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What do you reckon,
shall we just run?

I'll do whatever you want
to do, okay?

We can run, we can stay,
we can call the police...

I'm not calling the police
on my wedding day, Niall.

Jesus Christ.

Well, how about
we form a small gang?

Try and get him out
through force?

A gang?
That's your answer? Form a gang?

Well, not an official gang, just
a bunch of people who can help.

Oh, come on, Niall.

No one here knows a damn thing
about physical violence.

I do. I box, remember?

- I'm a boxer.
- Oh, please.

You haven't boxed
since you were 20.

By that logic,
I'm still a student.

I'm just saying,
I'll do whatever you want, okay?

- I'll go and have it out with him now if I have to.
- Don't.

Don't do that.

Let's just do it.

Okay? Let's just get
through this.

I just hope
he's not here for me.

He's not, okay?

He's not.

How can you be so sure?

Because I know.

I know.

How many is this cunt taking?

Well, more than one probably.

Sorry, guys,
just finding the light.

Jesus Christ! This is Glasgow!

We lost the fucking light
in May.

Just take the photo, will you?

Your printouts will be over
on the desk

in around ten minutes.

Thank fuck for that.

What?

I don't get
this bloody national obsession

with capturing the moment.

It's hard enough
being seen in public as it is,

let alone
being trapped in time as well.

Don’t give me that look, Niall.

You know I'm very proud.

Who's the chick?

Joanna.

- She likes you.
- Yeah. And it's suffocating.

She's coming over.

Right, well,
just play it cool, all right?

And don't make out
we're more than we are.

You’re ridiculous.

You must be Niall's mum.
Lori, right?

Yes, love.

You must be
his girlfriend, Joanna?

What?
No, I'm not!

Oh, sorry. My mistake.

You just seem like
such an amazing couple.

Wow!
Hear that, Niall?

Yeah. Certainly did.

Anyway, I'll see you
at the pub later on

for the big celebration?
It was nice meeting you, Lori.

Please, call me Mum.

Oh! Um...
Okay. I will.

- Bye, Mum! See ya.
- Bye!

Oh, sorry. You teed it up
for me. I couldn’t resist.

Do you know,
she doesn't have a mum,

so that’s just gonna make
everything worse.

Excellent!

Look, I have to talk to you
about something.

Can we take a seat?

Well, what do you have
to talk to me about?

Um, let's just...
I'll tell you when we sit down.

- No, just tell me just now, Mum.
- Jesus Christ!

I have to ask.

Have you spoken to Ruben lately?

Nah, not so much.

We’re different people
these days.

Do you believe that?

There's a lot of you in Ruben.
Has to be said.

Probably why
you hate him so much.

I don't hate him. I... I just...

I don't think
he should have done what he did.

Well, he's making up
for it now, Niall.

You know he's been volunteering?

I know that.

I just don't trust it, you know?

Well, that's fine,
but either way,

you're gonna have to go
and see him soon.

He's feeling a little blindsided
by this court case,

and he could do
with your support.

Do you have any idea why Alby
waited so long to press charges?

Well, he couldn't while he was
in a coma, could he?

I know that, Mum. Jesus.

I just...

He was in a coma for six months.
It's been years since then.

Oh, come on.

You don't trot down the station
the second you wake up.

He probably spent
the first few years

figuring out which hole
to shit out of.

I don't know.
I just find it strange, is all.

Well, so does Ruben.

Which is why
he needs to talk to you

about a change in tactic.

What change in tactic?

Look, Niall,
I don't want to worry you,

but you're involved, apparently.

Something to do
with you and Alby?

Anyway...

I'm off to burn those printouts.

Oi! Bambi!

To what do I owe the pleasure?

No, it's just, uh, Mum said
you needed to tell me something?

- Cup of tea?
- Yeah, sure. Thanks.

So, how was it?

The graduation?

Ah, you know,
self-conscious hell.

Look, sorry I didn't invite you.

I didn't think
it was your scene.

Nah. No biggy.
We'll have our own celebration.

Just the two of us
when I get off.

Here. Put your fucking
weird energy into that.

Right. Well, uh, look,
Mum said there was some...

some changes in the case,
something involving me?

Yeah, it's to do
with you and Alby.

Why? Why?
What's he said about me?

Why do you always ask that?

Because I need to know! I need
to know if he’s making up shit!

Okay. Sit back,
you fucking dick.

I need you to say he groped me,

you know,
just before I battered him.

I’m sorry, what?

I need you to say he groped me.

But he didn't grope you.

I know,
but we need some sort of angle.

A reason as to why I went
so "hard in."

Look, Niall.

I'm looking
at up to ten years here,

and I spent my childhood
biting the nose off of cunts.

I hate putting this all on you,

but you're
the difference here, bro.

Joanna didn't see it.

Celeste has disappeared
back to France to eat frogs,

and nobody’s heard from her.

That leaves
three people in the room.

But...
But won't it look dodgy

that I never said this
to begin with?

What, more dodgy than a cunt
waking up from a coma,

and vividly remembering it?
Come on, son.

I don't know, Ruben.

Just consider it, yeah?

Hey, come down
the community center.

See for yourself
all the good that I'm doing.

Meet the kids.

All the poor wee faces
that will be fucking devo

if I go down.

But why a grope?
Ruben, I don’t understand.

Because he's gay, and it carries
that believability factor.

You see,

according to my lawyer,

the only thing a jury hates
more than a thug

is a fag.

- Maura's asleep!
- I don't care!

Have you heard
what Ruben's asking me to do?

Christ! Come here.

I have, yes.

Well, it's sick,
and depraved, and illegal!

- I mean, what do I even do?
- I think you should do it.

What? Are...
Are you serious right now?

Yes, Niall.

It's about giving him
the best fighting chance.

- He's trying so hard right now.
- What, trying so hard.

That... That justifies bludgeoning
someone half to death, does it?

Look, look,
I'm only giving you my opinion...

Yeah, and I'm giving you
the facts.

This could mess up
my whole future.

I have my Oxford interview
coming up in two days.

The guy's traveling up here
to meet me.

I need to stay focused.

You don't want to go
to a poncey place like that!

Yes! Yes, I do!

Plus, it's Creative Writing.

I... I'm following
in Dad's footsteps.

How are you following
in his footsteps?

He worked in a bar
his entire life.

If anything,
you're making him jealous.

All we are asking
is that you take the time

to properly consider it.

Go down the center,
hang out a bit,

get to know one another again
because he's changed, Niall.

He really has, okay?
Just promise me you can do that.

There he is!
The man of the moment!

Honestly, everyone's delighted
for you, Niall.

I've told them everything.
I hope you don't mind.

All the postgrad offers
you have coming in,

including your Oxford interview.

Honestly, it's amazing.

It really is...

- Where did that come from?
- Uh...

- I have no idea.
- Well, best not question it.

Much easier to do it again.

Let's get out of here.

Wait!
What about the others?

We'll phase them out
over the summer,

don't worry.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Last night was so romantic.

We got a kebab
and went to sleep.

Yeah, but it was a great kebab.

I'm actually a bit annoyed
at you, Niall Kennedy.

I've been chasing you
for the best part of four years,

and now you decide
to do something about it?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Yeah, and you'll
be going to Oxford soon,

and once you're down there,
you won't think about me at all.

Well...
let's worry about that

after the interview tomorrow.

That's not the right answer!

I'm hinting, Niall.

I want to know
where I stand with you.

Look, uh...

I like you, Joanna.
I... I really do.

And I'm keen to explore this
while I'm up here.

But, if I get in,

I might just want a completely
fresh start down there.

You know, I'm hoping
it might be the change

that I need to finally,
you know, be myself.

I don't understand.

How am I stopping you
from being yourself?

Uh...

It's hard to describe.

I just find it strange.

You've never been to England,
and now you wanna go so bad.

I mean,
what's it all about for you?

In a word.

Freedom.

All right, boys. Listen up!

We are in the presence
of greatness.

This boy right here
is the King of Glasgow.

Graduated top
of his university year.

And what do we do, kids,

when someone graduates
top of their university year?

We clap.

Yes! That's right, Simon.
We clap!

That was a gamble.

He could have
easily said "masturbate."

Here, I'll introduce you
to everyone.

You've got a good thing
going on here.

Yeah, man. Loving it.

They have this motto on the wall
at the back of the building,

which reads,

"The key to salvation
is helping others."

Oh, right.
And do you believe that?

No chance.

The key to salvation
is a Big Mac meal

and a pokey-bum wank.

But I can see
what they're getting at.

So, what, are you doing all this

to look good in the eyes
of the jury or something?

Get to fuck!

I worked here
long before that plum decided

to press charges.
You would know this,

if you ever bothered
to visit me.

Yeah, no. Sorry, Ruben.

My last few years at uni
were a bit intense.

I needed
to get my head down a bit.

Yeah, yeah.
Excuses, excuses.

Oh! Forgot!

There's this big
treasure hunt thing on Sunday

out in Cashel Forest.
You should join.

We're always looking
for volunteers.

Ah, I don't know, Ruben.

No! Come on! It'll be great.

There's a northerly breeze
that day too,

so, if we walk
in the right direction,

we can keep
the little bastards downwind.

- Yeah, sure.
- Great.

I'll speak to Malky,
get you government-checked.

Make sure
you haven't fiddled anyone.

Wait a minute. How on Earth
did you pass the bloody test?

My record got wiped
when I was 16.

I'm clean as a whistle, baby!

Makes me wish I did more before
the cut-off point, if I'm honest.

So, what about
this latest stuff with Alby?

- Don't they mind about that?
- Nah.

Innocent till proven guilty.

Plus, I explained
the situation to them.

Told everyone
the wee fucker groped me,

and quite frankly,

they're as outraged as I am.

It's impressive,
I'll give you that.

I'm sorry?

I'm just saying, it's impressive
that you've written all this

- whilst doing your undergrad.
- Oh.

Where on earth
did you find the time?

Oh. I know
how to push myself, I suppose.

And this is all whilst sitting

as president
of the Drama Society?

- That's correct.
- Good God.

It's a lot, Mr. Kennedy,
I must say.

What on earth
are you running from?

You don't have to answer that.

No, I know,
and I'm... I'm... I'm just...

I'm sorry.

Do you need someone?

No! No. No, I'm fine.

I'm happy
to finish a little earlier...

No! No! Please!

I... I'm sorry.

Let's... Let's keep going
to the end.

No, uh, I must insist.

I've seen all I need to see.

Thank you, Mr. Kennedy.

Knock, knock.

Oh, hey.

I let myself in.
Hope you don't mind.

Joanna called.

She said
you were in a bit of a tailspin.

Uh, how did she get your number?

My guess is that Oedipal
monstrosity on the wall.

Didn't go well then?

Nah.

Shit.

I suppose this is the part
where you blame

this Ruben business
on why it went so badly.

Nah,
it was me that messed it up.

But none of that helped.

It's just... It's so much.
All... All of this.

- Everything that's going on.
- I know, love,

but we wouldn't ask you
if we didn't think

it was important.

But... But what's... what's
more important than my future?

My happiness? My values?

No, seriously, Mum.
Seriously, answer me!

Because if you're sitting
on something here

that can help me get my head
around this,

then you'd better say it now.

Because I can't just follow you
in blind faith.

And it had better be good, too.

Like Ruben has a child
on the way,

or Maura is dying, or something,

because I can't see
any other reason

as to why you would put me in...

Oh my God.

She's dying, isn't she?

Yes, Niall.

Right, but, it's... What is it,
like, cancer or something?

Yes, Niall.

Okay. But, like,
are you worried it's serious?

Yes, Niall.

Je... Jesus, Mum.
Why didn't you say?

I didn't want to distract you
ahead of your interview.

Plus, we didn't want you
to go and tell Ruben.

He doesn't know.

And it's important
he keeps his focus right now

with everything going on.

So, that's... That's why
you want me to do it so bad.

The truth is
we're gonna need him around.

You're gonna be off somewhere
writing books,

and putting that big brain
of yours to work.

Do you really want
to give that all up,

to sit at home every day
helping me move her

from the bed to the shitter?

Because I won't put her
in a home, Niall.

No way.

I'll do it just to spite you.

We need an answer, Niall.

It's not fair
to leave this uncertainty

hanging over us.

Not when we're going
through all this.

You're a good fucker
for helping me.

Can you believe
they're trusting us

to take all this shit
for them on Sunday?

What?

I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonna give a statement.

You fucking dancer, you!

Oh, man, man, man.
You motherfucker!

You kept me waiting,
you bastard!

You utter bastard!

Honestly, man,
what took you so long?

You had us all up in arms,
questioning it.

Who?

Me, Maura, your mum.

We just couldn't understand it,

why you were protecting him
so much.

I mean, we all had our theories.

That he was...

funding your uni tuition.

Or Celeste had some dirt on you
that he knew about.

I mean, Maura even joked

that you and him were getting
cock-hungry together!

What?

That's fucking ridiculous!

I know, you twat.

Just got us all talking.
I mean...

there was certainly something
going on

between you that day
you didn't want me to hear.

It's nice
to finally meet you, Joanna!

It's nice to meet you!

Here, love, I'll show you
where to hang your coat.

Look, I'm sorry to hear...

Oh, no. Don't worry.

We don't have
to go into all that.

I'm just very grateful, Niall.

I've waited
the best part of six years

to get you
to do something for me,

and all I needed to do
was get cancer.

Thank you.

He's just had another offer
from Glasgow.

So, that's six universities now,
begging for his genius.

Aren't you bored of Glasgow?

Mm. A little maybe.
It's not my first choice anyway.

What's your first choice?

Well, it was Oxford, but...

doesn't look like
that's happening now.

Ah, you don't want
to go to Oxford anyway, Niall.

Christ Almighty,

they'll throw pennies
at your feet.

Do you ever say
anything helpful?

No, not really.

But when I do,
it's gonna blow your mind.

I think you both have
a sweet dynamic.

I think there's real love there.

You know, I feel the same way
about the two of you.

So, what are your plans, Joanna,
now uni is done?

Oh, I have no idea, actually.

Maybe move back home,

and fall pregnant
at a frightfully young age

like everyone else does.

- What did you study again?
- Primary teaching.

Why don't you get a job in that?

Oh, 'cause I'll end up teaching
people like me.

And part of me needs
to break that cycle.

You know,
for the sake of humanity.

- She's good.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, Maura,
I... I didn't think we'd get on

after what Ruben did,

but I've long learned
you need to separate

the parent from the child.

What do you mean?

If a child's a bad apple,

it doesn't mean
the parent's the tree,

or whatever the phrase.

I don't follow.

She's just saying
parents can be different

from their children.

Her dad really thinks
about what he says

before he says it, for example.

Sorry, am I making this weird?

No. I just want you to explain
what you meant.

Look, this is pointless.

Mum, wasn't that show on,
we were gonna watch now anyway?

No, I don't think so.

My son's had issues,

and it's very easy
to see the behavior

and not the illness.

What's the illness?

Anger. Blind rage.

What, love?

Mm. No, it's just...

I didn't see much blind rage
when he called me an ugly whore

and spat in my face.

If anything, I recall
he was smiling.

He's not well, Joanna.

Yeah,
a lot of people aren't well,

but they don't mangle people
at two in the afternoon

for no reason at all.

Well, actually,
there was a reason, Joanna.

Alby groped him.

Are you...
Are you serious?

He did. He groped him.

That... That's just
utter bollocks.

I'm sorry.

It's the truth, Joanna.
He acted in self-defense.

Christ, if that's self-defense,
maybe I should go back to that chippy

that shortchanged me and
burn the place to the ground.

Look, you weren't there, Joanna.

I don't need to be.

I know what your brother's
capable of.

Also, why have you
never mentioned this before?

It was a recent recollection.

Hold on.

You're not thinking about
saying this in court, are you?

- Well, I...
- Oh my God. Niall, you can't!

You can get into so much trouble
lying on the stand!

It's not a lie, okay?

There... There was...
There was a scuffle,

something happened,

and there was a grope, maybe.
For sure.

Please tell me
this is some kind of wind-up.

It's not, Joanna.
So, just stay out of this.

Look, you decided
to not get involved,

and that's on you.

That's because you said
it would get in the way

of our relationship!

And would you look at that?
It's getting in the way.

I can't believe you.

Sorry about that.

I like her!

I just don't get
why you're doing it.

All you do is moan about him.

- No, I don't.
- Yes, you do!

You said you wished
he'd move abroad the other day

- so you could be free.
- I'd been drinking.

Exactly. You've always said

the truth comes out
when you're drunk.

I said that sober though,

so you really shouldn't
trust it.

Wait! Come back!

Niall, don't storm away from me.

Niall, are you listening?

Niall, stop!

Please, I need to know.

Did Alby really grope Ruben?

Yes.

Not hesitating were you, Bambi?

Joanna.

Ruben.

I've been meaning
to say, actually.

Thanks for doing me a solid
and not giving a statement.

I haven't done you a solid.

I just didn't see it,
and I don't wanna get involved.

I'm Switzerland.

I like Switzerland.

I went there once.

Okay, that's enough tension
to last the week.

Shall we?

Absolutely, Bambers.
Let's do it!

Hold on a minute.

Niall, wait!

Aren't you gonna say goodbye?

Yeah. Bye.

Is everything okay, Ruben?

No, I'm pissed off!

- With you.
- Hesitating back at the house.

Really? I...

I was... I was just caught
out by the question.

Yeah, well,
if you crumble for that bimbo,

how do you think you're gonna
fare with the jury staring in your face?

She's not a bimbo, Ruben.

Well, she's certainly
not a barrister.

You need to be strong, Niall.

Fucking say it with conviction
to anyone that asks.

Christ. I didn't realize
all this came

with acting lessons as well.

Of course it does!
Just saying it isn't enough.

You need certainty in your gut
and steel in your eyes.

Well, I... I'm never gonna be
able to do that, am I?

- Why not?
- 'Cause you're... you're asking me

to believe something
that I know to be a lie.

I mean,
all the mind tricks in the world

couldn't patch over that.

Right. Fuck this!

What you doing, Ruben?
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ruben, stop!

Jesus, Ruben,
you just went over something!

- Wh... What you doing?
- Get the fuck out.

What? What are you doing?

- Get the fuck out!
- No! No! I'm...

Get the fuck up!

What you doing?

We're practicing.

You're joking me.
Aren't you gonna be late?

Say it.

Say he groped me.

Oh, come on, Ruben.
This is ridiculous.

No, it's not.

I wanna see it
in your eyes, Niall.

I wanna see you believe it,
so a jury will.

- Here, stand. Stand!
- Whoa!

Fucking say it then!

He groped you.

Again.

He groped you!

Mate, mate, mate, mate, mate...

- What?
- You!

"He groped you! He groped you!"

Never have an affair, Niall,
whatever you do.

- Look, I'm trying here.
- Not hard enough!

Come on, come on!

You did all those gay plays
at university, didn't you?

This should be easy for you!

What's that got to do
with anything?

'Cause if you can pretend
to be the Prince of Denmark,

you can pretend
the little faggot

touched my balls.

I mean, I... I don't know
about that, Ruben.

I actually think this is harder
to get my head around.

Are you serious?

The whole thing was
in a foreign language, Niall.

At one stage,
you were talking to a skull.

The cunt's dead!
What you talking to him for?

Well, technically,
he was holding the skull,

- and he was talking...
- I don't give a fuck!

My point is,
this should be easy for you.

I'm your fucking brother!

You knew this cunt
for five minutes!

Yeah, I get that, Ruben.
I suppose, I'm...

I'm just finding it hard
to wrap my head around

certain parts of it.

Which parts?

I don't know.

The whole logic
of the argument, maybe?

Explain.

Well, if someone grabs
your cock,

I can see
why you might punch them.

But to put them
in a coma for six months?

It... It just doesn't make sense

why it would affect you
in such a massive way.

You don't think
it would have an effect on me?

No!

At least not to the extent
where you'd almost kill him

to stop him doing it again.

Oh, come on, Ruben.
I saw you get stabbed once

and eat Cheerios
the next morning

- like nothing happened.
- So, fuck!

You superglued it shut
and poured vodka on it

whilst watching television.

- Means fuck all.
- Yes, it does!

If almost getting murdered
doesn't fill you with terror,

then how am I supposed to
believe a touch to the testicles will?

Because it's fucking different!

Someone stabs you,
they attack the body.

Someone gropes you,
they attack your... your...

your fucking soul!

Who you are as a man!
That's why it's different!

Fucking sort it out, Niall!
Whatever you need to do,

to be anything other than
yourself up there, do it!

Because if you flap about
like this,

I'll be the one accusing you
of groping my testicles next.

Would you like me to try again?

No, I don't want you
to try again.

Get back in the van.
I'm going for a piss.

Uh, Ruben?

I think we have a problem.

Do we really need
to carry all this shit?

Yes, you twat!

Can't have the wee bastards
turn up with nothing to do.

You're still annoyed
at me, aren't you?

Yes! This is all your fault.

How?

Hesitating like a bitch.

Winding me up so I wasn't
focused on the driving.

Are you serious right now?

Is it my fault you drove over
those planks of wood too?

Of course it is!

And it's your fault
I'm facing ten years inside.

Look, we can try again
if you want?

I don't want you to try, Niall.
Don't you get it?

I want you by my side,
ready to march into battle.

You're not gonna cry, are you?

Fuck that.
I cried once in my life.

Don't plan on doing it again.

What happened?

I was eight years old.
My dad had a heart attack.

Jesus. That's as good a reason
as any.

No, it wasn't that bit.

It was when he came back home.

Saw him walking up the path
towards the house.

Fuck all this shit!

I'm scared, Niall.

Proper scared.

Pretty sure Maura's sick,
you know.

What gives you that impression?

She's just been really nice
to me recently.

Look, I don't think
that means anything.

No, the other day, she called me
to ask how I was doing.

That was it.
Whole reason for the call.

Bet it's cancer.

- Well, I wouldn't worry.
- Well, I do.

And either way,
ten years is a long time.

I can't have
her last memory of me

be through
Perspex fucking glass.

Plus, it's prison.

I know the second I go in,
I'm not coming back out.

Look, we should
probably keep walking.

The kids will be waiting.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, fannies!

Ruben! Where did you go?

It's okay, fella.
I'm here now.

Ruben?

What?

He groped you.

Again.

He groped you.

Jesus Christ, Joanna!

I thought you went back
to Glasgow?

I did. I went to see Alby.

I haven't seen him
since Freshers,

and he looks awful, Niall.

Like really awful.

What did he say?

He told me everything.

You know, I've always seen
the pain that you were in,

and I could never understand
why someone with your gifts,

your looks, your brains,
could be so unhappy.

And now, I suppose I know.

You won't tell anyone, will you?

No.

But I think it might be good
for you if you did.

That's not gonna happen.

Is he gonna bring it up
in court?

No.

But only because
it wouldn't work in his favor.

Something to do
with juries having more problems

with homosexuals than criminals,

which makes me ill,
if I'm honest.

Hey, hey. Come here.

- It's okay.
- It's not. It's not!

- It's not okay!
- It is!

Look at me. Look at me!

It's okay.

What you are is okay.

What you're doing
to Alby is not.

I mean,
don't you hate yourself enough

as it is already,

without spewing
this hateful crap

- to a room full of people?
- I know, I know!

But... But...
But Maura's sick, Joanna.

- Like really sick...
- Well, that's awful,

and I'm sorry,

but it still doesn't justify
lying in this way.

Yeah, I know, but Ruben's
really turned his life around.

That's crap!

Snakes can shed
their skin, Niall,

but they'll always crawl
on their bellies.

Are... Are we...

Finished?

Yes.

But that's not important.

What's important is what
you're gonna say up there.

Think about it.

You have a chance here

to draw a line under...

all of this
and start again in Oxford.

Why not do that
with a clear conscience?

Well... Well, I don't know
if I'm going yet.

Yes, you do.

Your mum opened it earlier.

You've got your freedom, Niall.

Now, all I ask is that
you don't deprive Alby of his.

Just keep the change.

Say it.

Please, I need to hear it.

Who am I?

My brother from another lover.

Calling to the stand

Niall Kennedy.

Please raise your hand
and repeat this oath.

"I swear by almighty God
that the evidence I will give

will be the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth."

Uh...

"I swear by almighty God
that the evidence

that I will give
will be the truth,

the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth."

Very well.
The prosecution may now proceed.

What is your full name?

I'm sorry?

Your full name.

Uh... Uh...

Niall Brandon Kennedy.

You've been called
as a witness to speak

to the events
of the 10th of September, 1989,

where it is accepted that

Albert Safadi
sustained serious injury.

You were present
when it happened?

Uh... Yes.
I... I was, yes.

And you also claim

in your latest statement
to have seen

Albert Safadi sexually assault
Mr. Pallister

prior to the attack.
Is that correct?

Yes, that's correct.

I can't believe it!

That's a lie!
That's a blatant lie!

That's enough!

Can I remind those present
that this is a court?

Now, when you gave a statement

at the time of the incident,

you did not disclose
this alleged assault

to the police.
Can you explain why?

Uh...

I was...
I was knocked out,

and unable to, you know,
comprehend what I had seen.

But you did
in this very statement

detail other information
at the time

relevant to the attack.

Can you have before you
Production B?

Can you please read out
the highlighted section?

"I tried to pull him away,

but I couldn't.

He was in that place now
and nothing would stop him.

I think
I tried three or four times

before he pushed me away.

That's when I tumbled back
and hit my head."

So, just to clarify
for the court,

you remember pulling him away
three or four times,

but you do not remember
something as significant

as a sexual assault
prior to this?

Uh, it appears so, yes.

No further questions.

Counsel for the defense.
You may now proceed.

Let's start from the beginning.

You met Albert Safadi that week,
on the 7th of September, 1989.

- Is that correct?
- Yes, sir.

And did you notice

anything unusual
about his private life?

Uh... Uh...

I... He was a...
I suppose he was a...

He... Well... Well, he was a...

a homosexual.

How did you find this out?

Uh... He...
He disclosed it to me.

In what way did he disclose
his sexuality to you?

Well, he...
Uh... He... He told me.

So, he was very forthcoming
with this information?

You... I...

You could say that, yes.

Did you ever feel threatened
by how forward

Mr. Safadi appeared to be
with his sexuality?

Uh...

I'm...
I'm not sure what you mean.

It appears Mr. Safadi
went out of his way

to make his sexuality
known to you.

Did you find this threatening?

Oh, no, not really.

I mean... I mean yes. Yes,
maybe. I don't... I don't know.

S... Sorry, can you...
can you rephrase

the question, please?

Would you say
he was a sexual deviant,

Mr. Kennedy?

Uh...

I.. I... I can't.

I can't... I can't do this.

I've... I've made a mistake.

What mistake, Mr. Kennedy?

Mr. Kennedy?

He didn't grope Ruben.
He didn't even touch him at all!

- You cunt!
- I'll fucking kill you!

No, no, no, no, no! Ruben!
Ruben, stop! Ruben, stop!

You fucking rat!

You've done it now!
I'm gonna get you!

Do you hear me?
We won't come back from this!

I'll make you fucking ugly,
do you understand?

I'll make you fucking ugly!

Oh, God.

Well, praying ain't gonna
save you now.

Devil's already arrived.

Yeah, we should probably
start drinking.

Yeah, if there's anything left
for the rest of us.

What is Ruben doing here?

I don't know, but...

I'm terrified.

Don't worry,
this is your big day.

I won't let him get
in the way of it.

I can promise you that.

- Move.
- Yep.

Fuck's sake.

All right.

Shall we begin?

Hello.

For those that don't know me,
I'm Ruben Pallister.

And I'm gonna tell you
about Niall Kennedy.