for an alcopop,

he may live to pull another day.

If she turns up like Miss
Jean Brodie at a job interview,

you're as screwed as she was.

I couldn't have put it better.

I've been hearing those jokes
for as long as I can remember.

The reaction is
like a litmus test.

So, what does this one tell you?

That you've never been
up against a silk before.

Come on, we're off.

Oh, I can't. I'm in court.

Right. OK.

- First time?
- Yeah.

What is it?

Everything. Um... warrants, lots
of shoplifting and no instructions.

It's going to be fine.

Absolutely, yeah.

Um... what's a warrant?

An arrest warrant's issued when
someone fails to turn up at court.

Right, yeah.

Now, listen. Just get the basics
right. Everything else will follow.

Go and see your client,
ask for instructions,

and if you don't feel
ready, get an adjournment.

OK.

Don't rush, deep breaths...

Mm... stand up for yourself.

You'll be great.

Clive, read this.

- Are you staying?
- Just for the kick-off.

Nicola, listen. I've just got
to say thank you for this brief.

Honestly. It really means a lot.
My grandfather played for Port Vale,

- so it's in the blood.
- Wow.

Really? Wow. Who do you support?

- Chelsea.
- Brilliant. Me too.

I'm just going to,
um... My opponent.

- Bit senior to come to court.
- Jealous, Marth?

- What was she saying?
- Oh, um...

Six weeks before this incident,

you go to a hotel,
hire a suite, trash it,

and the manager who tries to
get you removed gets punched.

- Yeah, that wasn't...
- Ah, no, hang on. It gets better.

Your agent, who is now
giving evidence against you,

takes out an injunction to
stop it getting in the papers.

I mean, why didn't you tell me?

I cannot work in the dark.

They said it couldn't
be mentioned.

From now on, you tell me
everything and you say it as it is.

OK?

That wasn't how it looks. Right.

I treated some mates
from back home,

only some of them got
rowdy and people complained.

Oh, how unreasonable of them

Well, it wasn't me. I
tried to calm them down.

Then Madden paid off the hotel
manager but only to be quiet about me.

So, my mates got
done, and I didn't.

We fell out, they went to the
papers, and Madden got an injunction.

How do you feel about home?

Do you miss it?

You've come a long way fast.

When I first came to London, it
was in my early days at the Bar.

I was frightened of everyone -
judges, other barristers, clerks.

So, I put on this kind of
angry front to compensate.

Thanks.

Mr. Rankin?

I'm Amy.

- I'm Amy.
- Yes.

Your barrister.

Sort my warrants
and my methadone.

Get my script, yeah?

- Right. Script?
- Yeah.

- Script?
- Yeah.

Right.

OK.

How many warrants are
there? And from where?

Yeah. Methadone, yeah...

Er... why did you fail to
appear at court last time?

Um... too ill.

When was the last time?

The 16th at Camberwell Green?

Right.

My methadone. Thanks.

I need a doctor.

Christopher Rankin. Cell four.

He's been seen.

- When?
- This morning. Fit to attend court.

Yeah, but he's not well.

- Has he collapsed?
- No, but...

Self-harm, suicide,
vomiting, threats or fainting?

No.

Then he's well.

Do I look like a social worker?

Do I?

You can't use this.

Similar fact evidence. Shows
how he loses his temper.

It's never similar fact.

I know.

What?

Your client's not
talking to you, is he?

- See you later, Clive.
- Yeah.

We're doing all right,
wouldn't you say?

Sorry?

Keeping the professional
and the personal separate.

I just felt it.

Bang on the side of my
jaw, and I went down, sparko.

Broken jaw, fractured
cheekbone, lost three teeth.

- You've seen the pictures.
- You were hit by something?

Jordan Sinclair's elbow.

He waited for me and he flung
it. I didn't even see it coming.

- Was it thrown deliberately?
- Er... don't lead.

Your Honour, I apologise.
My learned friend is quite right.

I'll rephrase the question.

What were you
thinking at the time?

That it was deliberate.

Did you do anything to,
er... provoke the attack?

Nothing.

You spoke to him from the
touchline before you came on,

when you were giving
him the ball back.

It was just banter.

You've been a footballer at the
very top level for over a decade.

Has anything like this ever
happened to you before?

Never. It's cowardly.

Not what the game should be
about. The game's better than that.

So, a bottle of white wine...

four cocktails, that
you can remember,

and six or maybe seven shots?

- Yes.
- You made it up, didn't you?

Embarrassed and
needing to save face.

You've invented
this rape allegation.

No. I didn't. I didn't!

Miss Grant, have you ever
suggested that you weren't drunk?

- Never.
- Thank you.

Could it have been more shots?

Might it have
been eight or nine?

It could have been.

Thank you.

"I've done your mum
and I'm going to do you."

- Do you recognise those words?
- No.

That's what you said to
Jordan Sinclair, isn't it?

Here's the ball, big
smile, vicious insult.

I wouldn't use a phrase
like that. It's offensive.

When were you coached on
what to say in that witness box?

I've not been coached.

So, no sitting around discussing
the evidence with, say, Ben Madden?

I've not spoken
to Ben about this.

You turn questions round,
don't you, into denials?

I don't turn them
round, into denials.

You threaten people
you're playing against.

I don't do threats.

How did you feel when he did
that Johann Cruyff trick on you?

50,000 people in the
ground. Millions on the telly.

Embarrassed, Mr. Trent?

- Humiliated?
- I know what you're after.

I wasn't wound up by him and I
didn't try and use threats to control him.

Like I say, the
game's better than that.

Ben likes that
phrase, doesn't he?

He's right.

So, it WAS his phrase?

He might have said it first.

And you repeated it...
but you weren't coached?

No, I wasn't.

I was elbowed.

We need to nail Madden.

Him and Trent are as tight as you
like. He's more than just an agent.

We need an angle. You said
he's got journalists in his pocket?

Yeah, loads.

Tonight, find me a story about
yourself that you can't explain,

that got in the paper by magic.

I'm just very quietly
tipping you off.

I'm sorry?

You've got a big
decision to make.

Your shoulder is about to be
tapped, as they used to say.

How do you know?

Terrible gossips, judges, when
it comes to new colleagues.

Oh...

Oh.

David. It's Dad.

Yes, sorry, of course, you know
it's Dad cos you're calling me.

Miss Grant was
drunk, wasn't she?

- She was.
- Very drunk?

Yes.

Unsteady? Red-eyed? Slurring?

She was, yes.

In fact, she'd drunk so much,
she'd been sick on her dress.

To be fair to you, that's the sort of
witness we're dealing with, isn't it?

I think it's important
that we get that clear.

And of all the
women in that bar,

she was the one you
wanted to have sex with?

The slurring, drunk, weepy
one, who smelled of vomit?

No, no, it wasn't like
that. She was drunk, OK...

And you chose her because of
her drunken state, not despite it.

She wasn't attractive,
she was a mess.

But she was vulnerable,

and because of that, you hunted
her down and you raped her,

didn't you, Mr. Flinders?

- Um... Your Honour.
- Madam.

You are not wearing
a wig, nor am I.

This is not the crown
court. You call me madam.

Madam, um...

..a number of pieces of
information have come to light

which, um... which
mean I've been unable

to take full
instructions and I... I...

You've had all day.

But there have
been, um... difficulties.

Let me give you some
advice, Miss Lang.

Don't dress up
what you say in court

by making it sound like how you think
lawyers are supposed to sound in court.

Try and sound like yourself,
or your career won't work.

Plain speech, Miss Lang.

Can I have an
adjournment, please?

No.

Um...

Christopher Rankin, I've been
told, is in need of a DIP and a PSR.

An FDR is a possibility
and maybe a DDR too.

I don't know what they're
on about and I'm the barrister.

Mr. Rankin, as a-a-a
long-term heavy heroin user,

finds it hard to take on board.

Frankly, he finds it hard
to take anything on board.

He neither knows nor
cares if it's day or night,

or whether he's remanded
in custody or released on bail.

There are far too many lawyers in his
life, madam, and not enough doctors.

- I'll adjourn this case for a week.
- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

And when you come back,

as you insist you have insufficient
instructions to proceed today,

you can explain to the
court in plain speech,

why your solicitors should not
pay the cost of today's hearing.

I'm sorry I punched
you in the face.

Can we be honest
with each other?

I like you, Jake.

- I like you.
- Yeah, but not the way that I like you.

You're my friend.
Let's not mess that up.

We could try.

Let's not try to mess it up, OK?

But one day I'll be...

It's a family thing.

Billy and me.

Family.

No, Jake. Billy's going
to be here forever.

Then it's going to be
John or Harriet, not you.

Work, family.

Not family, family.

- You're winning, aren't you?
- Sorry.

Is it really awkward when
celebrities come to chambers,

and we send them to prison?

Don't feel awkward, sir.
It's me. It's unconditional.

Out of interest, why do
you dislike Dean Trent?

I'm West Ham, sir. We pass.
We love players who can pass.

Dean Trent can't. He
stops people passing.

He's anti-football.

I can't love him.

- Night, sir.
- Yeah, night.

And the real reason?
He didn't get you the brief.

So, like the big child he can
sometimes be, he's not on your side.

What's going on?

Word has it Alan Cowdrey's
heading upstairs... the bench, full-time.

Right. Really?

So, there'll be a vacancy
for head of chambers.

Another drink?

William Lamb.

Er... the results, please.

The PSA is down.
That's great! Thank you.

Thank you. When... when do I
have to come in for the next test?

Great. OK. Thank you. Bye.

Liverpool Football Club have played
over 5,000 matches in their history.

Only once ever have they come back
from three goals down at half-time to win.

- Istanbul.
- Mm. The miracle of.

So...

Whatever Rafa Benitez said to
them at half-time, that's you now.

Oh, I'm a dumpy Spaniard?

With a shot at ultimate glory.

Are you all right, Billy?

Yeah.

To summarise, then, Mr. Madden,

Jordan Sinclair told you that he'd
attacked Dean Trent deliberately,

that Trent was history now,

and that you should concentrate
all your efforts on his career instead?

He did, and I was shocked.

Thank you.

Boom.

How long have you
represented Dean Trent?

Since he was a kid,
more than a decade now.

- Very successfully.
- Very.

And he has some huge
sponsorship deals, doesn't he?

You probably helped broker them?

I think I did more
than just help.

And doubtless... they've
got morality clauses in them?

So, if he's found to, say, well,
hurl foul abuse at someone

or be publicly offensive,

he'd be seen as toxic in the
eyes of the people who pay him,

and those contracts
could be null and void?

He didn't, though, did he?

That's you, or
Jordan, mud-slinging.

I don't represent thugs.

Your evidence about Jordan
Sinclair inventing Dean Trent's threats

is completely manufactured
and self-serving.

No.

Your suggestion's a
smear, and you know it.

Sinclair admitted it to
me, and I wasn't having it.

Dean Trent's been with
you a long time, hasn't he?

He's seen you in action. Is it that he
knows where the bodies are buried?

Hm?

Best keep him happy,
because he knows everything,

whereas Jordan Sinclair, new
kid on the block, knows nothing?

Look, I've got no bodies.
You've got no defence.

Right pair, aren't we?

If we could let Miss Costello
ask the questions, Mr. Madden?

Last year, according to FIFA,

28% of all transfer fees
went to football agents.

Footballers aren't the only
people with agents, Miss Costello.

If I broke the law, or told
lies, and needed your services,

I could contact Billy
Lamb to negotiate your fee.

Talented people need
agents. Fact of life.

But barristers prefer
to call 'em clerks.

Dean Trent's got one.
You've got one. Same thing.

Your Honour, if I could just
take instructions for a moment?

Please.

I'm talking to you
for effect. Nod.

Did you find the story?

Yeah, me out at four in the
morning the night before a game,

drinking and kissing some girl.

And you couldn't explain it?

- No, it didn't happen.
- Sure?

- I'm positive.
- He's slippery.

He is.

- Well, two can play at that game.
- Do it.

Mr. Madden, you keep stories
out of the papers, don't you?

You also put them there.

I influence it.

I can't control it.

Have you ever given a journalist a
smear story about Jordan Sinclair?

Not that I can remember.

Are you sure?

Mr. Madden?

Maybe... once. Like I say, it's,
er... my job to take care of things.

You're smearing, I'm smearing?

We're a right pair, aren't we?

Interesting, the two of them,
Mr. Reader and Miss Costello.

They're like cat
and dog in court.

- And?
- Well, maybe not when they're outside.

You know,

- or...?
- I just heard.

You heard because
you're a clerk.

You hear things before
people even say 'em.

Is it awkward, if the cat-and-dog
thing doesn't leave court with them?

You see and then you try and work out
what those silent moments might mean,

whether it's good or bad.

I think it's manageable.

I don't think good or
bad has to come into it.

- Don't do it, John.
- What?

Shuffle papers, write business
plans and all that bollocks.

You're a clerk.
Duck, dive, prosper.

Don't waste your gift.

Back you, not Harriet?

When I go, I'm leaving
Shoe Lane clerked.

Not administered.

Yeah?

Will the foreman please stand?

Will the defendant please stand?

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

We have.

On count one, that of rape,

do you find the defendant,
Gary Flinders, guilty or not guilty?

- Guilty.
- Thank you.

I thought you were
good with Madden.

He's tough.

We didn't hurt him enough.

But, well, thank you.

Well, I think you're
being hard on yourself.

I thought I was the one
who gave the team talks.

I'm just saying you
stood up for me.

Thank you.

Jordan, it's my job.

Now, when you go in the witness
box, there is nothing I can do.

So, if you want to
thank me, help yourself.

It's hard. You don't
understand football.

I used to go with my dad to
Burnden Park, see Bolton...

..and we used to talk about
life through talking about football,

and then I went to university,
moved away, and he got ill...

..and after going for four
seasons every fortnight,

we never went again, which
meant we never spoke again, really.

See, our common
language had gone.

So, no, I don't.
I... I... you know,

and I don't think I want to
know about the business of it.

But I do understand
football and what it means.

OK?

Yeah, my dad used to watch
me play when I was a kid,

all the time, every week.

And then he just left...

..left us, me and my mum,

didn't come back.

And then I got signed, and
then I got signed, like, big,

and the money came,
and I got a house and a car.

Four cars.

Mad.

And then he came
back or he tried to.

My mum wouldn't have it. She said he
wanted to know the money and not me.

So, she made me choose.

So, obviously I had to
choose her, cos I owed her.

I wish that was different.

You know what?
What Trent said...

- About your mum.
- Mm.

It wasn't just that.

What?

Well, he... he said,

"I've done your mum
and I'm going to do you."

And one more word.

What was the word?

About a year ago,

er... I was...

out with a friend.

We left the bar...

..and out of nowhere,
from behind us...

..there they were,

screaming abuse.

About ten of 'em.

What did you do?

Well, I can do about
10.4 on the 100 metres.

And your friend?

He's...

..he's not so quick.

What kind of bar?

What was the abuse?

What Trent said...

..what was the word?

Faggot.

It's a very ugly word,
but it's the 21st century.

Is it such a terrible secret?

It is if you're a footballer.

Football's 21st century
when it comes to money...

..18th century when
it comes to being gay.

And Trent doesn't even know.

It's just a normal insult
in his world, you know.

If you've got quick
feet, you're a faggot.

If you read the
Guardian, you're a poof.

If you go to the theatre,
you're... you're queer.

That's how his brain works.
That's how football's brain works.

I mean, if I get "faggot"
when he doesn't even know...

..what do I get when he does?

Right, Manchester City
because of their away kit,

you know, the red
and black stripes?

And I was Chelsea a long
time before the money came.

Ah, the romance of football.

What's he like? Sinclair?

Shall we stay away from
talking about the case?

No, I mean as a person.

Well...

..he's fond of his
phone and his mum.

You always end up
liking them, don't you?

Spoiled-brat footballers.
Nasty armed robbers.

Martha Costello sees
the good side in everyone.

You can't generalise like that.

Oh, what? Not all armed
robbers are horrible?

Lots of Premiership footballers
are kind, sensitive human beings?

Not all Chelsea
supporters are wilfully blind.

Manchester City play very attractive
football in a very attractive kit...

and are still everyone's
second-favourite team.

- I'll see you in the morning.
- OK.

I love it, you know,
how deep you go,

how much passion and conviction
you put into everything you do...

when you've got a wig on.

I want you to listen
very carefully...

..and when I'm finished, I
don't want you to say anything.

You elbowed Dean
Trent in the face,

because you'd had enough of
him and everything he stood for.

There might have been a
dangerous tackle coming your way,

but that's not why you hit out.

It's bigger than that.

You hit out at the prejudice,

ignorance and the silence
that football demands from you.

In law... Now, forget about
life and fairness and justice.

In law, that's an
admission of guilt.

So, if those were
your instructions,

I would have to advise
you to plead guilty,

in which case,
being who you are,

doing what you did...

..you would go to prison.

So, what do we do?

You're the client.
I'm the lawyer.

Now I'm going to ask you,

what are your instructions?

He was going to hurt me.

I feared for my safety,

and although the
results were regrettable...

..my response was proportionate.

I was... scared.

I do listen sometimes, you know.

Putting the extraordinary evolution
of your defence to one side,

and the change from "I ain't
scared of him" in interview

to fully fledged terror
in the witness box,

self-defence based on what?

Maybe you thought a few lies,

smearing the victim, blaming the
agent, might provide the basis for it?

Nobody else backs
up your story, do they?

Loads of people heard him threaten
me. But nobody will speak out.

What, so Dean Trent and Ben
Madden can silence players,

the coaching staff and
the whole of the media,

- can they?
- Yes, and they do.

Er... you invented a story...

about Dean Trent
abusing your mother.

Where would you get
something like that from?

I haven't got it from
anywhere. It's true.

Well, even if it is true, it wouldn't
have scared you, would it?

- It would make you angry.
- No.

Dean Trent was going to hurt me.

I felt threatened, so
I defended myself.

Nonsense. You were angry.

Right, come on, then, what...

what did he say or do

that scared you?

What?

Is this where
it all falls apart?

Jordan? Anything?

Anything at all?

I won't let him win.

Clive.

I've, um... I've drafted
a press release.

- What for?
- Well, there'll be publicity.

One trip out in silk, and
one win. I can trade on that.

I'm not done yet. I've
still got a speech to do.

It's a draft. It can sit and
wait, like Jordan Sinclair.

Only it'll be released
tomorrow, and he won't.

- Seems a bit premature.
- We own the story.

The story doesn't own us.
It's about communication.

I didn't do enough yesterday.

No.

- And they have to believe I was scared?
- Yes.

What if...

What if there's someone who
can explain why I was scared?

- Why didn't you say?
- Well, he's gagged.

He's signed away
his right to speak out.

Uh-uh-uh. In there,
in court, democracy.

If the judge says they
can talk, they can talk.

Who is it, Jordan?

- I want to call another witness.
- What? Now?

- Who?
- A footballer.

It's just a character
witness, OK?

Clutching at straws, Martha?

Your Honour, the defence
calls Tom Stephenson.

Mr. Stephenson,

on the day this
incident took place,

um... could you tell the
court where you were?

I was in the dugout, next to Dean Trent.
We were warming up on the touchline.

You said he was a
character witness.

He is, the
character of football.

Miss Costello?

Your Honour.

And it's agreed
that, at some stage,

Jordan Sinclair came
over to take a throw.

Did you hear anything?

Trent just started at
him. The usual stuff.

Abuse about his
mum. His usual routine.

Is Dean Trent often abusive?

Dean Trent is always abusive.

Now, what was your view of the
incident at the heart of this case?

He tried to do him,
tried to break his leg.

Why?

He's jealous.
Jordan is the future.

He can pass. He's got good feet.

Trent's the past. He's
all blood and thunder.

He can't play.

Jordan plays like he's Spanish. Trent
plays like an Englishman in the 1950s.

And are you the only
one who thinks like this?

Of course not. They all do.

They're all scared of
him cos he's a bully.

Even the club's scared.

If they upset him, Madden will
cut 'em out of transfers in the future.

It's a stitch-up.

And will you be
part of that future?

No.

My knee's gone.

What happened?

Dean Trent happened.

We had an argument before training,
and then he said he'd do me, and he did.

But the press won't print it,
so the public don't know it.

But the players
talk. We all know.

Five years in the
limelight and then oblivion.

One more big headline,
now you're finished?

Well, I didn't think I was allowed
to talk about it until yesterday,

because I'd signed this.

They said I'd never
be able to discuss it.

But in here, it might be OK.

Might I take a look?

Very interesting.

It would appear, Mr. Stephenson,

that, standing there, you
can indeed talk about it.

So, that's a financial
arrangement you've reached?

A bit of the commercial stuff
you... you claim to dislike so much?

Dean Trent said, "I'll
do you, you bastard,"

and then broke
my leg in training.

Madden made the
club keep it quiet,

so they paid me
off, some on the top,

just so I'd sign a
confidentiality clause,

so nobody would
see what Trent's like.

But, standing here, I can talk
about it, and he can't stop me,

and that's killing
him, trust me.

A press release?

- Are you for real?
- It's a draft.

- It leaked.
- How?

I've spent 20 years
building Clive Reader.

Five minutes after he gets
silk, you make him look stupid.

- But how did it get out?
- I don't care!

I'm not the idiot who wrote it!

You don't understand. It's about
winning. It's all about winning!

So, it just magically got out?

You play the hand
you've got, John.

It's called clerking.

Will all parties in Sinclair
please go to Court 1?

If it's guilty, I promise I'll try and
keep you out on bail until sentencing.

The jury in, please.

Would the foreman please stand?

Would the defendant
please stand?

On count one, that of
grievous bodily harm with intent,

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

We have.

Do you find the
defendant Jordan Sinclair

guilty

or not guilty?

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Top class.

Top bloody class.

So, what now?

You can play again.

If I want to.

Do you?

Well, if I play, I can't be me, and
I've made enough to leave it behind.

- You'd give it up?
- Maybe.

I've been someone
else since I was 15.

I want to find out...

..who I am.

- Thank you.
- A pleasure.

I sounded off like a ranting idiot and I'm
going to get costs awarded against me.

Sounding off sounds good to me.

- Billy.
- You hid from me.

- I'm sorry. I...
- And we never hide, miss.

I told her to ask
for an adjournment.

It's my fault, Billy, and
I'll speak to the solicitor.

I've spoken to her. It's sorted.

Your pupil took
your advice, miss.

She was brave enough
to tell the judge too,

and if there's costs to
be paid, I'll pay them.

Now, get your learned
pupil mistress a proper drink

to celebrate a proper result.

- Are you not joining us?
- Places to be, miss.

Manana.

- Do you mind if I...?
- Yeah, go home.

Take that for a taxi.

Thank you.

No hard feelings?

- Character witness?
- Yeah, well...

You tricked me.

Actually, you lied to me.

I thought we could leave
court in court, you and me.

Exactly. Trial's over. You'll never
see Jordan Sinclair again. Nor will I.

So, now you can tell me
what was going on with him.

Wigs are off. Talk
to me, Martha.

I can't.

You know what?
I'll see you later.

I said I can't tell you, Clive.

Your clients come first
every time. They always have.

But where are they,
Martha? Here with you now?

Or are you on your own?

Hello, sir.

The best days stay in your head.

Sharp.

- They don't fade.
- Mm. You've had a few of those, sir.

I've had my shoulder tapped.

Congratulations... I think.

If being a judge for the rest of
your career is what you want.

It's time, Billy.

I need to be there for
David... and myself.

- Do one thing for me, sir.
- What's that?

Be sure...

before you jump.

Be very, very sure.

For your sake.

I've loved being head
of chambers, Billy.

I love this place. Always will.

But things change.

Things... happen.

We'll miss you... sir.

You'll always be Shoe Lane, sir.

Wherever you go,
whatever you do.

Thank you, Billy.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

I've never seen him round
our house at Christmas.

Who?

John.

- What?
- It's a time for family.

Christmas. He should
have been there.

More family than me.

Who's been talking, Jake?

Everyone.

- Except me.
- You're drunk, mate.

- You need to get home.
- Yeah.

I'll leave you here...
with your family.

I'll get you a cab.

I've got my Oyster.

It's all right
for you, isn't it?

You'll be here forever.

It's going to be
tough for me, Marth.

Did you know about this?

I just don't feel like a man.

I'm just sick of us always
being against each other.

How dare you do
that to my husband?

- What are you saying?
- You're in.

There is one thing I'll
be asking for in return.

Facts and figures.
Everything you need to know

to become the next
head of chambers.

We appreciate smart young clerks

who've got the nose to get out
there and sniff out the new work.

I'll tell you what, I'll
even throw in a new suit.

So...?