All language subtitles for Criminal Justice S02E02 x264 RB58

What kind of a murder is this?

Vicious. Brutal. Frenzied.

D-Did I leave my watch
at your house?

Juliet?
Are you going to tell him?

I know what's happening at home.

I know it's hard.

Now, we're not supposed to
bring the personal into court.

It's just that sometimes it's
difficult to be dispassionate.

- Ooh!
- Daddy!

"So, Dad, did you win

your incredibly important trial
today?"

What did he get?

It's a murder, darling.
It's always life.

Put aside your feelings
and examine the evidence.

And when you do,
I know you'll bring back

the only possible verdict.

It's my husband. He's hurt.

Rose.

Rose?

You're gonna have to talk
about what happened.

And you'll talk to me first.

Nailed her, sir. She coughed.

Did she talk about why?

Did anyone ask her
why she did it?

What time did we finish
writing these?

About an hour ago.

She didn't want a solicitor
in the interview?

Well, she was asked,
but she said no.

It's on tape.

Proper cough, boss.

- I want a rape exam.
- She didn't mention rape.

All the more reason.

The clocks just gone back?

You're an hour out with the
timing of your notes, Constable.

Do you want a biscuit?

Go on.

I used to come here when it was
police accommodation.

My friend lived here.

She was called Susan.

People aren't called Susan
very much any more, are they?

Okay.

Higher and lower vaginal swab.
Some discomfort.

Nothing to write home about.

Dressing gown off.
Lie on the bed, please.

Will it harm my baby?

No bruising,
no tearing, no abrasions.

Oh. So no rape.

So we've got a full confession,

No sign of any physical
or sexual abuse.

But there is a baby.

S-Sorry.

I-I didn't mean to.

Juliet Miller, I'm charging you
with the attempted murder

of your husband.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned

something which you later
rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

C-Can I clean my teeth?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I saw him yesterday.

- I want you to do this.
- Okay.

I mean really do it.

I want Juliet Miller to see the
same faces... yours and mine.

I've got mine on before 12.

Dump it.

- Okay. What's looking runnable?
- Self-defense, maybe.

- Well, you don't sound hopeful.
- She's not talking to me yet.

And if he dies?

Then we look at provocation.

Nobody says it, do they?

If you're an abused woman
and you attack your abuser,

make very sure you kill him.

Because if you don't,
then it's not murder.

Then we can't run provocation.

So is he gonna die?

Jack?

It's not mine.

Stash belongs to me boyfriend.
I'm sick of him.

- I'm not having this one.
- Hello, Angela.

Juliet? Anna Klein. Hello.

Jack's told me all about you.

I'm gonna try and get you bail.
Okay?

- Morning, everyone.
- Morning, sir.

Number three on your list, sir.
Angela Spencer.

Is your name Angela Spencer?

Yeah.

- Date of birth?
- July 16th.

Which year?

Every year.

Uh, 1985, sir.

No objection to bail

if there is an address
for her to go to.

What's the bruising,
Ms. Spencer?

We walked into a door.

You'll have to speak up.

She walked into a door.

118A Bowman Street.

That's me boyfriend's.
I don't want to go there.

Why not?

Because she walks into doors.

Bail hostel?

Uh, there's a bed,
but it's in Leeds.

Good.
I'll bail you to a bail hostel.

Seven days?

I won't get back here.

The hostel will sort out
getting you back for court.

They'll fuck it up
or I'll fuck it up.

- It always fucks up.
- Ms. Woolf?

Will I go inside
if I put me hands up to this?

- Yeah.
- Good. I'll plead.

Angela.

The stash is mine.
It's a fair cop. Whatever.

Angela,
professionally speaking...

Professionally speaking,
my instructions are

I want to go prison
'cause I need a break

and the rehab's better.

Uh, can I take a plea now, sir?

Just to be clear, Ms. Spencer...

Your solicitor will tell you
only plead guilty

if you are guilty,
not for any other reason.

You will go to prison
for six months.

Take her down.

Next.

Number two on your list, sir.

Juliet Miller.
Charged with attempted murder.

Bail position?

Repeated attempts to interfere
with evidence gathering,

and when the defendant saw
her daughter at the station,

her behavior was
extremely unstable.

The daughter is
a probable prosecution witness,

and there's a real fear

that the defendant will attempt
to interfere with her

if granted bail.

Y-You have to let me see her.

Please let me see my daughter.

Please let me see my daughter.

Please let me see my daughter!

Yes, Ms. Klein?

"Extremely unstable."
Any thoughts?

Your Honor,
she saw her 13-year-old daughter

at the police station.

She didn't know she was there
because nobody had told her.

She reacted in the way
that any mother would react.

Of course she was emotional.

What kind of a mother
would she be

if she weren't emotional
under those circumstances?

There is no direct evidence

that she would try to interfere
with any witness.

Except that the defendant
was arrested

actually in the critical
care unit at the hospital

in the middle of the night
trying to get to her husband

and had to be restrained
by two police officers.

Thank you so much.

Bail is refused.

Stay in the court
till the case is finished.

Then call...

No one told me
about the hospital.

It's up to the CPS
how they do things in court.

Yeah. Well, they weren't at the
hospital, were they? You were.

We only arrested her
12 hours ago.

I don't have time
to set up ambushes

to scupper bail applications.

We know a bit more
than you know.

That's all.

Will you excuse me?

Big balls for a Doris.

You know how she got silk?

No.

Well, if she'd have been black,
she'd have got it even younger.

Who's that?

That's one of the neighbors.

Their daughter's best friends
with Ella.

They've agreed to look after her
till Joe gets better.

Call me. We should talk.

Only 219 women QCs at the bar
ever in its entire history.

I don't think your
positive discrimination theory

holds water.

Hello. Norma Fredericks?

Be with you in a moment.

I just need two minutes
with Dr. Rose.

Don't look at me.

Don't you look at me!

Hey.

Hey.

Here you go.

When does the van go?

- After lunch.
- I need me methadone!

Hey. The prison will know that.
You're all right.

- Have you called them?
- They know your needs.

They know you, Ange.

I'm sorry about bail.

Any questions about anything?

Has he woken up?

Not yet.

What will he say, do you think,
when he wakes up?

You're scared of him,
aren't you?

I love him.

They can just carry on
when he's better, can't they?

They?

Ella and Joe...
when I'm in prison.

I mean properly in prison.

It's our job
to stop that happening.

Why?

We're a long way from
instructions on self-defense.

It's a process.

She doesn't even know herself
she's been abused.

Nobody can expect her head
to clear

at the same speed the criminal
justice system moves at.

What abuse, Jack?

How do you get to be
that frightened?

Tell me Juliet Miller
isn't an abused woman.

Come on!

Are you a drug user?

No.

Are you pregnant?

Yes.

Would you now, have you ever,

might you in the future
consider killing yourself?

Come on.

Yes or no?

Come on.

Shall I put "yes"?

Tell me no if it's not yes.

Come on!

You're back, you bitch.

Pack it in, Lola.

Here you go.

Up we get.

You're having a hard time.

But everyone who comes here
is in trouble.

You're no different.

So long as you understand that,
we'll get along fine.

Do you have children?

No.

No. You?

One?

A boy?

No.

How old is she?

"I love him.

I love him 'cause he treats me
like shit.

I love him 'cause I'm really,
really useless

and he's really,
really wonderful."

Ask Jack if you love him.

- Can I go home?
- Why?

Just to get
some of my own clothes.

Is there something wrong
with these?

I took my father's suits
to Oxfam when he died.

My mum said,
"Do they wear gray in Africa?"

A smile costs nothing,
young lady.

Was it your idea to start
taking antidepressants?

I was feeling sad.

How's Joe?

Joe suggested
the antidepressants?

- How do you know about this?
- Am I right?

I had to stop taking them once
I found out that I was pregnant.

You didn't tell him
you'd stopped taking them?

No.

Because you hadn't told him
you were pregnant?

Yes.

Will he be angry?

So you had to hide the fact

that you'd stopped taking
the pills?

I put them in the rubbish.

Why?

He would've found out
that I wasn't taking them.

How would he have found out?

Because he... I don't know.

What?
Would he have counted them?

He was looking after me,
you see.

I-I forget things.

What things do you forget?

Turning the bath off,
the oven on.

Custard.

Custard?

That night, if I hadn't
forgotten to get the c...

What? If you hadn't forgotten
to get the custard, then what?

Are you helping me?

Yes, we are.

They say the solicitors help.

Tell us about the custard.

It was on the shopping list,
but I didn't get it.

I don't remember seeing it
on the list.

I...

I don't even remember
the shopping list.

Maybe there wasn't a list.

- There must have been.
- Why?

Joe said.

Record from the Miller
home computer.

Take a look at 5:00 precisely
on the night of the crime.

Life insurance.

- Whose?
- Joint.

Computer record was cleared
45 seconds later.

She was hiding it.

If it was her.

Statement from the black-cab
driver who took Joe home.

Look at the time
he dropped him off.

"5:00 exactly."

He can't know that.
How can he know that?

- Pips.
- What?

Radio 4.

Cab driver remembers Joe paying

and the pips at 5:00
at exactly the same time.

Even the brilliant Joe Miller
can't be getting out of a cab

and on a computer
at the same time.

No. It was her.

And she wanted to hide
what she was looking at.

Gosh.

She was planning it, Flo.

She's not
some spontaneous domestic.

It's a proper planned shot
at murder.

You look like a little boy.

Hmm?

All pleased
with what you've found.

It's called police work, love.

What did you used to do?

What?

Before Joe.

Nothing.

Nothing?

I needed Joe to survive.

What was your sex life like?

I wasn't very good at it.

He was unhappy about the sex?

Yes.

You wouldn't do what he wants?

What does he want?

Did he rape you?

Let me put it another way.

Did you say no to sex?

I should have been nicer to him.

How is Ella?

When can I see her?

She doesn't want to come here.

Not at the moment.

Can we try for bail again?

Please.

What's the difference
between rape

and saying no to sex?

The answer you get
from a vulnerable client.

You think I was pushing her
too hard?

I've never coached a witness
in my life.

Abused women don't do nods
and winks.

They have to be helped.

It's dishonest not to accept
that.

Anyway, she said she was raped,

so we're up and running
with self-defense.

Taking a knife from the kitchen
to bed with you.

Reasonable force
in proportion to the threat?

It's all we've got.

You didn't answer her question.
How is he?

He's improving. Bastard.

You wish he was dead?

As a lawyer, yeah.

As a woman?

Isn't that our job?

What?

To keep the personal
out of the professional.

Hello. It's...

Hello. It's Ella here.

I'm out and about,
so I can't take your call,

but please leave a message
and I'll call you back.

Norma, it's me.

I don't like it here.

Have you got the phone in there?

No.

She knows when to stop.

How?

When it hurts enough.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

She's really bleeding.

Give me the blade, Ange.

Second day back.

You're a pain in the arse
already.

Need some help in here!

All I'm saying is how is the
reputation of social services

looking in London right now?

- Norma, listen.
- Or to put it another way...

And dropping the bullshit
just for a moment...

Since there's a safe
and suitable middle-class family

who'd be happy delighted to have
Ella Miller right now,

why don't we just
get the hell on with it?

Why do you do this job?

I think the children who live
in this borough need me.

Bloody hell.

We've known her all her life.

I mean, Kate and Ella
started school together.

What's your attitude
to what has happened?

Attitude?

God. That's a word.

Well, to be honest,
we just want to help.

We want to give Ella a normal,
warm place to live.

That's all.

There is something
you need to accept.

Juliet could pose a risk
to Ella.

I'm not prejudging
the criminal proceedings,

but her violence is an
established and undisputed fact.

What are you saying?

We need to be sure
you'll keep Ella safe.

From her mother?

She's in prison.

She'll be safe with us.

And will she go back to Joe
when he's better?

Do you have a view about that?

Norma?

I'm happy.

Juliet's pregnant.

Did you know that?

No.

No. God.

Well, Ella will have to be told.

Yes. Of... Of course.

You knew she was pregnant?

Yeah.

I saw her on the day
that it all happened.

As a patient?

Yeah.

Have you told the police?

No.

Why not?

Well, I don't want to, um,
contradict what she's saying.

Don't you think it's important?

I mean, her mental state.

Well, they'll get
the patient records anyway.

There are no records.

Why not?

Because I didn't see her
at the surgery.

Where did you see her?

Here.

Jesus Christ, Dom.

Why here?

She hates going out.

I mean, really hard
for her to be in public.

And she's a friend.

- Yes.
- You were being kind to her.

Yes.

We're watching you, Ange.

Why do you do it?

For the pain.

Did you do it at home?

I get battered at home.

Don't need to be cutting.

Why does he...

He's jealous.

What's he jealous of?

What isn't he jealous of?

We had a broken drain
in our street once,

and the sewage flooded our flat.

He's down the pub.

When he got back,
he beat the shit out of me

'cause he said I was looking at
the plumber.

Other people's turds
floating about in our kitchen,

and all he's interested in
is me looking at the plumber.

Why don't you leave him?

Why didn't you leave
your husband?

That's... different.

So why'd you stab him?

It's a lock.
They've got nowhere to go.

Self-defense doesn't play

when you've been checking out
how much money you'll get.

I've got to take a statement
from the daughter tomorrow.

Can you imagine
what she's feeling?

- You off home, boss?
- Yeah.

Why you?

What?

A D.I. taking
a witness statement?

Well, she's 13 years old.

I don't want some baby PC
doing it.

Take Flo.

She went downstairs.

Thirty seconds.

She takes three knives
from the kitchen.

Another 60 seconds.

She went back upstairs.

Thirty seconds more.

It's two minutes.

And then what does she do?

She had a nice sit-down.

In interview, she said for...
"quite a long time."

What's that?

Five minutes? More?

We're up to a minimum
of 10 minutes now.

This isn't spontaneous, is it?

This is a cold-blooded bitch.

Why are you so angry
about this one?

That poor girl was in there,
Flo.

I mean, she pulled a knife
out of her dad.

Why wouldn't I be angry?

Mum says you can sleep in here
with me.

What shall we do?

Should we just talk?

Okay.

You're awake.

What did your husband do to you?

Nothing.

Yeah. But what, though?

What does Jack say
he did to you?

That he raped me.

And he didn't?

They asked me.

You you said yeah?

I didn't say no.

You're here
about your medication?

A Dr. Rose contacted us.

Now, these are different

to the antidepressants
you were on before,

but they're fine to take
with the pregnancy.

Do you want some water?

Well, let me see you take them.

Open.

Good girl. Off you go.

Were her antidepressants
prescribed by you?

Yes.

What was the nature
of her depression?

I'm sorry. I'm her doctor.

Why don't you talk to me
as her friend?

Three years ago,

she was stuck in a traffic jam
and she needed to be home.

So she got out of the car
and ran.

Door open. Engine running.

Traffic blocked.

Why?

Good question.

She felt under pressure.

From what?

I've probably said enough.

Joe said something in hospital
before he lost consciousness.

He said your name.

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

What kind of a witness
do you think he'll make?

Well, he's a barrister.
He knows how to do that stuff.

Yes.

She's raw. She's angry.

She hates her mum.
She's a brilliant witness.

I don't want that softened
by some therapy nonsense.

What a dump.

A multi-agency approach...

Well, this agency says to your
agency stop this bollocks now.

Don't let anyone speak
to my witness

who wants to change
the way she thinks.

We think she has PTSD.

Yeah. Well, you think
everyone has PTSD.

What do you suggest?

We leave a 13-year-old totally
wrecked till the trial is over?

How much damage would that do
to her?

We should ask the lawyer.

Josh, can I have a word?

Therapy to treat PTSD
in a 13-year-old girl

whose mother is alleged
to have stabbed her father.

Now or after the trial?

There's case law. Therapy now.

Anything else?

Why don't you ask yourselves

how that poor girl is gonna feel
if Mum gets acquitted?

I mean, what kind of therapy
do you give her then?

You knew, didn't you?
The case law.

But what you've forgotten
is lawyers only give us advice.

I get to decide.

Get on with it.

My job is to help you.

I'm going to talk to you about
dealing with what's happened.

My mum tried to kill my dad.

What's there to talk about?

Do you talk to anyone about it?

My best friend.

What's your friend's name?

Kate.

What do you say to Kate
about what happened?

Is it the same thing
you just said to me?

- No.
- Good.

On a scale of 1 to 10...

where 1's the lowest
and 10's the highest...

where would you put the pain
you feel about what's happened?

Twelve.

I'm going to get that score
right down.

I promise you.

My dad will do that.

Why are we looking at Joe's life

when we've got her sewn up?

I mean, what are they gonna run?

"I was in such immediate fear
of serious injury or death,

that I had to check
the life insurance,

ponder my options
for about five hours,

and then,
completely in proportion

with the very immediate threat
I was facing

from my probably asleep husband,

I stuck the biggest knife
I could find in him

"up to the hilt."

- She was depressed.
- So she'll make a crap witness.

Too narrow.

You've focused in too tight
too soon.

Context is everything.

What context?

Joe Miller had 600 quid in
£20 notes in his trouser pocket

the night he was stabbed.

One of those 20s has some
very interesting prints on it.

- Whose?
- Crack dealer.

Could've gone through dozens
of hands before Joe got it.

Then you look at the drug squad
surveillance log.

Why do you always want me to be
your number two?

Every straight man needs a fool.

Keeping watch?

My boys are my family.

Six hundred quid
in his trouser pocket.

What was he doing
with that kind of cash?

I gave it to him.

He was running
the London Marathon.

I sponsored him.

He kept a note of his sponsors
in his little brown book.

It's not there.

Between you and me,

I'm not too keen of a record
of my financial life being kept.

Joe knows that.

You happy to say that in court?

I've told you, ain't I?

Is it a fixture?

Good.

Yes, he'll be available.

Armed robbery at the Bailey
in July.

Joe's comeback case.

Excuse me.

What do you want?

My boss is interested
in context.

And you're not?

Did I say that?

Have you spoken to Ella?

Not yet.

I'm her godfather.

Look after her for us.

Always.

Where are you going?

Styal.

What?

It's another prison.

- Why?
- I don't know.

They don't give you a reason.
It's just what they do.

The pang of a friend
disgracing herself

and sunk in her esteem

was added
the distressing conviction

that it was impossible for that
friend to be tolerably happy

in the lot she had chosen.

Jane had sent Caroline Bingley
an early answer to her letter

and was counting the days

until she might reasonably hope
to hear again.

Even Elizabeth began to fear
not that Bingley was indifferent

but that his sisters would be
successful in keeping him away.

As for Jane, her anxiety under
this suspense was, of course,

more painful than Elizabeth's.

But whatever she felt
she was desirous of concealing,

- and between herself...
- Mum?

The subject
was never alluded to.

Mummy?

But as no such delicacy
restrained her mother,

an hour seldom passed in which
she did not talk of Bingley,

express her impatience
for his arrival,

or even require Jane to confess
that if he did not come back,

she should think herself
very ill-used.

It needed all Jane's
steady mildness...

Dad?

With tolerable tranquillity.

When Miss Bingley's letter
arrived,

it put an end to doubt.

The very first sentence conveyed
the assurance

of their being all settled
in London for the winter

and concluded
with her brother's regret

at not having had time
to pay his respects

to his friends in Hertfordshire
before he left the country.

Hope was over, entirely over.

And when Jane could attend
to the rest...

Dad?

- She found little...
- Dad?

That could give her any comfort.

Daddy!

Miss Darcy's praise occupied...

- Dad!
- Ella, wake up.

Her many attractions...

- Dad!
- Dad?

And Caroline boasted joyfully

Ella. Dad?

What's wrong?

- Ella?
- Dad?

Ella, wake up, sweetheart.

Wake up.

It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's okay. It's okay.

Bingo.

- Jane.
- Jane Grady.

She said you said
Joe didn't rape you,

that you made it up
to keep us happy.

Yes.

Yes, you said it
or yes, it's true?

What she says is corroborated

by the physical evidence...
Or lack of it.

There is no sign of rape.

We're in trouble.

We can get at this witness.

She's got form for dishonesty,
and what she's getting in return

for grassing you up
is an interesting question,

but you've got to be straight
with us, Juliet.

We really badly
want to help you.

But we can't do it
unless you start talking to us.

Sorry.

I don't think you're being
dishonest.

I just think you're scared.

There's something
that you're not telling us.

He can't get to you anymore.

There is something, isn't there?

I'm saying this because
I want what's best for you.

That's all I care about.

Shutting things away
never helps.

She's your mum.

I think you need to see her.

It can be as short a visit
as you like.

This is not about her.

This is for you, Ella.

Six o'clock slap.

What?

Used to do me makeup at 6:00.

Why?

For when he got home.

It upset him to see the damage
that he'd done to me.

So I covered it up for him.

Oh.

Yeah. You look great.

You go and see your daughter.

Yo.

Was it Jane?

What?

That's what they do
with grasses...

Move them to keep them safe.

No. It... It wasn't Jane.

You having this visit or what?

Oh.

Ella?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Please look at me.

Ella, please.

Why, Mum?

Daddy was just trying to
look after you.

My lovely girl.

I did it for you.

Jack?

When... When can I call you?

Well, do you think...
Do you think I'll get bail?

What do you say about
the confession in interview?

Don't look so surprised,
Ms. Klein.

Contrary to what you like
to believe,

some judges do read the papers
before a hearing.

We'll be arguing that
the interview is inadmissible

because there was no solicitor
present.

You mean she sounds
incredibly cold-blooded

and you'd rather the jury
didn't hear it?

She was suffering from shock.

Well, I shall look forward
to hearing your argument.

Now, bail.

Um, you're the trial judge.

Mm.

Has Joe Miller appeared
in front of you?

Of course. Many times.

And I'm being very careful
to exclude

all personal considerations from
my professional deliberations.

When do we all get
your defense statement?

We're working on it.

Fascinating to see
what the defense will be.

Mr. Holloway, bail.

It's the Crown's view
that there's a real fear

of the defendant failing
to attend her trial

if granted bail.

The evidence is strong
and getting stronger.

She's unstable, she's depressed,

she's pregnant,
and she has nowhere to live.

Your Honor, all good
reasons for granting her bail.

Where is a depressed pregnant
woman going to disappear to?

She hasn't got the wherewithal
to abscond.

Where would she go?

There's a place in a hostel
for battered women.

What evidence is there of that?

My solicitor spoke to the hostel
this morning.

Of her being a battered woman.

An eloquent silence, Ms. Klein.

I am not going to grant
this bail application.

Of course, my ruling on bail

doesn't mean that I don't have
a completely open mind

on every issue
when this comes to trial.

Well, thank you, Your Honor.

If I can keep the personal
out of court, Ms. Klein,

then so can you.

How are the children,
Mr. Holloway?

Fine. Thank you, Your Honor.

Good.

I was his pupil.

Right.

- Coffee?
- Fuck off.

Bail has been refused.

I'm really sorry.

Juliet?

I-I've got to go.

Okay?

Juliet?

I wish I was pregnant.

Why?

I like babies.

Have you got children?

Gone now.

Where?

Just gone.

I was young.

Do you want me to keep talking
to you?

Yes, please.

What names are you thinking of?

I don't know.

What names do you like?

I like Daniel for a boy...

and Sarah for a girl.

Do you reckon it will be a boy?

I think so.

You all right?

Yes.

Thanks.

"If you ask for a promotion
this week,

you could get
a positive answer."

Oi, grass.

What?

Help! Help!

Shh. Shh, shh, shh.

The sugar in the water
means it sticks to the skin

and it won't cool down.

The pain goes on and on.

Who did this?

BP is falling.

Are we all right?

- Heart rate's up at 130.
- 250 mils of Voluven.

Lungs okay.

Slow down.
He's not going anywhere.

Ready?

No! Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Daddy! No!

What is it?

It's your husband.

I'm afraid he's dead.

Thanks.

I can't...

Please. No.

Anna?

It's a murder now.

You go into that courtroom

and you let that jury know that
you are your father's daughter.

Push!

We're finding you a place
on a mother-and-baby unit.

You'll have to go
in front of a board

to decide if you're suitable.

If you're so convinced

Juliet Miller is a cold-blooded
murderer,

why are you against me looking
at Joe?

He's not in charge anymore.

You are.

You can tell us about your dad.

How much you miss him.

I don't think I could go on
without my baby.