All language subtitles for Criminal Justice (2008) - S01E05 - Episode 5 (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Panda)_Subtitles01

I want to tell the truth.

The truth can go to hell.

And if you don't get that
into your head right now,

forget about
the rest of your life.

Do you believe he didn't do it?

Ben didn't murder Melanie Lloyd.
If he didn't, who did?

That's the wrong question!

By the time I've finished
with Melanie Lloyd,

the jury will have her down
as borderline satanic.

Reckless and dangerous,
don't you think?

Where's this going,
Ms. Slaughter?

You think I killed her.

I'm saying I love you, Ben.

And nothing will change that.

Being a listener in this place
is like being a priest.

Roll up your sleeve.

I don't want to.

You'll be back for more.
Sooner or later.

"Everyone knows
who did the Stock Hill murder."

Why don't you, Box?

This prosecution is safe.

Mr. Stone will not be blowing
anything out of the water.

I want results
on both cases, Box.

You set this up?

You're his?

Is the defense case

that Robert Lloyd
murdered his daughter?

This is wrong!

Both will tell us
of the Good Samaritan

and what he was doing
at the time you suggest

he was murdering
his own daughter.

What did you want to be?

What mattered to you
before you came in here?

Football.

I had a trial with West Ham.

You didn't get in?

It was me and another kid
from school.

What, they took him and not you?

Mm-hmm.

Do you want me to find him,
have him killed?

What?

Um...

You can have
anything you want in here.

If you have the right friends.

I think you're going down.

I want you
to get used to that idea.

Makes it easier when it happens.

The temperature
regularly tops 100 degrees,

and the roads are often no more

than tracks of mud or sand.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

Just think.

This time tomorrow
you'll be in your own bed.

See you around.

Hooch...

No.

Don't lie to me.

I let you down, betrayed you.

That's all.

What did you have for breakfast?

Five cigarettes.

You nervous?

It's my first murder.

Me too.

You did not commit this murder.

What standard of proof

does the prosecution
need to reach

before you can convict
this defendant?

You must be sure
beyond all reasonable doubt.

Nothing less will do.

What you are about to do now

is probably
the single most important duty

you will ever be asked
to perform.

The consequences are profound.

The stakes could not be higher.

Now go and consider
your verdict.

- Question from the jury?
- No.

- Verdict?
- Could be good.

It's a murder trial.

It would be indecent to convict
him after an hour and a half.

All rise.

Will the foreman please stand?

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

Yes.

Do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty of murder?

Guilty.

This was a vicious
and evil murder.

Right from the moment you
committed this terrible crime,

you have done
everything possible

to obstruct
the judicial process.

Thank goodness the police,

the prosecution, and this jury

have had the good sense
to see past your deviousness.

The criminal justice system

is too strong for you,
Ben Coulter.

There is only one sentence
I can pass,

and that is one
of life imprisonment.

Take him down.

I know
what a bad man looks like.

I know what he smells like.

That stink is in
every single breath I take.

I live me life with them
down there.

I'm your real jury.

You didn't do this.

Believe me.

Lifer's are supposed to get
their own cell.

As you know,
we don't have the space.

Okay. You're a con. So you work.

Kitchens.

It's a good job.

Work hard, you keep it.

Wait. Flitcroft.

Why you doing this?

Why are you giving him
the best job?

It's because you don't think
he did it, isn't it?

Good night, boys.

You're not eating.

No, I'm thinking.

You know how it is with men.

Thinking and eating
at the same time.

Way too hard.

You've always done that.

What?

Self-deprecating jokes get you
out of answering hard questions.

You lost a trial.

In my experience it's very rare
for the jury to get it wrong.

Look...

It's lonely as hell
when you lose, but...

another day, another brief.

You look across a table
at someone new

who very badly needs your help,

and with wig and gown,

you go on
and you fight for them.

Hello?

Ben?

I just wanted to say that, um,

I don't blame you.

It's not your fault.

Okay?

Bye.

Present narrator, his childhood,

and the terrible history...

Move on.

Featherweight.

Make a wish.

I came to apologize.

- I made some mistakes.
- Yes, you did.

But that doesn't mean
we can't make this right again.

You know, you're the first
barrister to ever come here.

20 whatever years

of conferences at chambers.

Never once here.

You're a real rule-breaker
in every sense.

What about the boyfriend?
Stuart Napier.

- Yeah, what about him?
- It's not Ben, it's not dad.

You want to know what I think?

I think we had a 10% chance
of getting a not guilty

out of this bang-to-rights
true bill.

And you blew that chance.

- Live with it.
- I can't.

Are you gonna help him?

When did you last see Melanie?

We were supposed to meet up
the night she died.

But you didn't?

Look, the trial's over,
isn't it?

What's all this about?

Where were you supposed to meet?

A bar.

Are you scared of me?

♫ Clouded and hazy future's
clear whenever I'm with you ♫

Why are you scared of me?

♫ Just think of all the things
that we could do ♫

♫ To pass the time ♫

I didn't show up.

Because of the way her dad was,

I didn't think it was worth
the hassle anymore.

You were finishing with her?

♫ Na na-na-na, na na-na-na ♫

She called me on my mobile
that night.

Twice.

You ignored her calls?

♫ It's okay ♫

Where's the bar
you were supposed to meet?

It's called Parliament.

♫ And though
our future's gone uncertain ♫

♫ It's gonna be all right ♫

♫ 'Cause though I'm leaving ♫

♫ Longing leaves me
ever by your side ♫

♫ And all our time together ♫

♫ Is tearing me apart ♫

♫ I can't hold you tomorrow ♫

♫ But I hold you in my heart ♫

♫ And all our time together ♫

♫ Is tearing me apart ♫

♫ I can't hold out forever ♫

♫ But I hold you in my heart ♫

Stone? It's me.

Do you remember the murder
on the Stock Hill estate?

Wasn't that the same night
Melanie died?

♫ Don't even bother trying to
tell me cause you live a lie ♫

♫ Cause in a moment or a minute
I can see it through ♫

♫ And have a precious little
second of you by my side ♫

♫ It goes... ♫

How are you?

Fantastic.

Really fantastic.

You?

You've come a long way.

You were a lot younger
when all this started.

What do you want?

I want to get you out of here.

How?

The jury's verdict.

I think it was unsafe.

Your barrister had

an inappropriate relationship
with you.

She made big mistakes.

Her professional judgment
was completely up the creek.

What's she say?

One question.

How is a 21-year-old
on trial for murder

supposed to know what he's doing

when his barrister is behaving
like a... a total amateur?

What would happen to Frances?

Here's the choice.

Her career, your life.

And if you don't do this,

ten years from now,

when you wake up
for the four thousandth time

in your tiny little cell
and you look in the mirror...

you won't be thinking about
Frances Kapoor.

I thought a brief was supposed
to look at the unused material

before her client
goes to prison for life.

You know what I think
is really wrong

with the police in this country?

Institutional sarcasm.

Phone call for you, Jeary.

Who is it?

Yeah, tell them I'm coming.

It'll be
part of the forensic report.

Talk to the team about.

Young Jeary said you were here.

- He shouldn't be doing this.
- What?

Young police officer
should be out on the streets.

But the modern police force

needs top-class bureaucrats,
apparently.

Oh, don't let me stop you.

It's fine. I'm done.

So quickly?

You're old-fashioned
through and through.

Lessons in life
from my old man...

Always hold a door open
for a lady

and never underestimate a woman.

There were two murders
on that same night.

Melanie and the
Stock Hill estate murder.

That's right.

With nothing in common?

Me. They're both mine.

Oh, yes.

Of course.

Freddie.

Leave him alone.

Stop giving him smack.

Wrong way 'round, Hooch.

He comes to me. His choice.

Why are you doing this?

Give me a minute.

He's just so rare.

How do you mean?

An innocent man?

How many of those
do we meet in here?

Just makes the fact
that he comes to me

for what I can give him

all the more moving.

How do you know he's innocent?

I always know.

I think Melanie witnessed
another murder that night.

That's why she wanted to go to
the seaside to get out of there.

She was running away.

So, what are you gonna do?

- Solve two murders?
- Ben...

This is just about you.

This is about you

and your idea of how you can
feel good about yourself.

What about me?

We can go to the police.

The police have got their man.

Right here where they want him.

Please don't come here again.

There you go.

What's this?

My listening days are over.

You can't do that.
You're too valuable.

All right?

Petrol station witness.

Up late.

Good result in the Lloyd murder.

My gut's never wrong.

Who's that?

Don't know. It's just
where the tape stopped.

Stone, it's Ben Coulter.

Yeah, I've been thinking
about what you said.

About the appeal.

I've made up my mind.

This way, sir.

Where are we going?

Sir.

Oh, my God!

If you'd just like to, uh,
wait here, please, sir.

Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Box.

Bit risky, isn't it,
being seen with me?

Oh, those days are gone.

All that old-fashioned
honor nonsense

about not consorting
with the filth.

Gives me a headache
just thinking about it.

You want people to know
that we talk?

I'm not ashamed
of anything I do.

Order must be kept.

We work together.

What does that make us?

Men of courage, Mr. Box.

What do you want?

Give me a name
for the Stock Hill murder.

I have a hunch.

And you know everything
about everyone on that patch.

What's your hunch?

Two murders, one murderer.

Ben Coulter
didn't kill Melanie Lloyd.

But you know who did.

Your hunch is wrong.

Fine.

Good.

End of hunch.

Sir?

- I saw the wrong prisoner.
- Sorry, sir?

Get me Coulter.

You just can't
keep away from me, can you?

I can help you.

What?

The judge said
this was an evil crime.

That's a big word

in the lexicon
of rehabilitation.

Well, spit it out.

Take responsibility
for what you've done,

and a parole board
can see past that word.

Still after me to confess?

Is that why you're here?

Six years.

You could do as little as six.

You wouldn't even be 30.

Too old to play
for the second-best team

in east London maybe, but...

Hold on.

Just a bit longer.

You'll soon be out.

It's over, Hooch.

You can't get out.

Nobody can.

Ben...

I'll see you.

You were wrong.

I didn't take your advice,
I haven't moved on,

and I'm really onto something.

That's why I wanted to see you.

- What is it?
- It's an appeal.

But I haven't sought leave yet.

I wanted to be the one
to give you these.

Professional misconduct.

Barrister and her feelings
make it impossible

for the appellant
to get a fair trial.

Murders and emotional
embroilments don't mix, Frances.

Can I give you some advice

I think
you should actually take?

Fight, and fight very dirty.

Call Ben Coulter a liar.

Your word against his.

Convicted murderer

versus female, nonwhite
member of the bar.

It's your only hope.

I don't believe he'd do this.

You bastard.

Hello, Frances.

Tell me...

How do you think this trial went

in terms of your performance?

Don't you dare!

Good, clear,
objective decision-making?

See, I think Frances Kapoor,

champion of justice,
seeker of the truth,

is a barrister with no judgment.

Has he agreed to this?
He hasn't, has he?

Do you really think that
becoming emotionally involved

with a defendant in a
murder trial is fair or just?

- That's not it.
- What is it, then?

Beating the system?

You can't do that.
It's the best there is.

Ben Coulter knows that.

And in answer to your question,
yes, he has agreed.

I am acting
under his instruction...

Carefully recorded,
properly elicited,

without undue pressure
or emotional abuse.

What he wants.

Nothing else.

Confession?

Honestly...

Not mine, Freddie.

Yours.

You know who killed
Melanie Lloyd.

Don't you, Freddie?

I need to know.

Get this to Ben Coulter's brief.

She's called Frances Kapoor.

Post it outside the prison.
Tell no one.

- Morning.
- Good morning. Thanks.

- Hi, mate.
- Hi, Dad.

Sir?

I've always felt you believe

you occupy
the moral high ground.

You and your gut.

Sit down.

I'm gonna ask you
for a second time.

Who's that?

You know who it is.

The Court of Appeal,
the whole world knows who it is.

When a man is drowning,

they say his whole life
passes through his mind.

What are you talking about?

A letter from a con called Hooch
surfaces after his "suicide."

It contains evidence
that Melanie Lloyd's killer

and the man responsible
for the Stock Hill estate murder

are one and the same.

Would you like a glass of water?

Have a glass of water.

We find that Melanie
was followed

from the Stock Hill estate
all the way to the seaside

and then all the way
back to her house.

And who followed Melanie?

Say it, Box.

Paul Fittipaldi.

Who, it turns out,

as well as being a witness
in the Melanie trial,

is good friends
with very big criminals.

Then I remember

I've seen
my senior investigating officer

watching CCTV footage
of Fittipaldi

and deny he knows who he is.

How can that be?

Gross incompetence?

Are you
a useless police officer?

That would be your way out, Box.

"I am an incompetent
police officer."

Do you want to take it?

Your hand is shaking.

You made a deal, didn't you?

You've let criminals
police criminals.

Whatever I've done,

it's always been
for the greater good.

We're supposed to protect
the public.

That's what we're for.

But you lot, with your budgets
and your form filling

and your cutbacks.

The whole police force
is turning into one big office.

I was merely allocating the
meager resources I was handed.

You haven't got the courage
to tell me.

But there is one last thing
you can do.

Everybody?

Everyone?

Um...

Well, he's home.

My son. Your friend.

And we just want to say

how crucial your support
has been to us

through all of this.

And I know it sounds like
a cliché,

but, my God, you find out
who your friends are

at times like these.

So, anyway, we knew
that he'd get his freedom,

and, um, we just want to say
thank you for all your support

and your loyalty and your faith.

You've given our son
his future back.

To Ben.

- To Ben.
- To Ben.

I thought this would be
a bad idea, but...

You know your dad.

You know, I spent
quite a lot of time in here

while you were away.

Away?

Sorry.

Do you want to be on your own?

You know,
when you talk to me now,

the first thing that you say...

is that you're not Dad.

As if that gives you access.

Access?

I'm your mum.

You thought I killed her.

At least...

you and me
were honest with each other.

You know, that...

gives us a chance, doesn't it?

Gives us somewhere to start.

Don't want to be alone tonight.

Expected 40s,
982 by 1800 Tuesday.

Low Hebrides 968
and low southeast Iceland 972

expected 100 miles northeast
of Iceland 971...

They'll win.

The appeal.

Forget the trial.

Forget the Court of Appeal.

What about the other man?

You know, back in the '70s
there was a deodorant.

Norsca.

I used to spray it everywhere.
Even in me shoes.

The smell was lovely.

It was clean, pure.

Like Norwegian pine.

It's what fresh evidence
smells like, Ben.

They know who did this.
It wasn't you.

And Frances?

Well, the ball
is already rolling

with the bar conduct committee.

There's nothing we can do.

We couldn't know new evidence
would be found, Ben.

Going for the mistrial,
it was the right option.

You know,
she was the only person

who actually wanted to hear
what I had to say.

Do you really think
things would have been different

had I let you
tell me everything at the start?

This is justice.

It's rough, but it's right.

You're free, Ben.

Go and live your life.

♫ Better stop dreaming
of the quiet life ♫

♫ 'Cause it's the one
we'll never know ♫

♫ And quit running
for that runaway bus ♫

♫ 'Cause those rosy days
are few ♫

♫ And stop apologizing ♫

♫ For the things
you've never done ♫

♫ 'Cause time is short
and life is cruel ♫

♫ But it's up to us to change ♫

♫ This town called Malice ♫

♫ Rows and rows
of disused milk floats ♫

♫ Stand dying
in the dairy yard ♫

♫ And a hundred
lonely housewives ♫

♫ Clutch empty milk bottles
to their hearts ♫

♫ Hanging out
their old love letters ♫

♫ On the line to dry ♫

♫ It's enough to make you
stop believing ♫

♫ When tears
come fast and furious ♫

♫ In a town called Malice ♫

♫ Yeah-eah-eah ♫

♫ Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ♫

Penalty!

♫ Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ♫

♫ Ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ♫

♫ Struggle after struggle ♫

♫ Year after year ♫

♫ The atmosphere's
a fine blend of ice ♫

♫ I'm almost stone-cold dead ♫

♫ In a town called Malice ♫

♫ Ooh-ooh, yeah ♫

♫ A whole street's belief ♫

♫ In Sunday's roast beef ♫

♫ Gets dashed
against the Co-op ♫

♫ To either cut down on beer
or the kid's new gear ♫

♫ It's a big decision
in a town called Malice ♫

♫ Ooh-ooh, yeah ♫

♫ Ooooooh ♫

♫ The ghost of a steam train ♫

♫ Echoes down my track ♫

♫ It's at the moment
bound for nowhere ♫

♫ Just going 'round and 'round,
ohh ♫

♫ Playground kids
and creaking swings ♫

♫ Lost laughter
in the breeze... ♫