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GEORGE: Fatima Ali.

The brother tried
to calm her down,

and she lashed out at him
with a broken bottle,
he bled to death.

I've secured her a place
in a woman's refuge
as of this morning.

CLIVE: Blimey, Marth.
Never a good idea to sleep
with a colleague.

I need you
to tell me everything.

And for it always to be true.

CW.

Martha Costello.

Are you looking to move?

Well, I'm bloody lonely.
I want a friend.

Prosecute,
and you'll walk into silk.

Non-disclosure of evidence
is as serious as it gets.

See you in front
of the Bar Standards Board.

This is the end
of your career, Reader.

Mr Doyle...

Agreeing to drive the getaway
car in an armed robbery

when you had yet
to master the intricacies
of a manual gearbox

marks the nadir of
your criminal career to date.

I sentence you to eight years'
imprisonment.

(CRYING)

(CAR HORN)

MAN: (MUFFLED)
What the bloody hell?

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

The prosecution's case
hangs on two things:

the Prisoner Escort Record
form, and the
pathologist's report.

Do you know how many prisoners
develop claustrophobia when
it's time to get in the van?

A fair few, I'm sure.

He told them at the court
he had panic attacks.

But there was no doctor's note
to back it up.

And nothing on the form
about a heart condition.

Because the arrhythmia was
only diagnosed post-mortem.

Exactly. So there was no way
I could've known about it.

Yeah, but you did know
about the panic attacks.

And when you heard
Doyle was in distress...

He didn't sound distressed.

They have a witness,
and she claims she heard him
calling for help.

Yeah, well,

quite frankly,

that's bollocks,
if you'll pardon my French.

She couldn't have heard
anything from
outside that van.

When you're dealing
with an escape situation,
you keep the van locked.

It's basic common sense.

And that's what they
trained you to do?

That's right.
I did what I was supposed to.
So to say I was negligent...

(WARD SIGHS)

30 years I was
in the force.

20 of those
as a custody sergeant,

and not one blot
on my copybook.

Now look at me.

Jake?

Inventory.

What?

For the insurance.

Right.

BILLY: Ah! Mr Reader, sir!

Hope you don't mind,
your room's
temporarily out of bounds.

What?

Miss Costello needed
somewhere private for her con.

Corporate manslaughter against
a private security company.

It's a landmark case.

Only if they lose.

Anyway, she's for the guard,
not the company, isn't she?

Still, seeing as you'll
be in interviews all day...

What, Martha's not doing
the pupillage interviews?

Otherwise engaged, sir.

But don't worry, she and
Mr Cowdrey should find time

to meet with
the shortlist later.

Once you've sorted the wheat
from the chaff, so to speak.

Seriously, Billy,
if you've had anything else
come in last minute?

Not a thing, sir.

Anyway, you've got
your plea and case management

coming up for Miss Duggan,
haven't you?

Wouldn't want anything
to clash with that,
now, would we, sir?

No.

-Oh, oh...
-Steady.

-Thanks.
-Martha Costello?

-Roland Elliott.
-Oh!

-You're for V&R?
-Mmm.

We seem to be
under surveillance.

-Maybe they're worried
we'll hotwire the van.
-(ROLAND CHUCKLES)

Would you mind
going inside and
banging on the wall for me?

Sure.

Do you want me
inside the cubicle?

Please. And could you shout
as loud as you can?

ROLAND: (EXTREMELY MUFFLED)
Hello. Can you hear me? Hello?

(EXTREMELY MUFFLED SPEAKING)

-Is it okay to come out now?
-Yes, thanks.

Personally, I wouldn't want
to spend 10 minutes
in one of those.

Mmm.

Don't get caught, then.

I feel my strengths
particularly lie in the area
of communication.

Would it be the driver
of the car?

Er, no, no, no...
The, um...

Er, the passenger who
bought the alcohol.

I enjoy...talking to people.

I...find I'm able to...
get my point of, uh...

View...across...pretty well.

Oh, no, maybe the pedestrian?

Er... Sorry.

(WHISPERING) Could you repeat
the question?

What one thing do I wish
I'd invented?

Uuuuuummmmm...

Windows.

Uh...penicillin?

Sorry. Actually,
can I change my mind?

The Kalashnikov.

(VOCALISES GUNSHOT SOUND)

(DOOR OPENS)

(SOBBING)

Shit...

Billy?

Sorry, sir. I'll need to,
um, call you back
with the, uh, details.

He got in a cab.

-East or west?
-Uh, east.

Mr Cowdrey, sir, just to let
you know that the papers have
come in for the Watling case.

If you need me to bike...

Of course, of course.
Well, they'll be here
when you're done.

Okay, bye.

What did he say?

Dentist.

But he's not?

You don't go east
to get to Harley Street, Jake.

-Think it's her?
-Oh, yeah, it's her.

-Which means that this,
right now, is the golden hour.
-Right.

A chat with a senior junior
could be something
or nothing, but...

A meeting with the head
of chambers...

That is a statement of intent.

So... If?

I'd say a favourable response
would be extremely likely.

No dissent amongst
the lower orders?

Big, bad prosecutor coming
to ruffle all those
defence feathers?

It's a good time to redress
the balance...

Because I'd need to be sure
of feeling the love
in the clerks' room.

I've seen the alternative.
Missing briefs,
diary conflicts...

Eventually, the work dries up.

I promise you, Caroline,
you'll feel nothing but love.

Is that
a personal guarantee, Alan?

It's certainly
a professional one.

I can work with that.

In which case, I'll arrange
a meet with senior members.

-Very discreetly, of course.
-WAITER: Sir.

You'll make
your formal application.

Should be done and dusted
by the quarterly exec meeting.

Till then?

Mum's the word.

Marvellous.

(SIGHS) Uh, Leila George?

It's just up there.

So, Daniel, you were
with the police for five years

and during the last two,
you were also studying
for your CPE?

That's right.

Can't have been easy.

(EXHALES) Well, no.

But I, I joined the service
straight out of university.

Um, went down
the fast-track route,

and then discovered I was more
interested in the law than...

Than career progression.

Once I realised that,
I did what I had to
to make it happen.

CLIVE: You've got to
be kidding.

Well, he's the most
interesting of the bunch.

He's got life experience.
He's got self confidence...

He's so earnest and
humourless. All that "I did
what I had to do", it was...

Oh, I'm sorry if he didn't
crack enough jokes
for you, Clive,

but I think focus and ambition
are a little bit
more important.

What do we think of the girl?

Leila?

-I thought she was excellent.
-Oh, here we go.

She's bright, articulate.
Loads of relevant
work experience.

What? More relevant than
five years in law enforcement?

You're not even having
a pupil. I'm the one who's got
to live with who we choose.

I rather think that makes the
decision somewhat easier.

(SIGHS)

Cheer up.
It's only for six months.

Yeah, well, six months
can feel like
a really long time.

Spoken like the true king
of commitment.

How is George, by the way?

-She's fine, thanks.
-Mmm.

In fact, she's better
than fine.

Mmm! Well, just wait till
she hears your new pupil's
an ex-copper.

(CROWD SHOUTING)

Good morning.

Have you seen
Alasdair McKinley
in action before?

No, I haven't.

Well, brace yourself.

You will hear how this
distressed young man
shouted repeatedly for help.

Passers-by heard him.

They even attempted
to intervene.

But it was only when
it was too late,

when an ominous silence
had fallen and the victim was
past help,

that Michael Ward
finally opened the door

to find Richard Doyle
dead in his cubicle.

This was a breach of the most
basic duty of care.

Michael Ward not only failed
to come to his aid,

he actively prevented anyone
else from doing so.

Now, the defence are going to
quote you statistics about
the chances of resuscitation.

They will try to cast doubt
as to whether the paramedics

could have saved
Richard's life had they been
called sooner.

And they will tell you
repeatedly

that at all times, Ward was
following V&R Security's
established protocols.

But the fact remains,

at the point when
Richard Doyle,

scared and in pain,
shouted for help,

Michael Ward's actions
deprived him of
any chance of survival.

And what is his excuse
for those actions?

He was only following orders.

Now, where have we heard
that before?

-(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
-CLIVE: Yes?

Mr Reader?

-The clerks said I...
-"Clive", not "Mr Reader".

You're a pupil, not a clerk.

Right.

You need to be here
by 8:00 every morning.

I like my coffee white,
one sugar.

You do exactly as you're told.
You watch, you listen and
you speak when spoken to.

Got it?

Sure.

Right. I'll be out for a
couple of hours. So, um...
I don't know.

Sit there and...think about
how lucky you are to be here.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hmph.

Long QT syndrome is one
of the more common forms
of cardiac arrhythmia.

It's also the one
most frequently linked with
Sudden Adult Death Syndrome.

Could you explain how
you diagnosed this condition,
Professor Nyman?

NYMAN: In the absence of
an alternative cause of death,

I applied a diagnostic
score system whereby

points are assigned
for a variety of factors.

Such as?

One example would be
congenital deafness.

In this case, the deceased had
no hearing in his left ear.

Another factor would be
the previous, unexpected death
of a family member.

Again, the deceased had
an uncle who'd died suddenly
several years before.

So Richard Doyle appeared
to fit the profile?

NYMAN: Absolutely.

So what conclusion
did you reach about
the cause of death?

I believe that the stress of
being locked for
an extended period of time

in a cramped cubicle caused
a fatal arrhythmic attack.

That's what killed him.

MCKINLEY: Thank you,
Professor Nyman.

-(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)
-Yeah.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Professor Nyman...

Isn't it true that
Richard Doyle was a
binge-drinker

who was receiving treatment
for cirrhosis of the liver,
yet he...

He never told his doctor about
these so-called palpitations?

(SNIFFS)
Well, not so far as I'm aware

but he did mention them to
the prisoner custody officer.

MARTHA: Oh, but...

But even so, I mean, how could
Mr Ward have known that

these were the signs of a
potentially fatal condition?

If he'd responded to
the attack, it would have
quickly become apparent.

Isn't an undiagnosed
arrhythmia dangerous

because it could kill you
at any time?

That's correct.

So, if that's what killed him,
Richard Doyle could
just as easily have died

at home, in his bed or,
or watching the TV?

In theory, it's possible.

So you can't actually link
the stress of being left
in the back of the van

with this alleged
arrhythmic attack?

On the contrary.

The deceased
had only complained
of experiencing symptoms

in situations
he considered stressful.

To suggest that it was
a coincidence

that he was locked in
a cubicle the size of a coffin

when he had a fatal attack is
frankly preposterous.

Okay. So even if he did
have an attack, and it was
brought on by stress,

can you categorically say
that calling the ambulance
20 minutes earlier

would have saved his life?

No, I can't.

But I can say that calling it
after he'd died
was definitely too late.

I was about to cross
at the lights,
when these two blokes

just popped up
through the skylights and
legged it towards the flyover.

I mean, I couldn't believe it.

And how did the officers
in the van respond?

Well, they were just sat there
like sacks of potatoes.

And so I shouted, "You know,
they're getting away!"

And then they jumped out
pretty smartish.

MCKINLEY: What happened next?

Well, there was this banging
coming from
the back of the van,

and I heard a man's voice
saying, "Let me out,
let me out, help me."

And how did the defendant,
Michael Ward, respond?

He just stood there.

And how long
did this go on for?

MRS LLOYD: Well, at least
five minutes.

And then, suddenly...
It was quiet.

-(MOUTHING)
-MRS LLOYD: (EXHALES)
And then I knew.

I knew something wasn't right.

-Uh, uh your Honour...
-Just keep to the facts,
please, Mrs Lloyd.

Were you standing
on the pavement?

-That's right.
-And did you stay
on the pavement?

Well, yeah.

I mean, I'm not going to stand
in the middle of a busy road,
am I?

MARTHA: So you were,
say, what then?

10 feet away?

About that.

See, Mrs Lloyd,

these vans have
double-thickness panels
in the walls.

In fact, they're so soundproof
that, well, as you told us,

Mr Ward and his colleague
initially didn't hear
the prisoners escaping.

So how do you expect us
to believe that you could hear

exactly what Doyle was saying
from that distance?

I know what I heard.

I heard that boy dying.

(SOBBING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Mrs Lloyd,

I suggest, from that distance
of 10 feet, given the weather
and the traffic,

it would have been impossible
to hear what someone
was saying inside that van,

no matter how loud
they shouted.

Well, maybe I've got better
hearing than most.

(CLEARS THROAT)

WARD: She's lying.
And you just let her.

I know she is.

I pushed as hard as I could
but I can't accuse
a witness of perjury

unless I can prove it.

They believed every word.

The most convincing witnesses
are the ones who believe
they are right.

Now, whether they are or not,
that's not the point.

Then put me up there,
and I'll tell 'em.

He never called for help.

He called me a this, that
and the other and

told me to open the doors
but he never called for help.

And he didn't
just suddenly go quiet.

I banged on the side
and told him to pipe down.

The trouble is, we only have
your word against hers.

Do you think I'd have left
that lad in there

-if I thought
he was in trouble?
-That's not what I'm saying.

Because rules or no rules,
I'd have had him straight out
and sod the guidelines.

Wouldn't be the first time.

You've ignored
the guidelines in the past?

I didn't say that.

Don't you start putting
words in my mouth.
I know how you lot work.

Mr Ward, I am not trying
to trip you up.

But they're making out that
you followed the rulebooks

regardless of the
consequences.

Yeah, 'cause I'd have lasted
20 years in a custody suite
if that's how I did things.

What about now?

What matters is the company's
standing by me because
I stuck to their rules,

which, in this case,
is exactly what I did.

But if there's a problem
with the way V&R do things,
then I need to know.

I never said
there was a problem.

Mr Ward, I can't do my job
if I don't have
the full picture.

Your job is to represent me.

And I've told you what I want.

Fatima...

It's true.

He's dead because of me.

I understand you feel
responsible for what happened
to your brother.

But that doesn't make you
guilty of murder.

(CLIVE SIGHS)

If you plead guilty
at this stage,

that'll be it.

We won't even have
a chance to give
your side of the story.

I really need you
to work with me here.

She just needs time.

Which we don't have
to give her.

Seriously, George.

I don't know
what else I can do.
I know you believe in her

but if she won't give me
anything else to go on...

She's just starting
to trust you.
You can't bail on her now.

No. God, of course not.

Because I'm really
counting on you here.

I'm just frustrated,
that's all.

I'll think of something.

Good.

See you later.

(CROWD CHATTER)

I reckon 25.

No, he's got to be
older than that.
I'd say at least 30.

Not bad looking, though. Hmm.

You reckon?

(LAUGHING)
Who do you think you are?

What's the occasion?

Drinks for our new pupil.

Seriously?

Seemed the least we could do
after you abandoned him.

I didn't abandon him.

Don't take it out on Daniel
because you couldn't
get your own way.

It's just petty...
And frankly it makes you look
like a tosser.

I had a con with
a very scared,
a very devout Muslim client.

She isn't comfortable
being in the same room as me,

let alone some bloke
she's never even met before.

-I didn't know.
-Oh, well...

How did it go?

Terrible.

George is convinced she's
going to open up eventually,
but I'm not so sure.

You've got to find a way
to make her feel safe.

You want her to share
stuff with you,

you've got to share
something with her first.

-Like what?
-(SIGHS)

Well, I don't know, Clive.
You've...

You must've had
a dog that died, or...

Or a nanny that got sacked
for stealing the silver.

Do we still have to call him
"Sir" even though
he's just a pupil?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, always.
It's like this rule.

And you're not supposed
to talk to them anyways.

Not unless it's about... Work.

Or parking.

Right.

DANIEL: Well, it's a pretty
big deal, isn't it?

Having a company in the dock
for manslaughter?

Well, except the only person
actually in the dock
is my client.

Meanwhile, the company gets
to hide behind 300 pages
of employee guidelines.

-Hmm. Sounds familiar.
-Mmm.

You ever read Code C
of the codes of practice?

-For custody officers?
-Mmm-hmm.

-Once or twice.
-Mmm-hmm.

Will you miss being
a police officer?

No.

Wasn't for me.

I could see the appeal,
being part of
something bigger.

Knowing the other guys
have got your back.

I think that's what
ex-coppers miss the most.

The support network.

But no.

Thank you.

Your room has a lock,
doesn't it?

Best not. Might end up
with the pupil joining us.

I'm game if you are.

-I'll get my bag.
-(CLIVE EXHALES)

Ready?

Yeah.

CLERK: All rise.

WRIGHT: There was a bit
of a hold-up when
we got to the van.

But he was just asking
how far it was,

because he was worried
about his mum
getting there for visits.

MCKINLEY: So did Richard Doyle
seem reluctant to get in?

WRIGHT: Not really.

But the other blokes
were getting wet, so there was
a bit of pushing and shoving.

So he wasn't reluctant, but
had to be pushed into the van?

No. The step gives way a bit,

and it was slippery,
so he sort of stumbled
and fell against the door.

But he was fine
when I locked him in.

MCKINLEY: And during
the escape,

what state was
Richard Doyle in then?

WRIGHT: I don't know.

I was chasing the other guys.

Didn't even know
if he was still in the van.

MCKINLEY: And when you
finally returned,

having failed to recapture
the escapees,

what state was he in then?

Er...

He was dead.

And at all times, you were
following the guidelines
laid down by V&R Security?

Yes.

MCKINLEY: Thank you,
Mr Wright.

Mr Wright...

The employee's handbook
states, does it not,

that officers should err
on the side of caution

when dealing with
vulnerable prisoners?

By which they mean
those with pre-existing
physical or mental conditions.

Well, yeah.
You don't want to get sued.

And if a condition,
such as a panic disorder,

had been entered into
the Prisoner Escort Record,

then that prisoner should be
regarded as vulnerable.

Is that right?

Well, yeah.

So...

Whilst it's accepted procedure
during an escape attempt

to secure any remaining
prisoners in the vehicle,

if a vulnerable prisoner
should require assistance
during that time,

you'd understand those
guidelines to mean that you
should help that prisoner?

I guess you ought to
check it out pretty quickly.

Which means,

if your colleague had followed
the company guidelines
correctly,

he'd have gone to
Richard Doyle's
assistance straight away?

WRIGHT: Er...

Well...

Yeah.

ROLAND: Thank you, Mr Wright.

I thought we were
standing together.

Well, we still have to
fight our own corners...

That wasn't fighting your own
corner, that was cutting
Michael Ward's throat.

I'm sorry you see it that way.

Did you know
he was going to say that?

No, I didn't.

-He basically said
it was my fault.
-I know.

All that stuff
about the guidelines
and vulnerable prisoners,

it's just a load of rubbish.

But it is in the guidelines?

Yeah, but you've seen
that handbook. It's the size
of a bloody house.

You couldn't apply half of it
even if you wanted to

because we don't have
the manpower.

Well, what do you do?

Use your common sense
and experience.

That's why
they hire ex-coppers.

They need people they can
trust, and then they expect
you to get on with it.

They're sending over
up-to-date copies
of the handbook

and all the training software.

But if the bike's not here
in the next half an hour,
you need to chase it up.

-Yes, miss.
-And open the package
as soon as it arrives.

I want to be sure the discs
they're sending are ones
we can actually use.

Oh, Daniel, are you busy?

He's doing an advice for me.

-No, I'm almost done.
-No, it's all right.

Uh, Bethany...

I need you to find
every previous case involving
V&R Security Ltd.

That means inquests,
civil prosecutions, the works.

And if you don't know
where to look,
you need to ask John.

Yeah.

Billy Lamb.

Yeah. (CHUCKLING) Yeah.

You're not wrong there.
It's a crying shame.

I could barely watch
the second half.

Listen, Harry,
I've got some information
I think we should share.

And we are talking about
the current transfer window?
You are sure about that?

Positive.

She met the manager
last Friday.

Still got to pass the medical.

Negotiations are advancing.

You'll forgive me
for saying this, Harry,

but you don't seem
entirely surprised.

Well, the old sixth sense
had been twitching a bit.

(CHUCKLING) I should say.

Your biggest player, trying to
sign for someone else.

Question is, what are you
going to do about it?

Sometimes it's best
to let these things
take their course.

(SIGHS)

Go home, miss.

A girl's got to sleep.

I'll sleep when I'm dead.

Ooh, quoting Warren Zevon?
Things must be desperate.

It's Bon Jovi, actually.

-Ah.
-But yeah.

Yeah, they are a bit.

Anything I can do?

Remind me never to trust
a defence barrister.

Good night, miss.

(TAPPING KEYBOARD)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I need your permission
to take a different approach.

What do you mean?

After what happened yesterday,
it's not enough saying
you just followed the rules,

because the company are
now saying that's not true.

You mean that barrister is?
He's the one
who's trying to...

No, no. He's only following
their instructions.

(GASPS)

They can't do that.

They said they'd stand by me.
They said...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What did they say?

They said the prosecution
would try to divide us,

use my word against theirs
to make us all look guilty.

So the best thing we could do
was stand together.

If I started making waves,
it'd just look like
I was blaming them.

Well, that's why
you've got me.

I like making waves.

And, trust me,

they don't deserve
your loyalty.

Mr Purdey, you're
head of operations
for V&R Security,

with responsibility for
the recruitment and training
of all employees, are you not?

I am. We want to ensure that
our staff have the skills to
deal with every eventuality.

And you personally oversaw the
compilation of the handbook

which outlines the protocols
they're expected to follow?

I did. We tried to ensure
that the guidelines were as
as clear and comprehensive

as possible in order to limit
the margin for human error.

Your Honour...

Could the jury please
disregard Mr Purdey's
reference to human error?

That has not yet
been established.

Point taken, Miss Costello.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Phew.

Mr Purdey, I've been reading
your employee handbook,

and I wondered if you could
help me with something?

Oh. I'll certainly try.

It says here...

When I find it...

"If a prisoner requests
medical assistance
prior to transportation,

"the officer in charge should:

"A, arrange for the prisoner
to be seen by
a doctor immediately,

"B, inform the prison
to have medical assistance
standing by,

"or C, alert the prisoner
escort officers to the request
and take no further action,

"depending on the seriousness
of the prisoner's condition."

Right.

So how does the officer
decide how serious
the prisoner's condition is?

Well, as you'll see,
there are a number
of determining factors.

Let's say a headache,
for example.

Well, there are headaches
and headaches.

Say a, a bad headache,
but the prisoner can still
walk and talk.

I would probably...

Inform the prison that
they may need
medical attention on arrival.

Right.

Which is what your officer did
in July, 2009, when

Lucas Freeman
complained of a headache

prior to a seven-hour journey
in the back of
one of your vans.

And that headache turned out
to be meningitis, didn't it?

(STAMMERING) That was
a very particular case.

And that officer who had
followed your guidelines
and reached

the same conclusion
that you just did then...

He was sacked for negligence.

So the guidelines didn't work,

and your employee
took the blame.

And as a result
of that inquest,

weren't you ordered
to make improvements

to your
employee training procedures?

Which we did. We complied with
all the coroner's rulings.

The coroner also said you
should have three officers
per van, didn't he?

So that one could
travel in the back.

We are in the process
of increasing
our staffing levels.

Right.

Yet, here, in the latest
edition of your handbook,

it says,

"One officer must monitor
the prisoners inside the van,

"whilst one officer secures
the exterior

"and another liaises
with the emergency services."
So that's what?

Oh, three in total.

Well, as I say,
we are aiming...

But in the meantime,

how can two officers
be expected
to follow your protocols

when they're a man short?

The fact is, if there'd been
a third officer
in the back of that van,

that third officer
that you should have hired,

Richard Doyle would still
be alive today.

Um. (CLEARS THROAT)

Making us look bad
won't make your client look
any less negligent.

I have to say that was
extremely short-sighted.

I'm sorry you see it that way.

He's still the one who heard
a dying man's cries
and did nothing.

The jury won't forget that.

(CLEARS THROAT)

So what do you think?
It went well, right?

Well, to a point. There's
still the issue of negligence.

What?

So I've burned my bridges
with V&R,

and now you're telling me
I'm no better off
than I was before?

Look, look, look.
Talk me through what you heard
when Doyle was inside the van.

I told you what I heard.

You mean did he shout,
"Argh, my chest hurts,
I think I'm dying"?

Er...

If I'd opened that door
10 minutes earlier?
Or even five?

Would it have made
a difference?

Well, would it?

I very much doubt it.

But you can't say for sure,
can you?

No one can.

(DOOR OPENS)

Billy?

You realise
this is it now, sir?

You and George.
You're in it for life.

It's a little melodramatic.

Not at all.

Because if anything
goes wrong, it's not just you
that loses work.

You think poor,
heartbroken Miss Duggan

is going to instruct
anyone else in chambers

when she might run the risk
of bumping into you?

George isn't like that.

Sex and work.
They're two separate things.

Well, I hope
you're right, sir,

because mess this up
and it gets back to Alan,

well, you won't be forgiven
a second time.

Something you might want
to think about.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

-Clive!
-Sorry, I got held up.

She's been waiting 20 minutes.
The hearing's tomorrow.

Well, I'm here now.

(PANTING)

Oh, thank you so much.

Completely parched.

(PANTING)

You, you know,
when I was quite young...

I was about six or seven...

I was sent away to school.

I was really excited.
I thought it was
going to be this...

Great adventure, but for
some reason when I got there,

I discovered that my face
just didn't fit.

Hmph.

There was a group of boys
in my year, and...

Well...

They decided they didn't
like me and that was that.

It was your basic
nasty bullying.

It was cruel,
and sometimes it...
(STAMMERS)

Was actually quite violent.

But while I hated them
and I hated what
they were doing to me...

A part of me felt guilty.

It was as if they could see
something in me that...

Deserved to be punished.

And the worst part was that
I ended up feeling
like they might be right.

Six years old.

Those boys made me
feel so ashamed...

That it never even occurred
to me to ask for help.

Because you can still
feel guilt,

terrible, overwhelming guilt,
(SIGHS)

Even when something
isn't your fault.

But it doesn't mean
you deserve to be punished.

Hey, Marth.

-I took your advice.
-What advice?

About the whole
"I'll show you mine if
you show me yours" thing.

Nice.

Yeah, it worked.

-Good.
-It was completely knackering.

Do you do that every time?

Pretty much.

I don't know
how you manage it.

MARTHA: Hmm.

Listen, do you want
to go for a drink?

Can't. I've got a con.

Anyway, I thought
you'd have plans.

No. Not tonight.

Oh, why? Has she
finally seen through you?

(EXHALES) No.

Erm. Listen, I was wondering
if we could talk...

The Old Street Lounge and Bar.
Know it?

No. Can't say I do.

Good. Can you both be there
at 8:30 on Friday?

Sure.

Excellent.

(DOOR OPENS)

-That's very cryptic.
-(DOOR SHUTS)

-Anyway, listen...
-(MOBILE RINGS)

(WHISPERING) Sorry, sorry.

(WHISPERING) Sorry.

Liam. Hiya.

Yeah. Yeah.
Thanks for doing this.

You can still come here?

Great. Yeah.

I'll scrounge together
some chambers booze.

(MARTHA LAUGHS)
You'll be lucky!

-(MOBILE RINGING)
-We're not 18 any more,
you know.

Yeah.

-(MOBILE KEEPS RINGING)
-See you then.

Prof Nyman I've heard of,
but where did you find
this second pathologist?

Dr Miles Radcliffe?

Oh, we didn't.

The coroner ordered a second,
independent post-mortem
before he released the body,

and then by the time CPS
brought charges,
it was too late to do another.

And no one called him
as a witness?

Well, there didn't seem
much point. He basically
agreed with Nyman.

Why?

It just seems a bit odd.

Two separate pathologists,

both so eager to go with a
diagnosis of long QT syndrome.

Is it that unusual?

It's fairly unusual.
But it's more that the
original report mentioned...

Blood in the abdomen
and bruising around the liver.

So I can't understand why
they were so quick to rule out

an abdominal bleed
as cause of death.

Nyman put it down to
later injuries caused by CPR.

He said he couldn't find
another source.

Yeah, I know,
which makes me wonder
how hard he looked.

Because you'd struggle
to get a bruise
in that location from CPR.

Well, what else could've
caused it?

Ah... Maybe a blow or a fall.

A fall?

This guy had
pretty acute cirrhosis.

His clotting factors would've
been massively reduced.

It wouldn't take much
to cause a serious bleed.

Okay. So, say they're wrong.

And say Doyle did die from
internal bleeding.

Would he have been shouting
out, saying he was in pain?

It's more likely
he would have got

-gradually quieter and weaker
till he lost consciousness.
-(MARTHA SIGHS)

I hope that helps.

Definitely.

Here, we'd better finish this
and then I can hide
the evidence.

Okay, but I haven't got long.

-I promised I'd get
back for bathtime.
-(BOTH CHUCKLE)

-Are you busy?
-No.

Get hold of as much background
information as you can

on Dr Miles Radcliffe,
Home Office pathologist.

Oh, and, uh, look into
Professor Stephen Nyman
while you're at it.

Am I looking for
something specific?

I don't know yet.

But I've got
a nagging feeling that
I've missed something so...

Just start looking
and see what you find.

Yes, ma'am. Oh...

Sorry, force of habit.
(SNIGGERS)

(CHUCKLING) Yeah, well, don't.
It makes me feel
like the Queen.

How's our girl?

Thriving.

She's got a landmark case
on at the moment.

-Defending?
-Course!

What about Lady Macbeth?

Find her friend, did you?

Oh, yeah. That's handled.

Funny thing is, Harry Loughton
says she won't be missed.

A silk?
One of his biggest earners?
He's happy to wave goodbye?

Seems there's issues.

A woman like that, it's
usually drink or depression.

Or she's shagged too many
married tenants.

Could be.

Hang on.

Nearly forgot.

Aren't you going to count it?

Hmm! Well, if you can't trust
a solicitor...

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

-There she is.
-Billy...

Congenital means
"from birth", doesn't it?

I think so.
Time for a quick chat, miss?

-Not really.
-It's important.

Five minutes.

Alan wants us to diversify,
which means bringing in
more prosecution work.

-And more prosecutors?
-Yes.

I'm not asking you
to confirm or deny this,
but I'm just saying...

If we were looking for
prosecutors, Caroline Warwick
may not be the way to go.

Why not?

-Uh, there's been issues
at her current chambers.
-What issues?

Well, they've kept it quiet,
but I've heard a rumour...

Oh, let me guess.
Is it booze? Oh, or maybe
a nervous breakdown?

-Before you jump down...
-It's common knowledge,
isn't it?

All female barristers
either drink,

shag around or lose cases
when they're premenstrual.

I disagree.
I know at least two that are
teetotal and celibate.

Yeah, but the rest of us are
workaholic spinsters who
don't play well with others.

-Hear me out...
-No, actually I won't.

You know what, Billy? To be
honest, I expected better.

You know, it's weird.
Private fees are way down
this quarter.

Yeah, well, it's the nature
of the business, John.

Everything goes in cycles.

One minute you're in favour,
next minute you're not.

It's good to remember that.

Thanks.

The Home Office
gave me the runaround

but I finally got through
to a woman
in hospital's administration

and after a bit of persuading

she sent me through
Radcliffe's full
employment record.

-And what about Nyman?
-She had his on file, as well.

-Really?
-Yeah. It turns out
Miles Radcliffe

used to be Stephen
Nyman's senior registrar.

And when he applied to go
on the Home Office list
last year,

guess who he gave as referee?

And nobody in the Coroner's
Office picked up on that?

That their two independent
experts are old colleagues?

Well, it's a small pool.
Chances are a lot of them
know each other.

Yeah, but Nyman's his boss.

His bloody mentor
by the sounds of it.

No wonder he didn't want
to contradict him.

-And what are those?
-I just did a trawl and

printed off everything
I could find online
about Professor Nyman.

Okay.

Good.

Fancy a beer?

Yeah, sure.

Oh. Sorry, we thought
you were pizza.

-Excuse me?
-MARTHA: Clive.

What are you doing here?

What's going on?

We're working.

Oh, for God's sake, Clive.

(MARTHA HUMMING)

So how come
you're only looking into
the pathologists' report now?

Because I never had
reason to question
the cause of death before.

-You know, maybe...
-I've got something!

-I'm sorry...
-No...

Oh, it's the transcript from
a GMC hearing in 2008.

-Radcliffe?
-No, Nyman.

They temporarily suspended
his licence.

We're back in.

Listen, I'm gonna
leave you to it.

Okay, well, wasn't there
something you...

No, no. No. It's fine.

-(DOOR CLOSES)
-MARTHA: When did they let him
back on the Home Office list?

I'm not saying
my learned colleague
was aware of the GMC ruling...

I should hope not.

But clearly the information
should have been disclosed.

Your Honour, Professor Nyman
was originally retained
by the Coroner's Office.

It appears
an assumption was made...

You still have a continuing
duty to disclose, Mr McKinley.
That is non-negotiable.

Yes, Your Honour.

Your application to have
Professor Nyman recalled
is granted, Miss Costello.

As is the application
to adduce bad character.

Professor Nyman,
how many cases of
long QT syndrome

have you diagnosed
over the past five years?

I couldn't say
off the top of my head.

But you're considered quite an
authority on it, aren't you?

You've written, well,
papers and so on.

That's correct. But I couldn't
give an exact figure
without checking my files.

But let's focus on two,
shall we?

Margaret Blakefield
and Antony Dowling.

Now, you performed
post-mortems on both of them,

and reached a conclusion
of fatal arrhythmia
in both cases?

Yes.

But that conclusion

was challenged by
three other pathologists,
wasn't it?

There was a difference
of opinion. It happens.

A "difference of opinion"
which led to a
disciplinary hearing

in front of the GMC

and a temporary
suspension of your
Home Office accreditation.

-Yes...
-Because the GMC believed
that you showed, and I quote,

A, reluctance to change
from your original findings

even when presented
with directly
contradictory evidence.

I can see that it might be
confusing for a lay person...

MARTHA: Oh actually... No.

It's very clear.

You're so keen to find
evidence of your pet theory

that you've been
repeatedly shown to miss

the more obvious
causes of death.

Professor Nyman, if you suffer
from a loss of hearing as
a result of a bout of mumps,

can that be called
congenital deafness?

No, it cannot.

MARTHA: I see.

And what does the term
"SUDEP" mean?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Uh, sudden death in epilepsy.
It's when someone dies
from an epileptic attack.

Right.

So if Richard Doyle lost
his hearing after having mumps

and if his uncle
died from an epileptic fit,

would those factors
be relevant to a diagnosis
of long QT syndrome?

(STAMMERING)
No, they would not.

MARTHA: And yet you based
your conclusion

that he suffered
a fatal arrhythmic attack
on those very factors.

-I wasn't aware...
-Surely, you read
Doyle's medical history?

Clearly, you spoke
to his next of kin?

I mean, you, you, you must
have been aware

that he suffered from
cirrhosis of the liver?

Yes, of course.

Which means that
if he received a blow
to his abdomen

in the region of his liver,
it could cause a bleed?

Possibly one serious enough
to kill him?

(SIGHS) It's possible,
in theory but...

He didn't receive any such
blow prior to his death.

Oh, but we know now that
Doyle lost his footing
on the step into the van.

I mean, couldn't the bruising
that you attributed to CPR

actually have come
from falling against
the prison-van door?

I don't believe so, no.

Professor Nyman, was there
sufficient blood in
Richard Doyle's abdomen

to fit with a diagnosis
of internal haemorrhage?

(STAMMERING) It's not simply
a question of volume...

Yes or no, Professor Nyman?

Yes!

(GALLERY MURMURING)

And had he suffered
this bleeding as a result of
a blow to his liver,

could his death really
have been caused

by the stress of being locked
in the back of that van?

Uh, clearly not.

And would his
chances of survival
have been greatly increased

if he'd received medical aid
20 minutes earlier?

It's unlikely.

MARTHA: Thank you,
Professor Nyman.

Well, shall we wait here?

They'll call us back in when
they're ready for us.

Maybe you should get a coffee.

In respect of count one
on the indictment, that of
corporate manslaughter,

do you find the defendants
V&R Security Ltd
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Phew.

And in respect of count two
on the indictment,

that of
gross-negligence manslaughter,

do you find the defendant
Michael Ward
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

-(GALLERY MURMURS)
-(GASPS)

No hard feelings, I hope.

We got the right result
in the end.

Did we?

Enjoy your victory, Martha.
I certainly shall.

Right. (CLEARS THROAT)
First round's on me.

Better a lush than a spinster.

-Sorry?
-It doesn't matter.

Jesus, Billy.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm looking at
the bigger picture, sir.

In the dark?

Do my best thinking
in the dark.

I think about my barristers
and how I can make sure
they achieve their potential.

'Cause that's what I do.
I plan ahead.

Ah... Good to know.

Now, another barrister...

Like, say, Caroline Warwick.

They might put work your way
to get their foot in the door,
but it won't last. Trust me.

Barristers are
like thoroughbreds: sleek,

focused on winning
and utterly selfish.

That's why you need me.

Looking out for you long-term.

Something to bear in mind when
she makes her application.

(DOOR OPENS)

Nice of you to join us.

Uh, yeah.

Listen, Marth.
I've had a letter from
the Bar Standards Board.

About Oxford?

I really need your help.

Jesus, Clive.

Well, I'm afraid I've dragged
you both here for no reason.

Our esteemed colleague
seems to have had
an attack of the jitters.

She's changed her mind?

Wants to take a rain check.

You didn't mention this
evening to anyone, did you?

Got the impression she was
worried there'd been a leak.

(SIGHS)

George Duggan is for
Christmas. Silk is for life.

I've never felt
like this before,

so this is more difficult
for me than I can say.

This work, it will corrupt
your every waking moment.

And when you lose,
I don't want that for you.

I know about the Ali family.

What do you know?

MARTHA: Fatima, tell us
what happened that night,
with your family.

Are you an angry man, Mr Ali?

I will not talk to
someone as ignorant as you.

I'm the senior clerk in here!

What's the matter with you?