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Brave, strong,
surrounded by men,
saying no to all of them.

-Whose are these?
-Came for you, miss.
Grateful client, maybe?

All right, Mar?
I was passing and I thought,

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

Who was that?
Mr Mysterious?

Sean McBride.

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

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

I will not take lectures
in chambers' politics

from a man who took
backhanders from Micky Joy,

the most corrupt
solicitor of all time.

Look, come on, Clive.
Nobody's listening.

-You don't think I'd be
honest with you?
-I wouldn't believe you.

-What's he look like,
then, flower man?
-Tall, dark... Northern.

-[DOOR CLANGS CLOSED]
-WOMAN: Ready?

Okay.

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

Sorry, can you stop please?

Hello? Stop it.

Can you stop, please?

[GATE CLICKS AND BUZZES]

Sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm so...

[KEYS JINGLE]

-[KEYS JINGLE]
-[DOOR SLAMS]

[MAN SIGHS]

Hello, Sean.

[TUTS]

Are you okay?

Don't drink it.

Mr Lamb?

Please come with me, sir.

Bastard looked at his watch.
At his watch!

It's a flat rate
for police station attendants.

So it doesn't matter
how long you're there,
money's still the same.

So even though
you're a really big murder,

there is no incentive
for him to stay.

-He said to go "no comment".
-"No comment"
halves interview time.

Now, did you go "no comment"?

No.

[GATE CLANGS CLOSED]

Bananas are
a working-class fruit.
Did you know that?

[SIGHS]
What is all this, Micky?

Empire food, by the boatload,
for the masses.

Let 'em eat bananas.

I don't know about you,
but out on my cliff edge,

I feel alive
for the very first time.

How do you know about me?

I've been taking an interest.

You read Dickens?

No? Then get a bloody move on.

It amazes me,
the complacency
of our species.

"We're here forever,"
people seem to think.

"I'll just have another
quiet pint and a doze."

What are you doing?

[SHOUTING] What are
you all doing?

Technically, I'm on bail.
It's just I can never leave.

So anything I want, I get.

Apart from vitamin D.
But then me and sunshine
never did get along.

I've even got Blu Tack for
sticking up the Virgin Mary.

You're a grass.

A super grass.

Mmm, all those years defending
all those big criminals

and now you're
grassing 'em up. That's an
interesting career change.

You want an Unclaimed Baby?

That's what they were called
before the Great War.

Then Peace Babies for a bit,
then, finally, Jelly Babies.

Why am I here, Micky?

What, Sean?

I lied.

-What about?
-A gun.

People lie for all
sorts of reasons.

Doesn't necessarily mean
that they're guilty.

I panicked. [SCOFFS]

I haven't panicked about
anything in my entire life,
not even in Afghan.

Not even when I fell
head over heels in love
with Martha Costello.

We have this kind of rule
at the Criminal Bar.

"Never represent a friend."

And here's me thinking
we're more than just friends.

Yeah, and that was all,
what, over 20 years ago?

Feels like yesterday.

That kiss.
You know the one.

[CHUCKLES]

So bloody amazing.

We stepped off the kerb
and the night bus missed us
by about six inches.

[CHUCKLING]

I could have
died then and there.

We both could have died.

You whispered in my ear,

"I've died
and gone to heaven."

Now, you were a piece of work,
Sean McBride.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

I share a cell with a man
who stares at me all day.

Never blinks.
Doesn't speak, not a word.
Just staring and staring.

Then when he goes to sleep,
he shouts.

He, he shouts all night,
Martha.

Are all barristers as good
as each other,

or are there some
you wouldn't wish
on your worst enemy...

-Sean...
-And what if I
get one of them?

What if they get their first
murder and they're hopeless?
Could that happen to me?

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

You know
the thing about prison?
Nobody thinks you're innocent.

And everybody thinks
I killed Jimmy Monk,

and the Monk family are like
the biggest crime family ever

so every second I'm in there,
I'm fighting to stay alive.

But if I get 20 years,
I can't survive.

If I get a life sentence,
I'm dead.

-Sean, I...
-I can't even
drink a cup of tea

because it might be poisoned.

I need you, Martha.

Con, miss?

Sort of.

You?

Do you believe in
heaven and hell?

I believe in a big-bang
beginning to the universe.

Before the big bang?

Well, if it was God,

then my cross-examination
will start with,

"Why wait four billion years
after creating something
so, well, infinitely big,

"to tell a small tribe
in the Middle East not to
covet each other's oxen?"

[CHUCKLES]

I'm afraid she won't be
available, um, for the next
three or four months.

-He's grown into his shoes.
-Hmm.

Oi! Get over here!

Sorry, can I call you back,
please, sir? Cheers. Bye.

Never walk past
Martha Costello,
no matter how big you get.

Never, ever
walk past this lady.

Got that?

Hello, miss.

Jake.

That's better.
Now, on your way.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Normally it would be Billy
I'd give this to, but...

It's my application
to join chambers.

Thank you.

You think I should wait
until the business
with Billy is over?

No, I didn't say that.

I mean, if I lose,
I'm the pupil who

made up allegations
of sexual harassment,

and chambers won't want me.

And if I win, I'm the pupil
who did for Billy Lamb

and chambers won't want me.

I might as well apply now,
for all the chance I've got.

The pupil with
the guts to stand up
to the man twice her age,

even if it jeopardises
her chances

of having the career
she sacrificed everything for.

Principle and justice
over self-interest.

I'd want someone
like that in chambers.

He, er, he asked me
to represent him.

And you said no?

[PAPERS RUSTLING]

Clive.

I'm late for court.

You have history with him.
It's a conflict of interest.

[DOOR SHUTS]

Who's going to
be the judge in my
sexual harassment hearing?

Alan Cowdrey's
Head of Chambers
until we elect a new one,

but he's a fair man...

Who's known
Billy for 20 years.

Don't crack now, Amy.
You stand up to him.

You've got lots
of people on your side.

And a witness.

You've been following
Martha Costello around for
the last week, haven't you?

Come with me.
I'll show you the other side.

-Billy?
-Harriet?

I've been thinking, maybe
you should take some time off.

-Before your hearing.
-Why?

-Well, you seem a bit...
-What?

-I'm just trying to help.
-Are you?

We'd be fine without you.
Wouldn't we, John?

Shall we ask someone
what the law is?

Miss, a quick question.

Is an accused man guilty
until proven innocent,
or is it the other way round?

No, that's not what
I'm talking about.

Is the burden of proof on me
to prove that Miss Saigon
is making a false allegation?

Maybe you can help the lady
from Amnesty International

with a few basic
human-rights principles?

You've always bullied your way
out of things, haven't you?

Bully women.
If they complain,
bully them some more.

Well, the things I've seen,
the bullies I've known,

you don't even come close
to intimidating me.

You have to tell people.

No.

No testosterone, no sex drive.

So what kind of harassment
is it when the harasser
hasn't got any?

I can't, miss.

Why not?

You told me.

You know, for someone
without the male hormone,

you're behaving
very like a man.

I wasn't harassing her.

Forget about what I've got
and no testosterone.

It wasn't sexual.

You were just being
a senior clerk.

Yeah, and you're
the only one around here
who seems to understand that.

-And what does that mean?
-You have to represent me.

Ah, no. No, no.

-Well, no one else can.
-Look, I know too much.
I can't.

You have to,
because you understand
me like no one else,

and because if I lose
and they kick me out...

I'm dead.

-How is she?
-Terrified.

Four years on a fight,
three if he pleads.
He's pleading, right?

-Hello, Clive.
-So?

We're listed for trial
and that's what we're doing.

-Why don't you do your job?
-My instructions are...

He sexually abused
a 12-year-old girl.

The evidence is
as strong as it ever gets.

So go downstairs,
be a proper barrister and
tell him he's pleading guilty.

-We've just been downstairs...
-Sorry, I've forgotten
your name.

Nick Pellegrini...

Did you know it was me
that was prosecuting
when you spoke to him?

-No.
-So go and tell
your self-pitying paedo

that if he maintains
a not-guilty plea

and this goes to trial,
I'll kill him.

And when I say I'll kill him,
I mean I'll kill him.

He will never recover
from what I do to him
in cross-examination.

-Pleading?
-Yes.

But he wants you to leave out
the level-four laptop stuff.

Of course.

[QUIETLY] Of course he does.

People get credit
for pleading guilty.

Paedophiles, people
who sexually abuse children,

and don't plead guilty
until three minutes before
a jury is due to be sworn in,

don't deserve credit.

Particularly if,
over a number of years,
they have downloaded

some of the most
repellent pornography
I have ever seen in any case.

Level four barely covers it.

I expressly said
he was pleading guilty

on the basis that you left out
the level-four downloads.

You told me what he wanted.
I chose to ignore it.

Well, that's not how it works,
as you bloody well know.

We had a conversation,
counsel to counsel...

Do you want to go back in
and tell the judge?

Maybe we can
have a trial just on
the disgusting pornography.

He has a right...

You do what he did
to young children,

you surrender
every right to everything.

I think there are
grounds for appeal.

I agree.

Oh, right.

I'm not sure
four years is enough.

Plenty of people come
to the Criminal Bar
and choose to defend

so that they can fight
for the downtrodden
and the damaged.

You want damaged?
There's damaged.

Thank you.

Who's on the side
of the angels today?
Nick Pellegrini?

Martha Costello?

Thank you.

Some barristers
get smoothed out by
overexposure to bad things.

I mean, they see
so much of it,

they forget how bad it is
and how to feel.

Not me.

[SIGHS]
Two things.

Yes?

There are a series of these
prosecutions, 19 in all.
Every one as bad as this.

Right, good.

And the second thing?

Are you free this evening?

I'll call you.

[DOOR OPENS]

19 white-ribbon briefs
for Clive Reader.

You trying to wind me up?

-It's good work.
-It's prosecuting.

And Clive's very good at it.

300 years of clerking,
sirs have always been sirs.

Misses have
always been misses.

You come along,
and "sir" turns into
a first name all of a sudden.

What do we put that down to?
I'll tell you, shall I?

Massive disrespect
for history.

If there's one thing
I learned from my time
working for Amnesty,

it's a massive
disrespect for history

and an equally massive
disrespect for people with too
much respect for history.

Let's have a drink, shall we?
Soon. Just you and me.

Okay.

Clive.

Clive asked me
to look at something for him.

Did he, now?

What did he get yesterday?

Four years.

About right?

Drug mules get 12 or 13.

Who was the CPS solicitor?

Nicola.

Why are you smiling?

They were very flirtatious,
Nicola and Clive.

Mmm, well, he's like that
with everyone.
If in doubt, flirt.

Yeah, yeah, but...

What?

Are you good at reading
sexual signals, Amy?

[SLAMS PEN DOWN]

Look.

Billy isn't himself
at the moment.

Now, I know him really well,
and he wouldn't do
a thing like that.

-Believe me.
-He did.

-Amy...
-What am I supposed
to do, Martha?

It's the truth.
I thought I could rely on you.

Oh, er, thank you
for yesterday.

I learned a lot.

So?

Did he do it,
our Sean?

He owns three
clubs in Manchester.
They're a success.

So he wants to repeat
that success in London.

He makes an announcement
saying that he's opening
a new club in King's Cross

and calling it The Electric,
which is the name of his
biggest Manchester club.

So it seems a bit
like world domination?

Two days later,
Jimmy Monk visits
him in Manchester

and tells him to keep out
of the London club scene.

Jimmy tells him
that the Monk family
want payment

for allowing him even to exist
in the Manchester scene,
let alone London.

-Protection money?
-By any other name.

The Monk family don't want
some Northern upstart
treading on their toes

so Jimmy and his goons
slap Sean about a bit,
because they're like that.

And Sean's left feeling
angry and humiliated?

Three months later,
he's arrested for
the murder of Jimmy Monk

in a Heathrow hotel room.

His prints are in the room
and he's on the CCTV
entering the hotel.

The timing fits.

-Weapon?
-No gun found.

Well, that's the evidence,
but you still haven't answered
my question.

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

-Yes or no?
-No.

-What was he doing when
he came to see you that time?
-What do you mean?

Well, it would have been
after Jimmy roughed him up

but before the date
of the murder.

Why don't you
just spit it out, Clive?

-How long had
he not seen you for?
-I don't know.

Are we talking five years?
Ten years?

Then all of a sudden he's
down in London schmoozing
the only lawyer he knows?

We're old friends.

Hmm, bit more than that,
by the sounds of it.

By the sounds of...
Sorry, what do you mean,
"by the sounds of it"?

You'd have said "no"
to an old friend,
but you said "yes" to him,

'cause you had a bit of
whatever round the back of
the haciendalast century.

You're practically a witness
and you're representing him.

You're jealous.

[EXHALES]

I need someone
to represent me.

-No.
-It's just...

-It's Billy.
-Yeah, but...

You wouldn't ask Martha,
would you?

-I would have done,
but I can't.
-Why not?

Because she's
representing Billy.

Er, miss?

It's the CCTV
from the hotel,
the McBride case.

Wow, that was quick.

Well, we've got
both briefs in chambers.

-What? Who?
-Miss Warwick.

CW's prosecuting Sean?

[MOUTHING]

[SNORTS]

MARTHA: What do you think?

I think I'm better looking.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

It's definitely him.

Well, we're not
saying it's not.

The fingerprints in the room
kind of make your mind up
for you on that one.

Yeah, but why would he
talk to her if he's about
to murder somebody?

I mean, why would he do that?

-You could read it
as cold-blooded.
-He's not cold-blooded.

[DOOR OPENS]

Sean McBride.
Solicitor's had
a bail out listed.

When?

-JOHN: He forgot to tell us.
-When, John?

2:00.

-I'm across the road at 2:00.
-Yes, miss. Sorry, miss.

-Well, I'm free. I'll do it.
-It's half 12:00 now, sir.

It's fine. Miss Costello's
got me up to speed.

Thank you.

I'm just popping
down to Woolwich.

-Why?
-McBride bail-out.

Defending, Clive?

Helping chambers out.

[SIGHS]

McBride.

You want to be careful, sir.

Why's that?
Who are you?

I wouldn't be in a room
with a psycho like McBride.

By the way,
are you for real?

Sorry?

-Bailing a gangland murder?
-"Gangland"?

What would you
like me to call it?

"Psycho nightclub owner
with a strong interest
in guns and killing people

"murders the youngest brother
in the biggest criminal outfit
in North London."

Is that better?

Killing people?

Two tours in Afghanistan.

-Where's Martha?
-Busy.

-She can't just drop
everything for a bail-out.
-What's she doing?

Let's talk about you.
Now, were you at the hotel?

-Can we get rid of him?
-What?

-I don't trust him.
-He's fine.

He's not fine.
He's overdoing it.

-He's just coming down.
-He's not coming down
from anything.

He's here to listen to
what I've got to say to you.

Aren't you? Aren't you?

Hey! Hey, look!

Look, he's the real thing!

Take your shirt off.

Where's the wire, Sean?

I don't trust him.

[SIGHS]

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
Hello?

I need time alone
with my client.

It was at the hotel,
turned over the first
protection money payment.

-How much?
-Three grand.

Right, so you flew to Heathrow
to hand over £3,000.

I, I didn't fly.
I drove.

Right, I waited in the hotel
at the agreed time.

Jimmy didn't show up,
so I left. It's simple.

Can you get me bail?

People on a murder charge
don't get bail.

Martha said it
was worth a shot.

Yeah, well, she's a big hit
with the clients.

What does that mean?

Well, Martha's one of
the world's great optimists.

Clients like to be told
they're going to win.

It would be a miracle
if I got you bail under
these circumstances.

WOMAN: [OVER TANNOY]
All parties for the
Lakin case...

So, here's the equation.
If I'm gonna represent
you against Billy,

it has to be worth it.

Sorry, I don't understand.

Are you any good?
Can you cut it
at the Criminal Bar?

Right.

So, are you gonna tell me
what you're here for?

Er, yes, yeah. A...

A pit bull tied up
outside a shop on
Kentish Town High Street,

-and a Spinone goes past.
-Spinone?

Italian hunting dog.
She's called Lottie.

She's got like a, a beard
and huge feet and just...
Anyway, er, the pit bull...

He goes mad, he breaks free,
and he clamps his jaw
onto Lottie's back end.

Now, all of this
is incredibly shocking.
There's blood everywhere.

Lottie doesn't utter a sound.

She just stands there
bleeding and hopeless,
waiting to die.

-And...
-MAN: Miss Lang?

Hang on. What next?
Who are you representing?

Er, sorry. I have to go.

MAN: Mr Reader?

I'll come in and see you!

The defendant lied.

-About?
-His gun.

He said he didn't own one.
We have evidence that he did.

Mr Reader?

No gun was found.
There is no murder weapon.

Detective Chief
Inspector Fitzpatrick

chooses to call the defendant,
and I quote, "a psycho".

I'm going to give him
the contact details

of one or two
mental-health charities,

who would like to have a word
with him about this kind
of casual stigmatising.

This is a man who served
his country in Afghanistan
with distinction,

and vehemently denies
this allegation.

He wouldn't want to skip bail

because
he's desperate to stand trial
so that he can clear his name.

And just in case
you were thinking of deciding

that the defendant needed to
be remanded in custody
for his own safety,

you and I both know,
although the world likes
to pretend that it isn't true,

that prison is
the least safe place
he could be.

I'm going to retire
to consider my decision.

All rise.

What the hell
do you call that?

-What?
-The "psycho" business.

He said it. Ask him.

He's entitled to think that
he can say things in private
that remain private.

It was a casual remark.

Betraying
the real man underneath.

What gave you
the right to say that?

You've known him
for two minutes and
you've seen into his soul?

-You're really angry with me?
-Yes, of course
I'm really angry with you!

But deeper than that,
you're frightened.

-Frightened?
-Bail in a murder?

Imagine how
embarrassed you'd be.
You'd need a big drink.

[SMACK]

[GASPS]

-CLIVE: How many?
-What?

-You were a sniper?
-Yeah.

How many Taliban?

Nine hits.

Maybe don't use
that word in court.

COURT USHER: All rise.

Whatever happens, thanks.
That was done properly.

JUDGE: I have considered
the arguments of Mr Reader.

In my judgement,
the defendant should
remain in custody.

Bail is refused.

[EXHALES]

What would Shoe Lane
look like, a week after
Billy Lamb leaves this life?

Like a clerks' room
full of clerks.

I'm after something
more than legacy.

-What's that?
-Atonement.

Also known as,
"grassing people up".

Atonement means a lot more
than the codes of honour

that bad people
make for themselves.

Grassing up bad
people is good.

Not grassing up bad people
is lawyering.

Hmm!

There are no grasses
in hell, Billy.

So what do you
want from me, then?

Martha Costello.

Why?

-She thinks I'm the devil.
-So?

I want to show her
who I really am.

Why?

I love that girl.
You know that.

I know you do and
you want to look after her.

Trust me. I've got
all her best interests
right next to my heart.

My client was sitting
in the window of a cafe,
working on his laptop,

when he saw
what was happening.

He knew what he had to do.

He ran into the kitchen,
he grabbed what he needed,
he sprinted across the road

and he stuck a kitchen knife
into the pit bull's side.

He told me it was
the hardest thing
he's ever done.

Now, Lottie was free,
but she collapsed in the road.

Two police cars and four
police officers arrived.

And what did they do?
They refused to take
Lottie to the vet.

Basically because they didn't
want her blood in their car.

At which point my
client got upset.

He forgot that
he still had the knife,

and that he was covered
in the blood of two dogs,
and he shouted at them,

that they would be responsible
for her death if she died.

They arrested him
under the Public Order Act.

My client wants
me to say that he's
not sorry for what he's done,

he'd do the same
again tomorrow,

and that he used to respect
and trust the police force,
but he doesn't any more.

He wonders why
back-seat upholstery
is considered more important

than the life of
an Italian spinone.

JUDGE: Thank you, Miss Lang.

Stand up, please.

I'm going to deal
with this by way
of a conditional discharge.

Stay away from big knives
and it'll be the last
you hear of this.

Thank you.

How is Lottie?

Er, she's alive and well
and walking around happily
on three legs.

[EXHALES]

Clive, the election.
Head of Chambers.

It's a three-way tie,
my polling tells me.
15 votes each.

[INDISTINCT]

-When are we deciding on Amy?
-Next week.

Before the election?

And before
Billy's harassment hearing.

-So she'll have a vote?
-Yeah.

I thought you were brilliant
in court today.

Listen,
I've been thinking.

It's only fair that if Billy
has a silk representing him,
so do you.

[DOOR OPENS]

You didn't tell me
about the gun.

How was he?

He likes me better than
his blonde brief.

-Hmm, very funny.
-He's good at killing
people, though.

Nine dead men, Mar.

-That's different.
-Well, yes and no.

Shooting someone isn't easy,
but the more you do it,
the easier it becomes.

Like it or not,
call it what you want,
he's a professional killer.

Hmm. I've got work to do.

CLIVE: [SCOFFS]
Jumpy as hell.

It's an insult!

Look, as you so rightly
pointed out,

you are innocent
until proven guilty.

You're entitled to carry on
your life as normal until
the hearing and so is Amy.

Part of that life
is chambers deciding

whether or not she should
become a member forever.

Agreed?

Good.

You're trying to take
Clive Reader away from me.

You won't do it,
and sleeping with him
won't get him either!

-What did you say?
-You heard!

I've seen you
fiddling with your hair
when you talk to him,

giving it the old
Diana doe-eyes.

And what about qualities
like being hard-working
and intelligent?

Can women have those, Billy?
And what about you?

Let's do your so-called
"good parts". What are they?

Sentiment. Loyalty.

The two most overrated
human qualities,

and the big thing about both,
always male!

[SHOUTING] I'm not a man!

I'm a Senior Clerk.

[EXHALES]

[LOUD EXHALE]

Yes, it's Lamb.

William Lamb, I'm ringing
for my test results.

-Yeah.
-[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[CLEARS THROAT]
Sorry.

No, no.

Do you like boxing, sir?

[CROWD SHOUTING]

[BOXERS SPARRING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

That's Jake.

What's he doing?

-He can't. Can he?
-Yes, he can.

[LAUGHS]

Come on, my son!

[CROWD CHEERING]

Go on!

[BELL RINGS]

BILLY: Sean McBride wonders
whether you will work
alongside Miss Costello.

Seems he liked
your bail application.

I told the solicitor
two silks, it just
wouldn't happen.

No.

Be like Federer
and Nadal playing doubles.

-Just wouldn't happen. No.
-No.

Not even if one of the silk
needs protecting from
her dangerous client,

and our senior clerk
is happy for it to happen,

so happy that he might
forgive the other silk

for arguing that he's
a sexual predator.

Which one of us is Federer?

Well, guile and grace,
no sweat, no grunts?

I'd say you were Roger, sir.

[CHUCKLES]

-[BELL RINGS]
-REFEREE: Ready, guys?

BILLY: Come on, Jake!
CLIVE: Go on, Jake!

That's it, into him!

Go on!

-[BOXER GRUNTS]
-BILLY: Ooh, yes! Ooh!

-BILLY: Yes!
-[CROWD CHEERING]

BILLY: Go on! Go on, son!

Yes, Jake! Good boy!

-[MOBILE RINGS]
-Come on! He's done it.

-Hello?
-He's done it! Well done!

BILLY: [LAUGHS] Yes!

Whoo-hoo!
Fantastic.

Yes, my son.

[LAUGHS] Go on!

[LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING] Yes!
Go on, my son.

JOHN: Yeah, um, Billy Lamb.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.
2nd of June, 1969.

Right.

Right.

Thank you.

Sure.

No, I'll be fine.
Er, yes, I'm with someone.

Bloody hell.

Why would you do that?

You and she up
against each other
for Head of Chambers

and you're being her junior.

-I'm not her junior.
-Course you are.

[LAUGHS]

Do you know what I think?

I think you've
been half in love
with her since you met.

You're wrong.

It's my job to know
everything about you.

-Everything?
-Everything.

The closer I get,
the more I know,

the better I can
look after you.

How much closer?

[MOBILE VIBRATES]

CLIVE: [LAUGHS]
You're working.

-What?
-You just looked
at your phone.

Me, your phone.
It's all in a day's work.

I don't think so.

[MOBILE RINGS]

[MOBILE VIBRATES]

[CHUCKLES]

-Hello?
-John?

What is it?

Uh...
There's, um...

A clash in the diary.

Is that why you got me
back from the pub?

[CHUCKLES] The pub?
You're turning
into a real clerk.

Was he your first?

What?

Toxic cocktail.
First love revisited.

-What are you saying?
-If you get him off...

Will you be
getting off with him?

The word from all the coppers
is that he did it.

Not the case,
not the evidence,
the actual word.

Just so you know.

[EXHALES]

Afghanistan.

Eight shots, 300 metres.
350, maybe.

That range,
you have to aim
a tiny bit high,

because the trajectory
of the bullet has a small
downward curve in it

so the focus is all on
the execution of a shot.

It's not about
another human being.

There were nine,
weren't there?

The ninth was a firefight.

Usual mayhem.
I found myself in a drainage
ditch and there he was.

15 feet away.
Him or me.

What was it like?

His weapon jammed,
so he ran at me.

He nearly got to me, but...

Not like sniping?

Blew his face off.
At that range, you know...

I try not to think about it.

I'll see you upstairs.

Martha?

I didn't do this.

CAROLINE: A planned killing
in cold blood.

A single gunshot through
the back of the head,
just behind the left ear.

We say this man was forced
to kneel down on the carpet

and was shot from behind
by a trained killer

who knows about the science
of killing people.

That killer,
the evidence will show

is Sean McBride.

Well, Jimmy Monk
came into the club
with these three big fellas.

Um, Sean,
he was out the back,
but then he came through.

What happened?

Jimmy said he liked the club,
but he should stay away
from London.

-Did Sean respond?
-He laughed.

One of them got
a hold of Sean,
around the neck,

and the other two
gave him some slaps.

Slaps?

Actual slaps
with the palm of the hand.

I, I think they just wanted
to make him feel stupid.

What was Jimmy Monk doing?

He was smiling.

And he said he wanted money
in return for allowing

the Manchester clubs
to carry on.

-Was there any further contact
between Sean and Jimmy?
-Yes.

Er, Sean gave him a call.

Did you hear what Sean said?

He was arranging
to meet Jimmy.

Where?

A Heathrow hotel.

Just Jimmy?

He was very insistent
that it be just Jimmy.

They agreed the date
and location for the meeting
and then ended the call.

-[SEAN SIGHS]
-How did he seem
after the call?

Er, he was pumped up.
You know, excited?

Did he say anything to you?

He said it would be like
going out on patrol.

What did he mean?

Afghanistan.

Did Sean McBride own a gun?

-Yes.
-Can you describe it?

Er, a pistol with a red stripe
on the handle.

-Where did he keep it?
-A drawer in the office.

Where is the gun now?

I don't know.

-Did you look for it?
-Yes.

When?

When he was down
in London for the
Jimmy Monk meeting.

You checked on the gun?

It was gone.

What did you do when Jimmy
and his heavies were slapping
your best friend around?

-Nothing.
-Why not?

I couldn't.

-Were you restrained?
-No.

-Were you scared?
-Yes.

And what were you scared of?

-Jimmy and his heavies.
-Why?

They're hard men.

Did you offer to go with Sean
to the meeting at Heathrow?

-No.
-Why not?

-Same reason.
-Fear?

Sorry, could you speak up?

[SIGHS] Yes.

Sean went to Heathrow to make
a protection money payment
to Jimmy Monk?

I don't know.

And Sean being nervous
the night before, well, that's
hardly surprising, is it?

I mean,
you'd have felt the same,

if you had to make
that payment to a man
like Jimmy Monk?

-Possibly.
-Sorry, possibly?

Well, yes, I would have been.
But then Sean had a gun.

Sorry, did you see Sean
take it with him?

-No.
-Did you see him
remove it from the drawer?

-No.
-Did he talk to you
about taking it with him?

No.

Then you can't say
that he had a gun,
can you, Mr Brannigan?

Why are you smiling?

Well, er, call me
old-fashioned,
but it's common sense.

Nobody else had access
to that drawer and knew
what was in it.

Apart from you.

I don't know what you mean.

Sorry, when, when did you
decide to become a witness
for the prosecution?

-What, what are you saying?
-Who runs The Electric now?

I do.

Thank you.

So Jake is boxing?

Yeah. [CHUCKLES]

-Not the same without him.
-Nah.

[LAUGHS]
Do you remember when he...

Don't, John. Please.

-I've done something big.
-Oh, yeah? What's that?

Given up hockey.

-Ah, about time. Girls' game.
-[CHUCKLES]

Why?

Before the game last week,
we were running through
a short corner routine.

Bent down to tie my shoelace
up and one of my team-mates
hit the ball.

Missed my head by an inch.
[MAKES WHIZZING NOISE]

[SIGHS]

-I think if it had...
-You wouldn't be here today.

-Nah.
-Doesn't bear thinking about.

Except it does.

What?

Makes you think.

That life is short.

And precious.

Mmm-hmm.

LOUISE: I didn't know
why he was angry.
He wouldn't say.

Just kept pacing around
and punching things.

CAROLINE: What was
he punching?

A cupboard. A wall.

Me.

CAROLINE: He hit you?

-Where?
-My stomach.

No, I meant where were you?

My flat.

Had he told you why he was
angry before he hit you?

No.

Did he tell you afterwards?

He said it was that bastard,
Monk, who'd threatened
him at the club.

Thank you so much,
Miss Philpott.

You were his girlfriend?

-Yes.
-But not now?

No.

Who finished the relationship?

-He did.
-When?

The week before he came
round and hit me.

What were your feelings
for Sean before he finished
the relationship?

He was my boyfriend.

Sorry, does that
cover your feelings
for Sean McBride?

What?

Does what you've
just told this court

adequately describe
your feelings for this man?

[MARTHA CLEARS THROAT]

"I love you with
all my body and soul,

"especially my body,
but my soul, too.

"I want to be
with you forever.

"Will you do that
secret thing you do
to me tonight?"

Who said that?

[CLEARS THROAT] Me.

This is a text message
you sent Sean the day before
he split up with you.

Now, is that a better
description of your emotions

than the one you've
just given this court?

Yes.

So, you were crazy about him.
You were madly
in love with him.

You couldn't get enough
of Sean McBride.

You were devastated
when he finished with you
and you were angry...

-No.
-And this is your revenge.

This is you lying
about the man
who broke your heart.

I'm telling the truth.
He hit me.

He wouldn't do that.

How the hell would you know?

Miss Costello is doing
her job, Miss Philpott.
Just answer her questions.

That wasn't a question,
"He wouldn't do that."

Milady, the witness
is absolutely right.

My learned friend
is giving evidence.

Did you tell the police?

No.

Did you tell your flatmate
when she came
home an hour later?

No.

You waited until Sean
was arrested for this murder

and then you gave
your statement to the police.

What secret thing?

-I'm not saying.
-Is it something sexual?

-Not really.
-What, then?

He used to whisper in my ear.

What did he whisper?

[SCOFFS] After a kiss.
"I've died
and gone to heaven".

JUDGE: Miss Costello?

If I were a more cynical,
hard-nosed-bitch
type of barrister,

I would say that my learned
opponent still has the hots
for the killer in the dock.

But then I tell myself,
"That can't be right".

And her esteemed junior
would make sure that
it wasn't right.

-I'm not her junior.
-Of course
you're not, darling.

We need to get
back for the vote.

On?

Whether to make Amy Lang
a member of chambers.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Okay. We have a decision.

Head of Chambers
has to make the call.
He's not here, obviously.

So, um, who's going to
inform Miss Lang?

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

You're in.

[SIGHS]

[GASPS]

[LAUGHS]

[GASPS]

The 46th voter.

[LAUGHING]
Oh, yes!

There were people
in the room across
the corridor, 1045.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Okay.
Good.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

You're on.

CAROLINE: Were you
the duty manager at the hotel
on the night of the murder?

Yes.

Did you notice an arrival?

The defendant.

Had he made a booking?

Yes, room 1044.

In what name?

Costello.

-First name?
-Just an initial. E.

As in Elvis Costello?

A singer, Your Ladyship.

It's been a Good
Year for the Roses,
wouldn't you say, Mr Reader?

But not so good
for Shipbuilding.

The rooms, er,
next to and opposite
1044, were they also booked?

Yes.

And on the day of the murder,
did the guests for
those rooms turn up?

Nobody turned up.

What were the names used?

Nick Westlake,
Martin Land,

Steve Keane and Robin Page.

JUDGE: Lunch.

Martha?

Nick Westlake, Martin Land,
Steve Keane, Robin Page.

All boys in our
class at school.

-Yours and Sean's?
-Yes.

Jesus Christ.

Well, so that's it.
He keeps the rooms
around 1044 empty

so nobody hears
or sees anything.

Get a bloody
cigarette out for me.

Look, they don't know.

CW doesn't get it.
The police don't know.

And it is not our job
as defence counsels.

Martha.

You take the witness.

I don't think you can
carry on with this.

I've looked into his eyes.

I know the answer
when I look into
a client's eyes.

I get it right.

When you say that
the rooms were not "occupied",

you mean that the people who
booked them didn't show up?

That's right.

But you didn't go
up there yourself,
to the tenth floor?

No.

So you can't
actually say that there
was nobody in those rooms?

Nobody booked in.

Yes, but you
didn't see for yourself
that those rooms were empty?

Strictly speaking, no.

If I suggested to you
that room 1045,
the room opposite room 1044,

was actually occupied
at the same time

as when the defendant
was waiting in room 1044,

you can't tell me that
that isn't true?

There are rumours
the hotel is haunted.

[RIPPLES OF LAUGHTER]

JUDGE: Tomorrow at 10:00?

[MUSIC PLAYS]

[MUSIC STOPS]

Where's Martha?

I don't know, Sean.

Maybe she's thinking
about what a liar
you turned out to be.

-I'm not a liar.
-You lied about the gun.

I think you're lying
about everything.

Who was it?
Who apart from you made
fake hotel reservations

in the name of
your classmates?

I've prosecuted
lots of men like you.

You're a manipulator
and a fraud.

And Martha, she's vulnerable.

Yeah, I get it.

Get what?

You're in love with her.
Aren't you, hmm?

Am I right?
Am I?

You're going down.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[STRUGGLING]

[DISTANT GRUNTS]

MARTHA: Stop it!

-[ALARM BEEPING]
-Help!

-Ahhh!
-Get back!

Shit!

MARTHA: Don't touch him!

-[ALARM RINGING]
-[GRUNTS]

Look at me.
Did you do this?

He put his hand on my knee.

BILLY: The cancer is moving.

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

If I were to
catch you coaching
a witness, I'd finish you.

Is that your killer point?

-What are you afraid of?
-[SNIGGERS]

Trust me.

Square peg, round hole!