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A dead child, Nick.

With the same
date of birth as you.

And the same place of birth
on his death certificate.

You were spying on me,

the first time
you said you loved me?

When Michael told me
there was drugs in his shoe,

I nearly took him
right back to Customs.

Abigail Strickland
was found dead,

two minutes away
from where I was supposed to talk to her

about Michael Antwi.

She was coming to see me.

It's big.
Nick is into something very dark.

So, my question is,
when it comes down to it,

which would you put first?

The story or Maya Cobbina?

I'm not going quietly.

You have to go big.

It wasn't Rudy
who killed Mayor Anderson.

He was with me
fixing up a truck.

Oh, but now they found a man
who can prove Rudy didn't do it.

-What's the
-Vernon Early.

When they pulled me
out of the cell and took me away,

your boy wasn't dead.

She's not joining up
any of the dots.

Much bigger,
much more dangerous.

Those are the people
that should pay for Michael's death.

I've taken out
an insurance policy. On the whole family.

I don't know your name...

- No.
- My name is Lola.

Vernon Early is dead.

He died of a heart attack
in a police station.

You did this.

Who's next, Nick?

Maya.

Maya, please.

Again and again,
men die in police custody.

There is a small fuss,

but the house doesn't come
tumbling down like it should.

But this time,
they're frightened.

This time they're behaving
like the world might just fall apart

if they're not careful.

Why?

Why, Michael?

Why me?

I... I don't know.

Then there's no
way back for us.

But I can find out.

Yes.

How did it go?

There won't be any
prosecutions of any police officers in the Antwi case.

It's not in the
public interest.

So, that's it?

What?

It's over?

None of the coppers?

Where do you live?

Muswell Hill.

And how old are you?

Twenty-two.

Are you happy?

No.

Do you want to have
a wrestle with me? - Sure.

But, maybe we
should go somewhere.

My house is nice.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Hello?

Hello?

Should we do it?

Yeah.

Take this off.

* When I am with you

♪ There's no place
I'd rather be

♪ No, no, no, no, no

♪ No place I'd rather be... ♪

Dad?

This is Lola.

She's my best friend.

Oh.

Well, hello, Lola.

Hello.

-You're doing
-You think?

My father had a friend,
a German-Jew called Conrad.

He discovered,
after Conrad died,

that he'd been
a Sonderkommando at Auschwitz.

- Do you know what that is?
- Yes, Jews who worked as guards.

Jews with a choice.

Suicide, or do
what you're told.

They escorted people
selected to die to the gas chambers,

and they didn't tell them.

They didn't say,
"This is not a shower you're going to."

Why are you telling me this?

Telling the truth
can be the opposite of a good idea.

John Halliday,

the CPS lawyer,
who was at the police station

the night that
Michael Antwi died.

Mmm-hmm.

What's the issue?

He took a very early decision
to charge Peter Mackie,

even though the evidence
was unclear and there were some obvious holes.

Why are you
asking me about this?

Well, I was wondering
if it would be embarrassing to you

if we took a better
look at him.

Why would it?

He's a very senior CPS lawyer
on your watch.

- Are you embarrassed?
- No.

Then, neither am I.

What do you think of him?

We've never met.

Uh, tea, coffee?

Is there something you want to say?

Michael Antwi
was a drugs mule.

He came through
Heathrow with a stash.

Personal use?

Intent to supply.

There's more, isn't there?

Yes.

Mrs Antwi, she knew.

Later?

No, at the time.

She knew that her son
was importing.

The saintly Mrs A.

Not so saintly after all.

Thank you.

That wasn't easy, was it?

What's, er...

What's happening
with the Abigail murder?

How do you mean?

Where's the
investigation going?

- I don't know.
- Why not?

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Jesus Christ!
You know what this is like.

You know how vulnerable I am.

And what, silence?

Oh, you know what?
Forget it. Forget it.

I am done with this shit.

I'm out.

Wait.

I was a paedophile.

They all came to me,

and I set them up
with what they wanted.

Girls, boys...

Pick and mix.

I was the Woolworths
of depravity.

And they were arrested
when they went to the rendezvous?

Yeah.

So, you were
locking up monsters?

Two things about paedophiles,

they really feel
they're offering love.

And they feel really
sorry for themselves when they're caught.

What happened?

My whole life became
the Paedo Unit.

Just be home for bath time.

My wife said,
"That's all I want.

"Bath and bed,
then the children will feel like they have a father."

I couldn't go home
without crying.

I couldn't cry, because...

Because we don't
do that, do we?

And I couldn't explain it,
so I stopped coming home.

Do you see your children now?

I know you much, much better
than I know my children.

I need to know what I'm doing.

I can't go on without knowing
why I'm spying on my own wife.

My job is to keep you happy.

If you're unhappy,
then I have failed.

So, help me.

Why do I matter so much?

The Fever Club.

One o'clock,
tomorrow afternoon.

Well, knowingly
importing cannabis with her son.

This came from Corrigan?

He didn't do anything.

It has to have
come from Nick. - Why are you so sure?

Mrs Antwi lived with them.

After Michael died,
they were like a surrogate family to her.

She must have told him.

What are you thinking?

How many coppers do you know?

- Dozens.
- Why?

I pay them for stories
all the newspaper doesn't dare to.

Back scratching.

Oh, yeah.

"You scratch mine,
I'll scratch yours." - Yeah, yeah.

The press and the police.

Corrigan...

And Nick.

He's a copper.

Nick's a copper.

Oh, God!

Oh, God, he's an undercover
police officer, isn't he?

Where have you been?

Um...

I've been to see my handler.

What did you tell him?

That Michael Antwi
was a drug importer,

and that Mrs Antwi knew
what he was doing.

Oh, God!

Oh!

It was the biggest thing
I had to give.

There's nothing
I won't do for them.

I'm their man.

They believe in me. They...

They believe
they can trust me completely.

What are you...

What are you saying?

You need someone
at the heart of the story.

On the inside,
gathering all the evidence.

You.

I am on your side.

I can work for you now.

They trust you.

All you have
to do is trust me.

We're being fed.

- Why would they do that?
- What?

Because this isn't
the real thing.

They real story is bigger,
and they can kill it with this.

The Director of Public
Prosecutions is married to an undercover police officer.

That's how big.
That's our story.

What does it tell you,
if Corrigan is giving us something this big?

How big does
that make the story he doesn't want us to have?

I can't find your Scotsman.

Never had this before.

Who the hell is he?

Keep following Nick.
He's gonna take us up the ladder.

What happened?

Oh, I was running
and I didn't see the kerb, I tripped, you know.

Went down, put my hand out
to break my fall, and...

It's like some
stupid cartoon, innit?

Get it seen to.

Yeah.

I know why you're here.

You're gonna tell me or...

It's written all over you.

There was a UC
inside the Richardson family.

Did you know that?

Yeah.

Charlie had a personal pilot
for his private jet.

It was old Bill.

Stress was unbelievable.

Inside the IRA, very tough.

None of them came out
emotionally intact.

But spying on your own wife,

probably the hardest
of the lot.

We are very grateful.

Is that it?

Is that it? "Thank you"?

"Thank you for all
you've been doing."

I am betraying
my wife every day.

And what do you
give me in return?

Loud and clear,
you don't trust me.

- Has she ever suspected?
- No.

- You sure about that?
- I'm sure.

I could think about what would
happen if she did find out.

And...

I would die.

Do you know that?

It would feel
like dying, anyway.

That's the risk I run for you.

Your man in the,
the Richardson family,

he knew what he was doing.

That bloke in the IRA,
same thing.

I don't know what I'm for.

I gave you Abi.

I gave up one
of our own for you.

You've made me part
of a conspiracy to murder.

I gave you Michael's mom, man.

Michael's mom
who is probably...

Probably the best human being
I have ever met.

How much more of me
do you want without telling me what this is all for?

You tell your Scotch governor,
I don't need his protection.

Especially from
a total amateur like you.

I'm not with...

What?

You're not what?

Who are ya?

You're press.

It's wobbling.

Christ!

Now? Just when...

He's right on the edge.

Is it... Is it time?

Let me hear you
say it, Halliday.

I'll let you know.

What?

Not yet, that's plan B.

- Plan A?
- Let him know much we need him.

And a little bit of why.

- Meaning?
- Get him Greenlaw.

Sure.

Why does he need to see me?

Because you are impressive.

What's that supposed to mean?

You sleep with
all sorts of women, half your age,

who are not your wife,
for example.

I don't think they're
doing that just because of your looks.

Power impresses.

"Call me Minister, bitch."

One of your lines, I'm told.

I'm not frightened
of you, Spook. - You should be.

- You're all bluff.
- It's a long way down your nose to me.

I'm not seeing him.
I won't risk it.

I'm only gonna say this once.

You do what I say,

or I will cut your small
and average penis off, chop it up,

and send slices
of spotted dick to all the women in your life.

Oh, sorry.

I forgot.

Mr Johnson.

- Here's your pass.
- Thanks.

Please follow me.

Yeah?

Mr Johnson
to see you, Minister.

So, it must stop you
from swimming.

Uh, yeah.

Running?

How do you know?

The plaster.

Yeah, right, but, I mean,
how do you know I'm a triathlete?

- I'm well briefed.
-By who?

You all talk to each other.

We are very grateful
for what you do.

Now, I know it's impossible
for any public recognition to come your way,

so this is the best we can do,
I'm afraid.

But, what have I done?

What am I for?

We've been working for this moment.

Together,
we've been making sure that police officers

who made a small mistake,

a very long time ago,

are not put on trial.

Why not?

We live in a tolerant society,
and none of us want to disturb that.

And, after 20 years,
we are so glad

that the DPP understands
how right we've been.

So, I gave information
to my handler,

and it works its way,
all the way up to you.

And the world
is a safer place.

Yes.

I got it.

I got it.

There's something else.

It's time you knew.

About Michael Antwi.

Maya, it's me.

Uh, I didn't get it.

The listening device
didn't work.

I'm sorry.

I don't believe you.

Maya. No, Maya...

You didn't bring your daughter
this time.

Maya.

Pity.

I'm really sorry
that she didn't get to know

Vernon Early better
before he passed.

You know, I just wonder
what gets you up in the morning.

Well, this morning,
I'm thinking, "Well, here I am in Washington,

"and I'm going
to the highest court in the land."

But, God only knows
what we're doing here,

because, rest his soul,

Mr Early
isn't with us any more.

So what?

We're here to watch
Maya Cobbina beg for mercy?

Now, come on.

Right.

We don't have Vernon,
so we don't have the truth.

So, what are we doing?

We're going big.

- Ms Cobbina?
- Yes?

Twenty minutes at the podium,
not a second more.

We'll cut you off
if you go over.

Do you want a light?

Uh, yes, please.
Two minutes, then one.

Okay, red light means
your time is up. I'll give you a minute.

All rise.

Please be seated.

Ms Cobbina.

The death penalty
is unconstitutional,

because it is in breach
of the eighth amendment,

forbidding cruel
and unusual punishments.

Something that
the Constitution contemplates

can't be unconstitutional,
Ms Cobbina.

Like slavery?

I'm sorry,
what's the connection?

The original text
of the Constitution

contemplates that a slave
was valued at three fifths of a person.

So?

So, the Constitution
has amendments

because the world changes.

Slavery was wrong,

but our founding fathers
didn't realise quite how wrong back then.

The Constitution
was written on paper by ordinary mortals.

Not in stone by super men.

Which is why it evolves,
which is why it has amendments,

including the eighth.

I don't need a lecture
on Constitutional Theory from you.

Every American
has the right and obligation

to read and interpret
the Constitution for himself.

That's pompous
and patronising.

It's Thomas Jefferson.

I'm an English woman

and I know the Constitution
of the United States backwards.

Not because I'm a lawyer,

but because
I love the language it contains.

It's genius is
that its words are unrestricted

by history,
tradition, precedent.

Their genius is that they
leave all of us people, lawyers, justices,

free to take meaning
not from reading the Constitution,

but from reading life.

Why don't you get
to the substance of your argument?

The fact of being on death row
is cruel and unconstitutional.

Prisoners on death row,
including those who say they are innocent,

are abandoning appeals
against execution,

because they just
can't take it any more.

Um, Javier Suarez
Medina in Texas,

was asked on 11 occasions

how he'd like
his bodily remains disposed of.

Larry Lonchar in Georgia
was 58 seconds away from execution

when it was stayed.

This evidence is anecdotal.

The last 10 executions
in Florida,

the condemned men have spent
an average of 25 years on death row,

that's 25 years.

Living in terrible conditions
with terrible thoughts for company.

The solution to which
would be modifying the environment,

rather than abolishing
the death penalty.

Move on, Ms Cobbina.

It's racist.

Black people are more likely
to be given the death sentence than white people.

That is hugely increased
if the accused is black and the victim is white.

Men and women
are on death row,

not because
of the egregiousness of their crime,

but because of the colour
of their skin.

Plus, the chance of being
given the death sentence depends on which state

and in which county
the crime is committed.

Oh, don't live
in Washburn County, Connecticut,

if you're being
tried for murder, because if you are...

If you are convicted,
you are near certain to die.

Geography was never
what our founding fathers had in mind

when determining
who should die

and who should be spared.

Bottom line,
Ms Cobbina, the people decide, not lawyers.

Not you and me
with our data and statistics,

but real people
sitting as juries.

I know of no argument
for reassigning the sacred duty of 12 jurors to lawyers.

Are you done?

Uh, no. No, I have
one more argument.

Make it in the next
two minutes.

Pain.

Uh, excuse me?

The lethal injection
is cruel and unconstitutional

because of the pain it causes.

You have to show
that the execution, I'm quoting from Bayes here,

is sure or very likely
to cause needless suffering.

Lethal injection is,
far and away,

the most humane
and dignified method of execution.

North Korea uses
anti-aircraft guns to execute enemies of the state.

Instant death.

Saudi Arabia beheads people
with razor-sharp swords.

One swipe and you're headless.

Albert Pierrepoint
in dark, old 1950s England,

could hang a man
in eight seconds flat.

And we look down at them all
for being brutal and inhumane,

but none cause
the kind of suffering that I saw Rudy Jones go through.

There's no
conclusive evidence of pain in lethal injection procedure.

As clear
and profound disagreement amongst the experts on this,

the burden is on you
to prove it.

You haven't
discharged that burden on the evidence.

Justice Scarrow is right,
you can't prove the pain.

That's because the medication
hides everything.

That is the point
of the three-drug cocktail.

So everything looks
nice and clean,

and nobody is offended
by what they're actually seeing.

You show us
the evidence, fine.

But you can't, can you?

You can't do that.

I can.

Petitioner has had her 20 minutes,

and there's no provision
for a live witness in the supreme court.

He's right.

You don't want
to hear evidence

from a man who is,
is unique in American history,

in having experienced
the lethal injection

and survived it?

The rules here matter
more than justice?

The highest court in the land
doesn't have time for him?

He, he's waited
20 years for this.

The first three words of
the Constitution of the United States,

"We the people."

Is Rudy Jones
of the people or not?

I didn't want to make it easy
because I didn't want to die.

I didn't want to die,
because I didn't do the crime I was being executed for.

I fought them
because they were murdering me.

From the holding cell
to the death cell,

to the strap down
in the death chamber,

I was fighting for my life.

I didn't make a last statement
because that's part of it.

The sham that this is normal
human behaviour.

It isn't just

profoundly shameful
for the state to put men to death like dogs.

I was fighting and fighting,

and then it started.

The pain was so bad,

so intense,

I felt my dignity leave
like a soul departing.

And then it got worse.

I... I couldn't move.

I couldn't speak.

I was in tune with the agony.

And then I couldn't breathe.

I went in fighting for my life

and spent the next 90 minutes

hoping to die.

You put a gun to the head
of the elected mayor of Baton Rouge.

Oh, I wish I had.

I wish I had the courage.

But, no, sir, I did not.

Then who did?

You expect me
to entrust the name of another human being to you?

To this?

Knowing what I know
about justice in this country?

I won't do it.

That's a contempt of court.

I think we've heard
enough from you, Mr Livermore.

This was cruel,
and this was unusual.

And anyone on this bench
or in this courtroom who says it wasn't,

is inhuman and un-American.

Tell him I want to meet.

- Who?
- Rudy.

You just missed him.

Oh.

Why?

To give him the full story.

Why would you do that?

Because there's nothing left.

Well, it won't be the truth.
It'll be self-serving.

- Got to mention...
- Only the truth.

That's all it can be.

So why not here with me. Now.

Because he's a
hard-nosed bastard,

and you are Maya's
best friend.

- Meaning?
- Meaning I don't trust you to do it.

That's a compliment,
by the way.

Eleven o'clock.

Tomorrow morning.

Tell him to be there.

And tell him to keep
himself hidden until I let him know it's clear to talk.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

Dad?

I, uh...

I wanted to tell you
something myself before you read about it in the paper.

Okay.

Well, you found your voice.

I guess.

Why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to save it for here.

So that justices could hear it
straight from me,

straight from the pain.

You forgive me?

He deserved to die.

Are you still my dad?

Well, then it's okay.

It's okay.

Um, you remember that clearing
in the woods...

Where Rocco
caught that pigeon? - Yeah, that's it.

Um, tomorrow morning at 11:00,

I'm going to meet
a reporter there called Alex Brady,

and I'm going to tell him
exactly what I've just told you.

And then what?

Well, uh, then life can go on.

And we can all go
live in Cornwall together?

And you and me, we could...

We could go running.

Um, you mustn't tell anybody.

Now, I understand
that might be hard.

No one?

Would you like
to tell someone?

Would that make it easier?

Yeah.

Uh, what about
your best friend?

- Lola?
- Yeah.

I promised her
I'd tell her everything. - Oh, well...

Good.

Okay.

Thank you.

All right, come on now.

Time to get some sleep.

- Okay.
- Okay.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Lola! It's Dan.

There's something
I want to tell you.

It's very important.

I'm back.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Hello!

Dad's not here.
He hasn't been here all morning.

Well, we saved Rudy.

- Well done, Mummy!
- Ah!

I knew you would do it.

Dad should be here.

Why is he not here?

I'm gonna put
my stuff upstairs. I'll be down in a minute.

Mum...

This is my story.

Story, I think,
is the best word for anything autobiographical

because a few of us can resist
the temptation to make the rag bag

of incoherent happenings
that make up a life

into something meaningful.

And before we know it,

and without us intending it,

truth becomes fiction.

We're all writers, really.

Remembering, for me,
anyway, is not easy

because one life
has become confused with another.

And the second life,
as you now know, have more than one life inside it.

Nevertheless,
this is my best shot at the truth.

When you read this,
your life will have become much more complicated

in order that it should become
simpler, sooner.

I hope that you will come
to see that what I'm about to do is an act of love.

Look after Dan.

His girlfriend is not
what she seems.

Police, please.

There's going to be a murder.

Mum, is everything all right?

I have to tell you about Dad.

I have to tell you
about me and Dad.

I don't understand.

How could he?

You should ask him.

I can't.

We can't, because he's gone.

I know where he is.

Where is he?

He told me not to tell anyone.

Where is he, Dan?

He's gone to tell
a reporter the truth.

When?

In 15 minutes.

No, 14 minutes and 30 seconds.

He told you that?

He told you not
to tell anyone?

He says I can tell
my best friend.

Who's your best friend?

My girlfriend, Lola.

I love her.

Dan...

You have to tell me
where Dad is.

It's very important.

You have to tell me.

He's in the forest,

where Rocco caught the pigeon.

He said when he's done,
life can go on.

Sit in the front!

That's Dad's bike.

Come on.

Mum!

Oh, my God, Mum,
are you okay?

Dan, run!

Okay, okay.

- Mum, are you all right.
- Go, go, go, go.

No!

No!

Dan!

Put the weapon down.

Put your weapon down, now!

Will somebody call for help?

Stand back
from the weapon.

On your knees!

You're going
to be all right. You're going to be all right.

Hands on your head.

Somebody...

* Amazing Grace

♪ How sweet the sound

♪ That saved a wretch

♪ Like me

♪ I once was lost

♪ But now I'm found

♪ Was blind but now I see

♪ T'was grace that taught

♪ My heart to feel

♪ And grace, my fears... ♪

You were arrested.

How?

My freedom is unrestricted.

What do you want?

Look at what you've done.

What?

All these people,
and now your own son.

- Because of you.
- Me?

What's it all been for?

Justice.

Do you remember?

Justice?

I will never stop pursuing it.

I think you should.

Why?

Ask your husband.

What is it?
What did he want you to tell me?

Maya, I can't.

Nick, the truth,
just the truth.

He deserved to die,
Mayor Anderson.

Rudy?

Michael.

It was Michael?

-Maya!
-Mum!

Rudy told me to go big
and I tried,

I really, really tried.

Yes, you did.
Yes, you did, my child.

- But it wasn't enough.
-No.

Maya...

With your help, your patience,
and your love,

I'm going to go bigger.

You can say it.

I'm here.

We're all here.

Say it now,
and it will be a start.

Your name?