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- This is Amy, the new pupil.
- Hi.

Billy's going to
be here forever.

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

I'll leave you here
with your family.

I can't be only a lawyer, Clive.

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

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

I don't care!

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.

Your clients come first,

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

Word has it Alan
Cowdrey's heading upstairs.

There'll be a vacancy
for Head of Chambers.

No, I totally disagree. Cases
like this exemplify the need

for a change in the law.

The rights of the
individual to choose

the circumstances of their own
death is a human-rights issue.

Sarah Stephens deserves
our sympathy, not our censure.

Thanks.

She'll meet you
there in an hour.

Get your mate from Sunday
League one from me, will you?

Ah, where you been, Jakey boy?

Day's already been seized,
strip-searched and sentenced.

Ran into Toby from Finlay Fraser.
Persuaded him to put these... our way.

- What are they?
- Remands.

- Court?
- Balham.

And what type of
court is Balham, Jake?

Youth court.

Baby food.

John, give Russell at
Shepherd Row a call

and tell him we've got
some returns coming his way.

Walk 'em over, would
you, Jake? Good boy.

So will you let them
know I'll leave myself free

for the six o'clock and
ten o'clock as well?

Thanks.

Taxi!

Does she really think giving interviews
on our doorstep is going to intimidate us

- into not prosecuting her client?
- The opposite.

She's delighted we're
prosecuting Sarah Stephens.

She gets to talk to the world
about her favourite subject,

whilst fighting for a
woman she believes in

in a case that she thinks
could force a change in the law.

- A test case.
- Yes,

with the press and Parliament
shining a great big spotlight on it.

- And you.
- Us.

Us.

She'll have chosen her
battle ground carefully.

Of course.

But it's bigger than Aisha
Wiseman, a case like this.

It's why we do what we do.

It's humbling, really.

To be part of an argument
as important as this.

Returns from Shoe Lane.

Jake?

Jake Milner?

Baroness.

The CPS only confirmed the
murder charge this morning.

- You know me, Aisha.
- Oh, I know you, Billy.

First out of the traps.

Well, I knew it wasn't
my body you were after.

Although... there was a time...

Was?

Uncle Billy still using
you as his errand boy?

Finlay Fraser?

Nice.

It's baby food.

But baby criminals
turn into big criminals,

and... well, clerking is all about playing
the long game, wouldn't you say, Jake?

Yeah, absolutely.

Tell you what,

you fancy a spot of breakfast?

Ah...

I best... be off.

Here.

In case you turn up any more
work Uncle Billy doesn't want.

Why is this one so important to
you? Your boy's prosecuting, isn't he?

Sympathy for a family
torn apart by tragedy.

Not going soft in your
old age, are you, Billy?

No, I'm still as hard
as I always was, Aisha,

but I've got this new practice
manager who's very into marketing,

and you are box-office gold.

More like UK Gold.

I always thought you were a
great loss to Parliament, Billy.

I can just see you whipping
the backbenchers into voting

for some illegal war

without them ever quite
knowing what they were voting for.

Straight up, no bollocks,

you need someone who's
going to fight for you all the way.

Get your client off, get
you a landmark decision

and a lead on Newsnight.

I've got just the silk for you.

She's a cross between Mother
Teresa, Martin Luther King

and a small Rottweiler.

I thought that was me.

What's her name?

Shakespeare was here.

And Elizabeth I.

You have lots in common,
you and Elizabeth.

Brave, strong...

- Pale.
- Pale.

- Surrounded by men.
- Surrounded by men.

Saying no to all of them.

What do you want, Clive?

You know I'm prosecuting
Sarah Stephens?

Right.

She admits to giving her
tetraplegic daughter a fatal overdose,

but there's no evidence to
suggest she wanted to die.

In fact, it looks
likes the contrary.

Well, would she plead
to assisted suicide?

We're not offering a deal.

It's murder.

There's clear
intent to take a life.

You can argue about
an individual's right to die,

but not putting murder
on the indictment here

would send a huge message.

It could open the floodgates
to anyone who wants to...

finish off a
burdensome relative.

We, the law,

can't allow that to happen.

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

The whole thing's just...

tragic.

A life not lived.

"Tomorrow and
tomorrow and tomorrow

"creeps in this petty
pace from day to day

"to the last syllable
of recorded time.

"And all our yesterdays have
lighted fools the way to dusty death.

"Out, out, brief candle."

- A word, John.
- Billy, we're in a meeting.

1995, Pomerol.

Reasonably good vintage

for what turned out to be a
piss-poor decade for Bordeaux.

Also the same year we left
Forty Five to set up Shoe Lane.

We had to beg, borrow and steal,

work 18 hours,
sleep on the floor,

skip meals, family and
friends to build this place up.

I'd line up the cases, and Alan Cowdrey
and the two kids would knock 'em down.

You're a clerk, John - you
can't serve two masters.

Yes, boss.

Alan Cowdrey's leaving.

I'd like to do something...
special for him.

Ah, Jake.

Just been sent over from
Aisha Wiseman's office.

Now, that is what you
call clerking old-style.

Rubbish, rubbish, tax bill,
Counsel magazine - Jesus Christ.

Perhaps one of you
may care to clerk me -

old style or new
style, I'm easy.

John, perhaps you could
attend to Miss Warwick's needs.

Jake, could you drop that off in
Miss Costello's room? Thank you.

I finished that piece of
advice. Ah, thank you, Amy.

Sorry, miss. Sir.

Chatline, Jake?

Yeah!

Brilliant!

That looks weighty.

Sarah Stephens.

Did you know about this?

Of course not!

Really?

It's as new to me
as it is to you, Clive.

Bingo! How good is that?

Brief the size of
the Titanic's arse.

Hello, sir.

Jo was 17 when
she had the accident.

Her last year of school.

And her boyfriend,
Luke Kemp, was driving.

It was McAllister's fault, the
driver of the oncoming car.

So, a C4 tear in the
spinal cord, resulting in

complete loss of function

from, and including,
the shoulders down.

She spent five months in hospital,
then returned to the family home,

where you and a team
of carers looked after her.

The night of September
the 30th, Sarah,

what happened?

I know this is
difficult for you,

but the prosecution
case turns on the fact

that there is no evidence that
your daughter wanted to die.

She said, "If you
loved me, you'd kill me."

That night?

Often.

And were there any other witnesses
who heard her say it that night?

Um, wh... what
about other times?

Maybe Harry.

And that's her brother?
And what about the others?

Fraser and Grace were
too little to understand.

Doctors, carers, your husband?

Do you have children,
Miss Costello?

Erm, it's Martha,
and no, no, I don't.

A mother knows when
her child is pretending.

She put on a brave
face for everybody else,

but I could see how
much she was suffering.

When she thought no-one could
hear her, she'd cry with the pain.

Physical?

Physical and emotional.

Normally, I'd leave her,
but... that night, I couldn't.

I went to her, and she
said that she'd had enough

and that she couldn't
go on pretending.

Now, I have to ask
this, Sarah, I'm sorry,

but you... didn't think of
trying to talk her out of it?

Of course I did.

But she begged me
- what could I do?

So it was a decision
made in the moment?

That helps us, doesn't it?

I went on the internet

and I looked up what combination
of her drugs would work

and then I made up a drip bag.

And the drugs were
kept in a drug safe?

Yes, I didn't like having them
about with the younger ones.

That's not what I meant.

So you... you didn't go
to the chemist specially?

The whisky was already in the
house as well, wasn't it, Sarah?

That proves that
you didn't plan it.

And you gave her the whisky
after you connected the drip?

To calm her down.

Then I sat with her.

And when she was gone...

..I called the police.

Immediately?

And your husband?

Mm.

I don't want Harry
called as a witness.

I'm not happy about having to
give evidence myself against my ex,

against Sarah.

But asking a son to go
against his own mother...

We don't want anyone to go
against anyone, Mr. Stephens.

We just want you and him
to tell us what you know.

He's 15 years old, Mr. Reader.

Harry won't even
have to appear in court.

I'll play a video of his evidence, he'll
then be cross-examined via video link.

He won't see the
jury, the court...

even his mother.

We'll see if you can sit with
him too, if that's any help.

We need to establish whether she
did or didn't express a desire to die.

Joanna deserves justice.

You don't have to tell me that.

I won't pretend, Sarah.

They have a strong case.

You intended to end Jo's life,

and there is no evidence
to say she wanted you to.

You think I should
plead guilty to murder?

I can't tell you how to plead,

but I think we can make a
defence to the murder charge.

See you in court.

Yes.

Whatever you do to keep
them sweet, I don't want to know.

There's nothing to know.

Present for you.
Facts and figures.

Everything you need to know to
become the next Head of Chambers.

Harriet.

Drink?

I've love to, but... I can't.

Work to do.

Nine-handed violent disorder.

Lots of serious
villains fighting in a pub.

Good for three weeks.

You know, John, I think
I've underestimated you.

Ah, Amy Lang.

Good night, Billy.

Sometimes, there is a God.

Still here, Billy?

Just as evening touches night.

The number of times that members
of chambers have wandered in here

at this time of night

without realising they want to tell me
what's on the mind or in their heart...

Sarah Stephens.

I can't imagine her pain.

No.

Are you all right, Billy?

Mr. Cowdrey's
leaving do next week.

Er, he believes in
democracy being active,

which, in plain English, means

you and Mr. Reader standing
for Head of Chambers.

Making everything a
bit more complicated.

How's Amy getting on?

She's lots to learn,
but she's got it.

Good. Got to look
to the future, miss.

Hm, you're starting
to sound like Harriet.

Our future, not hers.

Making plans for everyone?

It's my job, miss.

Spreadsheets...

financial planning
from my accountant.

In the pub, on your own,
eight o'clock at night?

OK, OK. The chambers' accounts.

Harriet thought I
should get an overview.

Head of Chambers?

Are you interested?

Flattered.

Not sure.

Listen, I'm sorry about earlier.

I was angry that you were
defending Sarah Stephens.

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

Well, maybe we don't
always have to be.

Sarah Stephens
is not a murderer.

She ended her daughter's
life. She's admitted to it.

She will plead guilty
to assisted suicide.

After all she's been through,

if you could just get the CPS
to drop the murder charge...

I've told you...

I think it's a tragedy.

I can't do a deal on this one.

Why not?

Some of you will have elderly
relatives in full-time care,

or disabled
relatives, or friends.

What protects these vulnerable
people who are dependent on others

for their most basic needs?

It is the law, ladies
and gentlemen.

Now, the defence will argue that
Joanna Stephens wanted to die.

There's no clear
evidence of this.

And, without the victim's consent,
the law says that this is murder.

Even with consent, the law
states that it's assisted suicide.

The defence may even argue
that the law itself contravenes

Joanna's human right
to take her own life.

But remember,

these are the very laws that
protect our elderly loved ones...

those who are mentally
and physically disabled.

Your relatives and mine.

While none of us can be
anything but profoundly moved

by the tragedy of the situation that
Joanna Stephens found herself in,

or by the desperately hard
situation that Sarah Stephens faced...

no-one,

ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

has the right... to play God.

What would the life expectancy of
someone with Joanna's injuries be, Dr Bell?

With round-the-clock care,

Joanna could easily have
lived for another 20 or 30 years.

With advances in
medical science -

stem cell research,
exoskeletons -

she might even have
recovered some form of mobility.

Er, speculation, my Lord. These
options do not currently exist.

Did Joanna ever express
to you a desire to die?

No, she did not.

Can I refer you to the
evidence folder, Dr Bell?

Er, Page 7. It's Jo's prescription
at the time of her death.

Now, Jo was on a
lot of drugs, Dr Bell,

so can you tell us what some of
them are, starting with Item 7.1, please?

It's an anti-spasmodic.

The severed nerve endings can
cause the paralysed limbs to spasm.

And 7.2 and 7.3, please?

Painkillers.

She was in pain?

Almost constant. Again,
the severed nerve endings.

So constant pain, with
no current treatments,

resulting in a lifetime of
24 hours a day dependency.

Did you discuss
assisted suicide?

Joanna was... adjusting
to her new circumstances.

I have no doubt, in time, she
would have come to accept them.

Did you discuss
assisted suicide, Dr Bell?

I explained to her... that doctors
take an oath to help heal people

and that it would be contrary
to everything we believe in

to help a patient die.

I also explained to her
why it was against the law.

Your ethical opposition
would mean it was very unlikely

that Jo would confide
in you her desire to die.

My Lord, the witness cannot answer for
what the deceased would or would not do.

There's another drug here,
Item 7.7. What's that for?

It's an anti-depressant.

Jo was clinically depressed?

She was not... clinically depressed-
she was on anti-depressants.

You're a clinician and you
prescribed her with anti-depressants.

It's quite common for
patients such as Joanna

to be... low about
their situation.

How... low?

This was only six months
on from her accident,

and with all the upheavals
in her and her family's life...

You knew of Jo's feelings,

you just didn't
take them seriously.

If Joanna had
really wanted to die,

she could have
refused food and water.

Because she didn't
starve herself to death,

you didn't think Jo was serious
about ending her own life?

- What I meant was...
- Thank you, Dr Bell.

VMS.

Vasomotor symptoms.

Hot flushes.

Like women of a certain age.

And men having hormone treatment
for prostate cancer, I'm afraid.

But on the upside...

it's a sign the
implants are working.

I just don't feel...
like... a man.

Have you checked
it out recently?

Too afraid to, just
in case there's...

..nothing.

Billy. Hi. Erm, I got your note.

Ah.

Gustavo. Glass of your
finest Sancerre, please.

Come this way.

Cheers.

Glad you had a
change of heart, Jake.

It's only a drink, isn't it?

Like the mother polar bear when
her cub gets stuck on an ice floe,

so your clerk should be
into the freezing waters,

looking out for you.

But you paid all
the costs yourself.

I see that as an investment.

Tell me, er, how are you getting
on with Martha Costello, miss?

Um... yeah. I mean, er, I
admire her enormously and...

Good.

Excellent.

How much?! Has he got you
running up chimneys as well?

I hope you don't mind, I,
er... I told them we'd be here.

Get 'em in, fellas, and,
er, one for meself and Jake,

or I'll send you to
work for Billy Lamb!

No, seriously, Jake,
we're a traditional set.

Defence is what we do.

We appreciate smart young
clerks who've got the nose

and the rest of the
man-tackle to get out there

and sniff out the new work.

So...

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

Cos we're the
Shepherds, eh, lads?

And we look after our flock.

Cheers. ALL: Cheers.

See, I don't get a vote. It's
up to members of chambers

which pupil gets in or not.

But...

..three quarters of them don't
know if the pupil's good enough...

so they come to me.

And I tell them.

Because I know.

And the don't-knows vote the
way I tell them they should vote.

What are you saying?

You're in.

On the basis of what I've seen and
what all the solicitors have told me,

you are Shoe Lane.

- But I only just started...
- No buts.

- But...
- But?

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

Miss Amy Lang.

I have to go.

Er, my boyfriend. I... I
was meant to meet him.

Sorry.

When did you last see
Joanna alive, Mr. Stephens?

Around seven on
the evening she died.

And how would you
describe her spirits?

Good.

How would you say... Sarah
reacted to Joanna's accident?

Is there a good way to react?

Erm, well, how did you
describe your wife to the police

on the night that Jo died?

I was angry.

Sarah... had an
awful burden to bear.

Can you tell the court
what you told the police?

I think I described her
as withdrawn and cut off.

- And depressed. Was she depressed?
- My Lord, the witness is not qualified.

I'll put it another way. Was
Sarah on anti-depressants?

Mr. Stephens.

Yes.

Did she find it
difficult to cope?

We all struggled,
in our own way.

And was she the sole carer?

There was a team,
during the day.

They, er, washed Jo,

they changed her, fed her,

administered her drugs. Sarah...
sometimes liked to feed Jo.

Who paid for them?

The insurance settlement.

And how much was
that settlement for?

£5 million.

But it was to support
Jo for the rest of her life.

What happens to the
rest of that money?

It goes to her next of kin.

You and Sarah.

He knows it isn't
about the money.

Why did he bring it up?

Because you plant it in the
jury's mind, it sticks there,

then it colours
everything else they hear.

Well, how do we counter it?

You and Jo were close
prior to her accident?

Very.

So she must have been very upset

when you had an affair
and left the family home.

She was upset that
I moved out, yes.

And afterwards
you saw less of Jo?

I saw her every day.

But you weren't in a position to
judge her frame of mind, hour by hour.

Did you ever talk to Sarah
about Jo wanting to end her life?

Yes.

She was set against it.

And Jo?

The counsellor
helped her greatly.

And it was your idea to go to the
St Jude's Centre for a counsellor?

Sarah and I agreed it
would be a good idea

for Jo to talk to
someone with expertise.

I am a practising Catholic.

I asked our priest for advice.

And you believed that, by last September,
Jo was in a better frame of mind?

Oh, yes.

Nor had Sarah come
round to supporting the view

that Jo might want
to take her own life?

Not to the best of
my knowledge, no.

Which suggests Sarah's
actions, at the very least,

- was not premeditated.
- My Lord...

How did you feel when
you arrived at the house

of the morning of
October the 1st?

My little girl was dead.

But you described your feelings
as anger to my learned friend.

Yes, I was.

After everything
she'd suffered...

..to end like that.

Nobody has the right...

I never even got to
say goodbye to her.

Were you angry with your wife?

And myself.

If I could have
persuaded them not to...

"Them"? So Jo and Sarah?

Whoever decided.

So you admit that, in
spite of the counselling,

Jo might have wanted this?

No, I mean Sarah.

She was the adult.

Sarah did it.

She gave her the drugs.

Do you not think Jo might
have put on a front for you?

I beg your pardon?

Well, maybe she was frightened

of losing the little bit
she had left of you,

after you'd run off
with your new girlfriend.

We're not together.

And she knew that
you, like her counsellor,

rejected her right
to want to die.

That's not how it was.

You were angry, weren't
you, Mr. Stephens?

Angry with your God
for Jo's cruel accident.

- No!
- And angry with yourself

for running into the
arms of another woman.

And, however much

you say you are a
reluctant witness,

you were angry with
your wife for being...

My Lord,

my learned friend is
badgering the witness.

..so caught up in her own grief

that she couldn't
support you in yours,

and this is the bottom
line, Mr. Stephens -

Jo wanted to die, you were
just too angry to hear her.

How dare you?!

How dare you do
that to my husband?

All you did was belittle him.
He's still the father of my children,

and he's all they'll have
when I'm sent to prison.

Are you all right?

Yeah... yeah, I'm fine.

Miss?

My favourite clerk.

All right, Billy boy?

Hmm...

Must be a chili or something.

In an egg and cress?!

Have to have a word with Chef.

All right, Billy?

Are you behaving yourself?

Chance would be
a fine thing, Russell.

Thanks for sending
over your unwanteds.

Oh, well, my mother
always told me to look out for

those who are... less
fortunate than myself.

Well...

..any more like him, and
we'll be happy to take 'em.

It's like Al Capone...
your nine-hander.

Meaning, John?

They can't get them for
the big crimes, these boys.

But they can put them away for
kicking the hell out of each other

in a pub on a Saturday night.

Same result - horrible
men go to prison.

If they're convicted.

That's down to you, miss.

But we're not here
to talk about me.

We're here to talk about us.

You were Joanna's
counsellor, Mr. Luckhurst?

I'd like to think that Jo
and I became friends.

What sort of
conversations did you have?

Frank and open.

Jo had begun to find
her life... meaningful,

in a much fuller way.

Only three days before she died,

she'd agreed to take a trip
the following year to France.

Was she, in your
professional opinion, suicidal?

No.

And her mother, Sarah?

Well, I talked with
the whole family.

Sarah seemed firmly
against Jo ending her life.

Were you surprised when
you heard what she'd done?

Yes.

I'd have to say I was.

France?

Yes.

Where?

Lourdes.

The Stephens are Catholic.

Mr. Stephens and
the children, at least.

And was Lourdes Jo's idea?

The St Jude's
Centre organises trips.

It was they who recommended
me to Mr. Stephens.

And this is a
Catholic organisation?

I am a fully
qualified counsellor.

But you practise within the
boundaries of the Catholic faith?

You see, I... I don't
see them as boundaries.

I think Mr. Stephens wanted
a counsellor who would stress

the importance,
the... the gift of life.

The Catholic Church
believes suicide to be a sin,

because it's to
despair of God's love.

My Lord, the Catholic
doctrine is not on trial.

The witness's moral code is
completely based on Catholic teaching.

Carry on, Miss Costello.

After her accident,
when you visited Jo...

..she was in despair.

Well, it is common
in such cases, but...

she was a bright girl.

I think she came to a clear understanding
and acceptance of her position.

And did you report your
conversations to anyone?

Yes, I... discussed her
progress with her parents.

Mr. Luckhurst, do you not
think a bright girl like Jo

would have guessed that
you were telling her father?

And that she knew both
you and he, as Catholics,

considered suicide to be a sin?

My Lord, how can the witness
possibly answer that question?

Well, of course he can.

It's his job to know
what people are thinking

and if he can't then he's
not much cop as a counsellor.

I'm not a clairvoyant.

Do you pray?

Every day.

I take instructions
from my client,

whereas you take instructions
from a supernatural entity

that can't be cross-examined,

but whose wisdom you
ask us to take as read?

That's a question, Mr. Luckhurst.

Miss Costello.

Beef Wellington,
rare but not bloody.

Like you ordered,
boss, best of British.

That is Alan Cowdrey.

When Alan arrives,
stick with him.

You need to look
like the anointed one.

And you make the
presentation speech.

It's the starting pistol
for the campaign.

Boyfriend OK?

Er... yeah, yeah,
he's fine, thank you.

I should really...

Of course, Miss
Lang. Just a moment.

I think we need to get
something straight between us.

- I really don't...
- No, no, I understand

that you're young
and inexperienced.

You haven't seen close
up how this world works.

But we're both grown-ups.

Perhaps I didn't make myself
clear before. It's quite simple.

You give me what I want,
and I'll give you what you want.

It's win/win.

I'm the gift horse,

and you're staring
straight in his mouth.

So, put your application
for tenancy in.

When I consider
where we started from...

me and Billy with a
telephone, a chair, a desk,

all of which he got.

And a very big
overdraft, which I got.

And where we are now, I
take immense pride in that.

But much as you are my
family, I have a real family.

And it's long overdue
that I focused on them.

It's also time that
a younger person

took over the reins here, with
the energy to... fight the fight

that the Criminal
Bar has on its hands.

And we are very lucky to have, in
Martha Costello and Clive Reader,

two outstanding candidates...

Three.

Three candidates.

I'd like to throw
my wig into the ring,

offer the electorate a real
choice - a third way, so to speak.

Quite.

Well, this is a
democracy, after all.

Whoever wins will have a
hard act to follow in this man.

One of the greats.

The other thing we had in
chambers when we first started

and one of the reasons
for your overdraft was...

this.

A good vintage for a good man,
who it's been a privilege to clerk.

Thank you, Billy.

Boss.

You forget, Jake,
I know everything.

I've been offered First Junior.

Well, you've ducked
and you've dived.

You've become a clerk,
a true clerk. Now go.

But...

You broke my heart, Jake.

Now get out.

How often did you visit Joanna?

A few times a week.
She was my girlfriend.

And how did you find it?

There were fights,
before Mr. Stephens left.

- Fights?
- More like aggressive silences, you know?

And after Mr. Stephens left?

I think she found it hard...
Sarah... Mrs. Stephens.

She got angry at the others for
nothing. Jo said the carers, or even Harry,

often had to cook them dinner.

And when you were there?

She was always upstairs.

What about Joanna?

She was amazing. So positive.

Who's Liane, Luke?

My girlfriend. Now.

And when did you
start going out with her?

A while back.

Before Jo died?

A week or two.

And did Jo know you were
going out with someone else?

No.

How do you know?

She never said anything.

Why didn't you tell her?

Because... you know...
it's not nice to find out.

Especially in Jo's position?

Yeah. I suppose.

And you don't think she
could have found out?

She didn't say anything.

Well, she was a
smart girl, Luke.

She was sensitive
and emotionally mature.

She must have known. Or are
you just a very, very good liar?

She never said she knew.

- You were playing at being her boyfriend.
- That's not true!

Sarah, why didn't you tell
me Luke had a new girlfriend?

I'm sorry, I didn't...

You didn't know, did you?

Why is that important?

Because something happened
to push Jo over the edge

and convince Sarah to help her.

Finding out about Luke.

And it would have been as
all her friends went off to uni.

Leaving Jo behind.

Mum went to bed early.

Me and Frase hung
out with Jo for a while.

I put Gracey to bed and then
I watched the Arsenal match.

Were you the last to go to bed?

And Jo was still alive then?

When you woke up?

There were police and
doctors all over, and...

Mum was crying and
telling them what she'd done.

And Fraser and Grace?

Frase had got up
too. Er, he was crying.

I... I told him to
stop, but he wouldn't.

But... But then Dad came.

How was he?

He was upset, and... and angry.

He... He told us
to get upstairs.

Thank you very much, Harry.

The end of Harry Stephens'
recorded evidence?

Yes, my Lord.

Is the live link ready for
the cross-examination?

Hello, Harry. Bear with us while
we get things in order at this end.

Hello, Harry.

Now, my name's Martha,

and I'm going to be
asking you some questions.

- OK.
- OK.

Now, when did Jo find out that
Luke had another girlfriend, Harry?

Fraser had told
her a week before.

I... I beat him up for that.

Why?

Because with all the other shit
in her life she didn't need that.

Was she upset about it?

No. She was cool.

Now, Harry, did Jo tell
you that she wanted to die?

No!

Look, Harry, we have to
ask you these questions,

because you were the
last person to see Jo alive.

I... don't know! She... She
never said. I... I told you.

Now, your father... and
Jo's doctor have both said

that in the early days after the
accident, that Jo was very low.

Now, your mother has said

that Jo might have told
you she wanted to die then.

Maybe then, early
on. But... not later.

So when was the last time?

I don't... I don't know.

A few weeks before?

Yeah. Weeks.

So she did tell you?

Um...

Could I have Patrick's evidence?

Thank you.

Now, your father said that the carers
gave Jo her drugs. Is that correct?

Mum didn't like to,

in case she got
it wrong, she said.

And if there was an emergency and the
carers weren't there to give Jo her drugs,

would your mum do it?

No. I did.

You did?

So the drug safe... Now, did
your mother give you the code?

No, I, um...

- Harry?
- I texted the carers.

What the hell was that?

Her story doesn't add up.

Your job is to make it
add up, not to undermine it.

If you would just let me
call Fraser and Grace.

When Fraser showed
Jo the photograph of Luke,

maybe she said
something to him then.

- No.
- Well, surely, she must

have told somebody
else about how she felt.

Look, I'm sorry, Sarah,
but things just don't add up.

Do you know what Clive Reader
will do with you in cross-examination?

It is his job to tear you apart.

I've given you my instructions.

And what was it that
changed your mind that night?

I'd listened to
her crying enough.

I'd watched Jo suffer enough.

Thank you.

Enough?

I beg your pardon?

You'd watched her enough?
You'd listened to her enough?

Yes.

Enough for who - you or her?

No.

You weren't coping,
were you, Sarah?

Witness after witness has told us -
your husband, Joanna's boyfriend,

even your own son.

I was doing my best.

We can only imagine how difficult
that must have been for you...

..this terrible, terrible accident,
leaving your lovely daughter

as helpless as she was
when she was a... a baby.

And you, on your own,
without your husband,

facing the rest of your life
looking at your child in pain.

Jo was trapped, but...
you were trapped with her.

Joanna's death
freed you, didn't it?

No.

On the 30th of September,
after you came downstairs

and found your
daughter crying in pain,

did you look up a combination
of her drugs that would kill her?

Sarah?

I mixed the drugs.

Not only that, did you take
the drugs from the drug safe?

Yes.

You see, both these things, and
the connecting of the bag to the drip,

without witnesses or proof
that Joanna wanted to die,

all add up to murder
in the eyes of the law.

"If you loved me, you'd kill
me", that's what she said.

We have only your word for that.

Don't ever do what I'm about to.

What's the code for
the drug safe, Sarah?

Well, is it letters?
Or is it numbers?

Numbers.

A combination of
letters and numbers.

Why did you give
her a glass of whisky?

- To calm her down, in case the drugs...
- Well, the website you say you consulted

says alcohol should be given to
accelerate the effects of the drugs.

What are you doing? Why
are you doing this? Stop!

You're supposed
to be on my side.

I am on your side.

That's why I don't want you
convicted of something you didn't do.

I did it. I told you.

Murder carries a mandatory
life sentence, Sarah.

You won't see your
children grow up.

- Can I have a word?
- I'm talking with my client.

Three years ago, I got pregnant.

And I'd always said,
if the time wasn't right,

then I'd terminate
the pregnancy.

But when it came
to it I couldn't do it.

So I can't begin to
imagine what it must feel like

having your teenage daughter
begging you to help her to die.

- Are you covering for someone?
- No.

I think you're
covering for your son.

I can't bear to
lose another child.

I can't represent you
if I know you're lying.

- But I'm willing to take the blame.
- Sarah...

Our justice system
doesn't work like that.

Please, Sarah,
let me recall Harry.

Harry...

He had the code.

It wasn't him?

Fraser, my name is Martha,

and I'm trying to
help your mummy.

Now, she told me
that you made a deal

about what happened
the night Jo died.

And that you weren't to
tell anyone what you did.

But... she's in a
lot of trouble now...

..and she needs you to tell us.

Can you do that for
me... and your mum?

Could you tell us... what
happened that night?

Harry went to
watch the football,

but Jo asked me to stay... and look
up something for her on her laptop.

I could see it was
about killing and stuff.

I... I told her I didn't think
we should be looking at this.

But she said, I'd see,
when she was gone.

She said everything
would be better...

Dad would come back.

Mum would be happier.

She was lying.

That was never going to happen.

It's OK, Fraser. Now...

can you tell me how you
got into the drug safe?

She told me Harry had
a code on his phone.

And then?

And how much of her medicines
to put in one of the bags.

The drip bags?

But Harry was still
watching football,

so... she told me to go to bed,

pretend to be asleep

and wait for him to go to sleep.

And later you got up

and you connected the drip?

And I... I gave her whisky
too, cos it... it told me to.

Where was your mum?

Jo told me not to wake her up

until I was sure she
wasn't breathing any more.

She told me this trick, with her
breath on a mirror, so I could tell.

Do you know why Jo
didn't want your mum

to know what you were doing?

She said she'd
only try and stop her.

Jo and Mum were always arguing.

Mum said she was too young,
and... too many people loved her.

Fraser...

did you film her on
your phone that night?

I didn't want to,
but... she told me to.

And do we have this film?

Yes, my Lord.

Is it recording?

Fraser, it's important.

Mum, Dad, I love you both.

But this is what I want.

For a long time...

but most especially now.

And don't blame Fraser - he's
only doing what I've asked him to.

And Harry and Grace
and Fraser, I love you too,

but I just can't do it any more.

Don't cry, baby bro.

Turn it off.

The Crown has considered its
position and, in all circumstances,

we will not be offering
any more evidence.

The defendant is free to go.

And, in the light of Fraser
Stephens' confession, we will...

- review the case.
- No!

Mr. Reader, it's not my
job to advise the CPS,

but might I express
the court's view

that this case be reviewed
as a matter of urgency?

Yes, my Lord.

They're back.

It's over.

We won't prosecute Fraser.

Yeah...

I've known for
months, but, um...

..haven't told anyone...

Er... it's not
easy to say this...

I got your message.

You won, miss!

Everyone should have control
over the manner of their departure.

Jake's resignation
for Shepherds Row.

In one move, he's raised
the IQ of both establishments.

Ah, kids grow up, Billy.

You've got to let them
get on with their own lives.

I, um...

..I want you to be the
next Head of Chambers.

No, no, you don't
need me to do that.

I do, miss...

..because I won't be here.

Because I'm dying.

I've said it now.

That wasn't so bad.

You promising her tenancy...

- So?
- With your hand on her knee?

Look, I'm sorry,
I'm just a bit stressed.

We're all stressed, duckie.
It's the Criminal Bar.

The US want to extradite
my nephew, Rashid.

I'm not an extradition lawyer.

Clive, you've done extradition.

- Never again, because you lose.
- I'm professionally embarrassed.

He's lying! You
know what you said!

I'm warning both of you.

What if I told you that
Rashid was involved?

I wouldn't believe you.

I'd like to make an official
complaint... against Billy.

Help me, please.