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Alright Mar, I was
passing and I thought,

"What happened to the girl
that broke my teenage heart?"

I will not take lectures in
chambers politics from a man

who took £50,000

in backhanders from Micky Joy,
the most corrupt solicitor of all time.

You're a grass.

Why am I here, Micky?

Technically, I'm on bail.

It's just that I can never
leave, so anything I want, I get.

Did Sean McBride put a gun to
Jimmy Monk's head and pull the trigger?

I didn't do this but
it looks like I did.

- I need you, Martha.
- You're practically a witness

- and you're representing him.
- You're jealous.

You're in. There is one thing
I will be asking for in return.

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

You'd need a big drink.

I want you to be the
next Head of Chambers.

I won't be here
because I'm dying.

We are very lucky to have
two outstanding candidates.

Three. Three candidates.

I'm not a liar.

I think you lie about
everything. You're going down.

Help!

No, nothing stolen.

Yeah. No, we think
maybe he was disturbed.

Clive!

First on at ten.

Back at the Bailey, but this
time on the right side of the fence.

It's a big heroin importation.

Otherwise known as
putting away vicious bastards.

Welcome back.

So, are you pulling out?

Or are you going to
carry on representing

the psychopath who attacked me?

- What did you do to make him attack you?
- What sort of question is that?

He went for me, Marth. It's me.

You must have done something.

What, like point out how
incredibly guilty he is?

You can't hear that, can you?

What's he doing to you?

Don't go silent.
Bloody well talk to me.

What will it take for you
to see what he really is?

Shall I make a suggestion?

The gun. I'd bet my life on it
being a Browning pistol. Why?

Because that's the gun the
British Army used up until last year.

Are you going to run
that past Sean? Martha!

Look, you're not in this case any
more so why don't you keep out!

Sir?

Con, sir. Eight o'clock.

Eight?

Police station.

What?!

Cracked rib.

Spent a couple of hours
in the hospital wing.

The con in the bed next to me

had had scalding hot
water thrown in his face.

Yeah... and they
put sugar in it.

Why sugar?

It makes the skin keep
burning after the face has dried

and it's a Monk
family trademark.

His face was still boiling.

Have you slept?

How can I sleep?

I'm supposed to be alert.

This trial ends my
life if I don't stay sharp.

Well, have you asked
about moving cells?

My cell-mate's an headcase
but he's not tried to kill me.

Why did you go for Clive?

He said I was guilty.

I can't have a brief
who thinks that.

So it's just you and me now.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I think that's good, Mar.

Look at me.

Don't you dare mess me about.

Did you do this?

No.

What's all this?

My new case - big
drugs trial that's pleading.

Supergrass.

What's he smiling at?

He's the officer in charge.

How much time off have you
promised your supergrass?

We didn't.

He's not charged with anything.

Then why would
he grass people up?

The weapon was held directly
against the skin when it was fired.

Where?

Behind the left ear at
the base of the skull,

angled slightly downwards.

Are you able to help us

with the physical
positions of killer and victim

at the moment
the shot was fired?

The angle of the entry and exit
wounds suggests that the killer

stood behind the victim,

and the victim was on
his knees when he died.

Type of weapon?

Browning 9mm pistol.

And is this a common
weapon in Manchester?

No.

Based on all your years
of experience, Ms Buchan,

are you able to
characterise this shooting?

Yes. It was an execution.

Thank you.

Was a cartridge
recovered from the scene?

- No.
- So the killer took it away?

- I can't say.
- But that's the obvious implication.

Some cartridges stay
in the weapon after firing.

But not with a 9mm pistol.

- No.
- So why are you saying that?

What, are you hoping
I wouldn't know?

You've looked at the
database for guns of this type.

- Yes.
- In the Greater Manchester area.

Yes.

Now, my Learned Friend wants to
suggest that the chances of this gun

not being the one owned
by the defendant are small.

- I can't comment on that.
- That's right, she can't.

The data you looked at is based
on guns recovered by the police.

Yes.

So you've no idea

how many unrecovered guns there
are in the Greater Manchester area.

Now, how many 9mm pistols
are there in London right now?

- I don't have those figures.
- Why not?

- This was a Manchester-based suspect.
- But the gun hasn't been found.

No.

So you can't say
where it was from.

I was told.

You were told? Sorry,
sorry, sorry. You were told?

When things go wrong,
this is how they go wrong.

I'm sorry?

This prosecution,
these police officers, you.

What are you all saying?

We've found our man, now
let's make the evidence fit.

Well, that is the
wrong way round

and this is how miscarriages
of justice happen.

It should be - look at
the evidence and see

- who fits it.
- Is this a speech?

It's a description of
everything that's wrong

with the prosecution and
police culture in this country.

Just put your
case, Miss Costello.

You can't be sure
it was a 9mm pistol

because you need
the cartridge for that.

The striations caused by its
journey down the barrel of the gun

tell you what the weapon was.

So you can't say what
this type of gun was,

and anyway, you don't know
how rare a 9mm pistol is in the UK

because your statistical
database is too narrow.

And that was all performance.

Ask the question, sit down
before it can be answered

and then the question becomes
the answer. It's a dishonest technique.

- Ms Buchan!
- I'm sorry.

What I should have said is that
Miss Costello is doing her job,

which, unless she believes
everything her clients tell her,

means her working life
is one big performance.

Hello, miss. My test results have
come back and it's not good news.

My, er, PSA levels are up...

from eight to 35 so...

..the cancer is moving.

You have to tell people.

I can't, miss.

Well, I hope we can
keep this fairly informal.

And can I ask everyone to
try and be as civil as possible?

This is not the Old Bailey.

- Are you all right?
- Mm.

Just tell them the
truth. You'll be fine.

He said that he could get
me a place in chambers.

And how did that make you feel?

Incredibly happy.

But I felt that
something was wrong.

I didn't know why
he was helping me.

- Well, did you ask?
- I tried to.

- And?
- He stopped me.

How?

He put his hand on my knee.

Did he say anything?

He said that there was something
I could do for him in return.

And how did that make you feel?

Trapped.

Jake? Drink. Just us boys.

When did you make the
official complaint about Billy?

- I don't remember exactly.
- Well, I can tell you.

It was September 19th.

Right, yes, yes.

Now, in those 17 days
between the incident in the pub

and you making the complaint,
were you unsure about what to do?

Yes.

And who did you
talk to about it?

Harriet.

And what did she say?

- She wanted me to pursue the allegation.
- No, sorry,

Amy, her words. What were they?

"Stand up to him."

Do Harriet and Billy get along?

No.

How would you describe
relations between them?

- They're not good.
- They despise each other.

They're involved in a
huge power struggle

for control of the Clerks' room.

And Harriet would be
delighted to see the back of Billy.

And it's right, isn't it,

that since you've been
watching Clive Reader in court

you've developed a
real zeal for prosecuting?

And who champions
prosecuting work

- in the Clerks' room?
- Harriet.

And who thinks
we should be doing

- only defence work?
- Billy.

Thank you.

Right, back here tomorrow.

Just going to make
a couple of calls.

Cheers.

I don't drink any more.

Right. Wow.

Look at LaMotta.

Destroyed by drink.

Is that how high
you're aiming, Jake?

I don't know, mate,
but don't laugh at me.

We've all got to
do the best we can.

No, that's not right. We've
all got to BE the best we can.

How's Billy?

- Politics.
- Sorry?

What the hell else was that?

Amy's making it all up
because Harriet is forcing her to?

- What?!
- It's...

- Dishonest.
- It's not as simple as that, Clive.

Isn't it? Did Billy
proposition Amy?

Or was he just being a harmless
Jack-the-lad Senior Clerk?

Sounds simple enough to me.

But you're turning it
into an attack on Harriet,

which is basically
an attack on me.

That's not real
defence, it's politics.

If you and her turn Shoe
Lane into a prosecution set,

w-w-what am I
supposed to do? Join in?

Turn my brain upside down?

Who do you think I am, Clive?

So, I'm right. It's politics.

Look, I can't...

What?

You can't what?

- Where are you going?
- Con.

You're late.

Micky.

They'll find the gun.

The police.

- You know I'm not...
- We're all after the same thing.

What's that?

Saving Martha Costello.

I want you to survive.

I want you to pay off your debt.

If I become Head of Chambers,
I'll need strong women at the Bar.

What are you saying?

This is your big chance.

Take this witness.

Go on, then.

The accused was arrested
approaching his car.

Where was that?

Hounslow West tube station,

a couple of stops from
Heathrow on the Piccadilly line.

- The blue line.
- I'm sorry?

It... It's the
dark-blue tube line.

That's correct.

Thank you.

Where's your leader, Miss Lang?

She asked me to
take this witness.

This is a big witness.

Yes, I know.

How did he come to be arrested?

We received an anonymous phone
call from a member of the public

saying there was a
man behaving oddly.

Now, we've been told
that taking a spent cartridge

away from the scene

usually indicates that
it's a professional job.

It's removing evidence we
might connect to the perpetrator

- or the murder weapon.
- Professional.

- Yes.
- And it was a head shot execution.

- Yes.
- Professional?

It looks that way.

So nobody was disturbed, nobody
heard a gunshot in the hotel?

No.

Professional.

Yes.

So, a professional killer who
relied on meticulous planning

and took great
care over his work...

who also leaves his fingerprints
all over a crime scene.

What are you saying?

I'm saying Sean was
there waiting for Jimmy,

drinking a glass of
water, reading a magazine,

straightening a picture on
the wall, while he was waiting.

Jimmy didn't show. Sean left.

We think he was trying
to put Jimmy at his ease.

Are there two glasses of water?

No.

OK, so, Sean was
drinking but Jimmy wasn't.

Are any of Jimmy's prints
on any of the magazines?

No.

So, Sean was reading a
magazine in Jimmy's presence?

Oh, and was he straightening
the picture on the wall

to put Jimmy at his ease?

Is... Is that what you're
trying to suggest?

All the fingerprint evidence points
to Sean being in that room alone

and, basically, you know that.

I don't buy that.

Well, what evidence is
there that Sean and Jimmy

were in the same
room at the same time?

Jimmy arrived after Sean left.

Someone else killed him.

That's why the only Jimmy
print is on the door handle.

He arrived at room 1044,
went to open the door,

he was jumped from behind
by whoever was in room 1045,

pushed into the room,
forced to his knees

and shot in the head.

That's very fanciful,
Miss Costello.

Is Jimmy's fingerprint on
the outside door handle?

- Yes, it is.
- And Jimmy didn't leave, did he?

- No.
- On account of him being dead.

So he must have left the print
when he came into the room.

- Yes.
- Is it on top

or is it under Sean's print?

On top.

So Sean's print is older.

Did Jimmy's print have
to be re-moisturised?

No.

Because it was
newer and fresher.

Because he arrived later,

after Sean had left.

Sean McBride had a motive.

And he's a liar.

He lied about owning a gun.

Some coincidence if it
wasn't him, Miss Costello.

When you interviewed him
at the police station, you said,

"This is an open and
shut case, Seany."

And that describes
your attitude, doesn't it?

Game over.

Jamming a square
peg in a round hole.

I'm not going to lie
to you. Can I say this?

I don't know until you say.

After 20 years in this job...

..I know a guilty
man when I see one.

Tea break.

What the hell are you doing

leaving Amy to take on
a witness as big as him?

What am I doing to Amy?
What are you doing to Amy?

I mean, Amy the fantasist?

Amy that makes up stories
about being sexually harassed?

Look to yourself, Martha.

If I were to catch you coaching a
witness halfway through this trial,

I'd finish you.

Shall I tell you your problem?

Something tells
me you're going to.

You've got Sean on room 1044

but you haven't got Jimmy on
Sean, which is impossible, frankly,

given the forensic evidence
we've just been hearing.

Somebody else killed Jimmy Monk.

Jacket.

No jacket.

There's none of
Jimmy's blood on Sean

because he got
rid of the evidence

in the two hours between
the murder and his arrest.

Dump the jacket, wash
your hands, no blood.

It's impossible, frankly,

that a silk with your
experience wouldn't know that.

What were you
hoping, Miss Costello?

That we were less
clever than you?

I've been in this job now,
what, nearly 20 years, Officer?

And I know a bent
copper when I see one.

We found the gun.

This morning.

It's a Browning 9mm pistol
with a red stripe on the handle

and I can give you the
heads up on the forensics.

Jimmy Monk's blood is on it.

Looks like we've
got Jimmy on Sean.

Martha!

Jesus!

I didn't do it! I
didn't do this!

- OK. Who found the gun?
- A police officer because guess what?

He was looking for it
because that's his job.

Where?

Rough ground 300 yards
from where Sean parked his car.

New evidence happens, Martha.

The world doesn't stop
because we're all in here.

They were looking for the gun, they
found the gun, you're going down.

He's dangerous.

Are you deaf? Does this man
make you deaf and stupid?

Just because they've
pulled the rabbit out of a hat.

- What rabbit?
- The gun. They found the gun.

He knew.

What? Who knew?

Clive?

He did it, Marth.

He's a violent man, he's a soldier
who's completely lost his head.

He beat up his
ex all the time...

- Sorry, and how do you know that?
- Because I asked her.

I asked all the questions
you're too frightened to ask

and she gave me all the
answers. Seany killed Jimmy.

What did you just say?

Seany killed Jimmy.

Right, let's have Bethany in.

Has Billy given
Amy money before?

Yes.

What for?

Um, cabs home.

Drinks.

Does she have debts?

£53,000.

And did Billy know that?

Yes.

So he understood that
getting a place in chambers

was incredibly important to Amy.

And that was the
background against which

they went for a drink together?

- Were you in the same pub they went to?
- Yes.

Did you see what happened?

What happened, Bethany?

He put his hand on her knee.

How would you characterise
the way he was being with her?

Was what Billy was doing of an
inappropriate sexual character?

No.

- Sorry?
- No.

Well, that's not what
you've been telling Harriet.

Hand on knee, arm
around the back of her -

if that's not inappropriate
behaviour I don't know what is.

It's the behaviour
of a dying man.

A dying man trying to show
the world that he's not dying...

..trying to be all the things
that he can't be any more.

Billy?

Amy will stay.

Right.

And she'll vote for you.

I think you've got
your nose in front.

Are you sure you're OK?

Yeah.

Thank you.

For what?

For... working so hard for me.

I wouldn't do it
for just anyone.

Wouldn't you?

I can't think of anything
else I'd rather be doing.

Really?

Nothing else?

I miss home.

What?!

Hm!

For the first time in, what,
20 years, I'm feeling homesick.

Sorry.

It's fine. I miss it too.

They've moved me.

I'm not in with that
headcase any more.

- Good.
- Mm.

Who are you in with now?

Oh, it's a two.
But I'm on my own.

The screws keep
telling me I'm special.

Say they're saving the other bed
for someone with the same interest.

What do you mean?

I'm not safe.

They're telling me they
won't be able to help me

when someone comes for me.

The only thing to do
is send a message.

And what does that mean?

Fight back.

Let the bastards know they
won't have it all their own way.

You're right.

We need to fight back.

If it was allowed, I'd kiss
you now, Martha Costello.

Your remark in the
defendant's interview.

"This is an open and
shut case, Seany."

Yes?

He's not called Seany.
No-one calls him that.

Well, apart from
you... and one other.

- Who?
- You tell me.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You're a liar.

And you're starting
to look very desperate.

Lloyd Brannigan.

The man with the key to the
drawer in the office, in The Electric,

where the gun was kept.

Where did you two meet?

We haven't. Not
before this investigation.

Seany?

The pair of you with the same
name for the defendant? Really?

Is that it?

Is that your killer point?

It's a coincidence.

I'm that kind of man. Every
good copper likes a nickname.

Now, what you said to me - turn
it around and apply it to yourself.

- Sorry?
- You decided your man was innocent

and you're trying to
make the evidence fit.

Square peg, Miss
Costello, round hole.

Brannigan works for you.

- No.
- Has to be.

Has to?

Has to?!

All the evidence points to Sean

and the logic of this
prosecution is overwhelming.

It's crushing you
and all you've got

is one tiny little hole with
which to breathe through.

Lloyd Brannigan.

Let me be clear.

On the lives of my children...

I swear to you that I've
never met Brannigan before.

- One thing I hated in life.
- What's that?

- Being a child.
- Your parents...

No, no, no, no.
They were all right.

Bit small, but otherwise fine.

It was other
children I disliked.

I was a grown-up
trapped in a child's body.

I knew I was a grown-up
from the age of about five,

because I thought all other
children were wasting their time -

being children.

That's the thing about
the Catholic faith.

Teaches you to
take life seriously.

You pay attention.

My fifth birthday. I'm trying
to find the courage to dive in.

I remember it as
if it was yesterday.

It's the last moment in my life

before I started to
think about death.

Everybody goes, Billy.

There are three
things that matter.

The manner of your going.

What you leave behind.

And where you're
going afterwards.

Send him in.

You were right about the gun.

The jacket.

- What?
- You'll find the jacket.

I think you're getting confused.
You mean they'll find the jacket.

Never been sharper.
Sharp like a paper cut.

- You, not they.
- How do you know all this?

You'll find out soon enough.

Excuse me.

Er, tea, please.

- Are the toilets that way?
- Yeah, down the end.

Get rid of 'em. I
don't need protecting.

I'm not frightened of anyone.

I need your help.

Help with what?

Sean McBride.

When he was arrested,

they brought him to the
police station that I'm staying at.

And then what?

They put me in a cell with him.

Asked me if I'd mind
cosying up to Sean McBride.

- And did you?
- He didn't trust me.

So, they did that thing
they do, the Old Bill.

What's that?

They beat the crap out of me, in
front of him. Then he trusted me.

And did you then
have a conversation

connected to the offence
which he'd been arrested for?

Why are you smiling?

I always forget how up itself
the language has to be in here.

Did he cough?

I don't know.

You tell me.

What did he say?

He said, "They
won't find the jacket."

You've been
living the good life.

Everything you ask for,
given to you by the police.

Yes.

- And kept safe?
- Yeah.

So, the... the Metropolitan Police
are your own private bodyguards.

If you like.

So, you've grassed
lots of other people up.

- Only, two days ago, you...
- Big drug dealers.

18 years each.

And how much is
this evidence worth?

What does Micky Joy,
supergrass of the century, cost?

The highest possible price.

And in exchange,

you will say anything to
keep your paymasters happy.

To keep yourself
safe and protected,

you will say whatever
they want you to say.

Only the truth.

But you are lying
about Sean McBride.

I've got no reason to do that.

No amount of money

or possessions,
or even my own life,

come anywhere
close to what I'm after.

It's my last chance.

The people you send away,
they always get you in the end.

This is the last thing I'll do.

Am I going to lie?

What do you think?

I've got something for you.

Let's go.

- Talk to me.
- What?

When I'm in the witness box.

- Make it like we're just talking.
- It doesn't work like that.

What happened?

- I arranged to meet Jimmy.
- Where?

- The hotel. Room 1044.
- And did he turn up?

- No.
- What did you do?

I left.

And that's it?

That's it.

Did you kill Jimmy Monk?

No, I didn't.

- You went to make a protection payment?
- Yes.

Where's the money?

You went to pay Jimmy.
You say he didn't turn up.

You took the three
grand away with you.

Where is it?

Stolen.

Stolen?!

After I left the hotel, I
went to a cafe. It was busy.

I went to the counter to
ask for a... second cup of tea.

I didn't see what happened.

One minute it was there,
the next minute it was gone.

You can't really expect
this jury to believe that!

You lied about the gun.

Yes.

The 9mm pistol with the red
stripe on the handle is yours.

Yes.

So, how did it come to be
200 miles away from your office,

in your nightclub, hidden
in some rough ground,

a very short distance away
from your car in West Hounslow?

- I don't know.
- And you don't know, presumably,

why your gun had Jimmy
Monk's blood and brains all over it?

No.

It's all coming apart,
isn't it, Sean McBride?

I didn't kill him.

I did not kill him!

Is this your jacket?

Yeah.

Were you wearing it when
you arrived at the hotel?

- Yes.
- And were you wearing it

when you approached your car
in West Hounslow tube station?

No.

- How many lies can one man tell?
- What?

It wasn't stolen,
was it? Was it?!

No.

You hid it.

Yeah.

Look at the right sleeve. It has
a blood stain down by the cuff.

- I panicked.
- What?

I-I went to... room 1044. I...
I waited. Jimmy didn't show.

- That's...
- Let me finish!

The thing about a violent temper

is that when it comes out, it
doesn't care who it goes for.

Girlfriend - punch her.

Barrister - shout at her.

Murder victim...

bang.

I left.

When I was walking away from
the hotel, that's when I saw him.

Who?

Jimmy.

He was heading towards
the back of the hotel.

He went up the fire escape and
in through a door on the tenth floor.

I followed him. I
got to room 1044.

The door was open.
It... it didn't seem right.

I looked inside.
There was a body.

Jimmy.

I went inside. My training
kicked in. I felt for a pulse.

The blood - that's how
it got on the sleeve.

He was dead.

Ah... And then it hit me.

I'd been set up.

Me fingerprints everywhere. So,
I ran. Back down the fire escape.

I got rid of the jacket
in the toilets of the cafe

by stuffing it out the window

and I got arrested in the
car park at the tube station.

So, where's the money?

There was no money.

I went to the hotel
room to sort things out.

I wanted to do to Jimmy
what he'd done to me.

But I never got the
chance to slap him around.

Cos somebody killed him.

Recall me.

What?

Get me back in the witness box.

Trust me.

I'll give you the truth.

- No.
- You'll change your mind.

Don't you ever
come near me again.

What are you afraid of?

Billy?

Trust him.

What do you want to say?

Everybody's wrong.

I don't understand.

It's about killing two
birds with one stone.

- That was the plan.
- Whose plan? The police?

Bigger than that.
More than that.

Who?

Has there been a recent
break-in at Shoe Lane?

- Yes.
- Was anything taken?

- No.
- Which room was the burglar in?

Mine.

You checked that nothing
had been taken out,

but did you check that
anything had been put in?

They've been listening to you.

- They?
- The Monk family.

Sean McBride was set up.

Jimmy Monk was
wild and out of control

and the Monk family
wanted rid of him.

But you can't do that
to one of your own

without making it look
like something else.

They killed Jimmy and
made it look like it was Sean

and then carried on making
it look like it was Sean.

The out-of-control
family member dead

and the upstart business
competitor banged up for ever.

Brannigan...

Why don't we stay away from
the foot soldiers and the specifics?

You've all done
enough damage here.

I'm giving you the big truth.

You take it from me.
Sean McBride is innocent.

First you're a
prosecution witness,

then you're a witness
for the defence.

How can you be both
and expect to be believed?

That's the point.

That's the whole of the point.

I'm not a prosecution witness.

I'm not a defence witness.

And I can't be both,
because I'm neither.

There's a third way, Miss
Warwick, Miss Costello...

..and it's the
first casualty here

and in every courtroom
I've ever known.

And you know what it is.

Because it doesn't fit.

It never fits.

It's not what any of you want.

It's called the truth.

There. I'm done.

I've got nothing more to say.

- I'm entitled to re-examine you.
- Are you?

Are you entitled to
question me? Either of you?

With your wigs and your gowns
and your one-eyed way of seeing?

Mr Joy!

I've just told you everything
I think about everything.

I've sworn on this Bible
and it's what I'll be judged on.

Mr Joy!

Members of the jury,

I am directing you to ignore what
Mr Joy has said in the witness box.

It may have been passionate,
but it is not evidence

and it doesn't
belong in this court.

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

We have.

Do you find the
defendant guilty...

or not guilty of murder?

Guilty.

You lose your heart to every
case you take, don't you?

Passion, conviction,
fearlessness.

All of them admirable qualities,

and all of them qualities
shared by DCI Fitzpatrick.

- He's...
- The other side of the same coin.

- No.
- You only see what you need to see.

- Look at the jacket.
- What?

The blood on the sleeve
means Sean's guilty, doesn't it?

Fitzpatrick wins, you lose.

The blood on the right sleeve.

The wound behind the left ear.

The killer's
left-handed. Sean isn't.

You win.

- I didn't think...
- No, you didn't.

You lost a game
you could have won.

Game?

And there's another
game to play tomorrow

and, like all games, it's
about winning and losing,

and that means
everyone in it is corrupted.

After 35 years a lawyer...

..finally...

..at the death...

I've stopped playing the
game and I told the truth.

I can't tell you
how good that feels.

- What are you saying?
- I'm telling you.

Begging you.

Walk away.

No. Run.

Run for your life.

Martha.

- Where is it?
- Where's what?

They've been listening to us.

What do you mean,
they've been listening to us?

What are you talking about?

See!

It was me.

The jacket.

Micky told me where to find it.

I was trying to protect you.

Ohh...!

Ohh...

How are you?

Mm.

I'd come back.

What?

If you ask me...

..I'll come back.

The one way to bring
chambers together

is to gather round
the fight for survival.

The Criminal Bar and the Family
Bar will die if we don't fight now.

In this election,

there is one candidate who
wants us only to prosecute,

and one who wants us to defend.

I...

want to fight for both.

Who am I?

I am the only realist.

Prosecuting is
the only way to go.

Harriet has us set
up with the CPS.

Lots of you have
had work from Nicola.

I have an assurance
from her that from now on,

Shoe Lane will be her
only chambers of choice.

She's briefing us and only us.

But there's a catch.

It's a lot of work and we
have to be able to cover it all.

We have to tell her that, from
now on... we are a prosecution set.

We don't defend.

Vote for me...

and I'll give you jobs for life.

Who am I?

Votes for Miss Warwick?

22.

Votes for Mr Reader?

22.

Er...

Amy...

Your vote for Head of Chambers.

I love Shoe Lane and I want
all of you to come with me

as we move forward into
this new stage in our history.

Prosecuting.

I know we can do it

and I am as sure as I have
ever been that, years from now,

we will all look back,
together, on this moment

as the springboard into a...
a brighter and better future.

Thank you.

Where's Martha?

Billy?

- Jake.
- Billy.

- OK.
- I'm here.

Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- I've got you.
- OK. Yeah.

Martha, it's me.

Where are you?

Miss!

Miss!