All language subtitles for Silk S2E6 720p H.264 (moviesbyrizzo)

-It's Billy.
-I'm going to say the word.

Probably you haven't
but possibly you have...

Cancer.

Jamie Slotover.

Thought you might need
a bit of help.

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

CLIVE: I've had a letter
from the Bar Standards Board.

This is the end
of your career, Reader.

BILLY: Drugs.

MICKY: Jody Farr's been
arrested and charged.

MARTHA: Just say
your defendants were part
of a big crime family.

Where would Jody Farr be
in the hierarchy?

He would be the number two.

You know it's six weeks since
Brendan Kay was murdered.

I don't know how
you've got the nerve to smile.

I will not represent
Jody Farr.

I'll give you the slam dunk...

Fatima walks.

MICKY: Take this from me,
and you're free to start
on Monday morning.

What is it?

Tomorrow is Jody Farr.

(BEEPING)

-So...
-Cigarette?

You're not allowed
to smoke in here.

Why don't you sit
where you're supposed to sit?

JODY: Police officers
are bent...

Evidence isn't strong enough,

people get off,
but everybody's guilty.

Your life is made up
of dishonest negotiations.

You and your clients
trying to work out

how to skirt round
the guilt question

so you don't
get embarrassed.

We're not going to do that.

It's humiliating.

Be careful what you say.

Better than that,
I'll be straight with you.

I'm innocent.
On my word.

You haven't been straight
with me so far.

What do you mean?

Him on the wrong side
of the table,

the performance
with the cigarette,

your pet prison officer.

Recalibration.

Sorry?

Of the way you think.

I've never liked it,
barristers taking control
of the room,

like it's a God-given right.

That won't happen here.

We want this
to be an equal relationship
with mutual respect.

-Respect?
-Yeah.

I'll do my job as a lawyer

but you can't have
anything else.

What does Martha Costello,
the lawyer, think?

We've got some
strong points to make.

Put your mortgage on it,
one way or the other.

I think we've got a run.

Put your life on it.

I'm not ready to say.

On the night you weren't
at Birchanger Services

overseeing the transfer
of £4 million worth of heroin,

where were you?

I'm not ready to say.

Not you in the Hummer,
on the bridge,
overlooking the motorway?

Not me.

The ID evidence
must be mistaken or invented.

Must be.

-The cigarette from the scene?
-No.

Your DNA on the cigarette
from the scene?

No.

What's your relationship
with the co-defendant?

He's a courier.

So you don't know him?

Martin Conti has
worked for me,

he works for
other people too.

He has a wife
and two small children.

The drugs are not mine.

Someone else's consignment
and the police fit you up?

I gave you my word
I'd be straight with you.

Please, don't doubt me.

Why would they go
to all that trouble?

(SHOUTING) You know who I am!

Can I have a cigarette?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Were you straight
with Brendan Kay?

He let me down.

And you had him killed.

You and me, Martha Costello...

All the way.

Say what you like to me.

Anything at all.

But don't you dare
touch me again.

(SIGHING)

He looks me in the eye,
he tells me he's not guilty

and he wants me
to believe him.

It's just another trial, miss.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Wave to the opposition.

We need to get silk
on the back of this.

Lady Macbeth joins chambers.

Overnight, we become something
that I don't want to clerk.

You blow them out
of the water, miss.

You win this trial
and we'll be all right.

Then I can get back to...

To loving him.

Thanks. Should we...

And I win playing it the way
Micky and Jody want it played?

Where does that leave me?

What made you change your mind
about representing him?

I can't tell you.

Yours and Micky's secret?

(SIGHING)

She might
not be comfortable now
but when the trial starts

she'll fight like
she always fights.

Which is?

Mother leopard with
a broken leg protecting
her newborn cub.

(SCOFFS)

I got this for my birthday
and I've no idea
what to do with it.

Could you put some
songs on it for me?

What sort of thing?

Your Desert Island Discs,
maybe.

Okay.

Why would I give you Daniel?

You've been against him
from the start.

Oh, and you want him
for professional reasons?

You're jealous.

So you do like him?

My God...

Clive Reader, jealous.

(SIREN WAILING)

Are you all right?

Three months
suspension for assault

on another member of the Bar.

Disbarred for life
if you go down
on non-disclosure.

Right.

What's Milson like?

Camp, posh,
whiff of the church.

So you need...

I was thinking a no-nonsense
northern blonde might be good.

Do you want to ask me nicely?

Would you?

(SIGHING) Please, Martha?

You mean
block a big chunk of time
out of my busy diary...

Just for you?

The answer's yes.

(EXHALING)

Can I have Daniel, please?

(GATE CLOSING)

(KEYS JANGLING)

Who is this?

Daniel Lomas...

My pupil.

-How old is he?
-29.

What did you do before?

I was a police officer.

I spend my life making
snap judgements about people.

I trust him.

You'd have said no,
wouldn't you?

Once a copper,
always a copper.

Do you know any of this lot?
The officers in this?

No, I don't know any of them.

So the fit-up,
it's not personal?

Every police officer's born
bent, it's always personal.

-(MOBILE CHIMING)
-Excuse me.

He doesn't remember me.

Micky?

Yeah, I met him once,
at a police station
I was seconded to.

Like a missile
with hot mustard up his arse.

-Take your jacket and tie off.
-What?

You're a courier
who thought he was driving

a consignment of cigarettes,
remember?

You're looking
too expensive.

There's all the difference
in the world between smart
and drug dealer smart.

Good.

Now the jury will have
no interest at all

in the boring man
in the white shirt,

so much less important
than Giorgio Armani here.

His previous conviction
is for intent to supply.

But it wasn't an importation?

But it was the same drug
and Mr Farr was running
the business.

Many of the same features
as this case.

We all know that
if a jury hear about
previous conviction,

it doesn't just influence
how they think

but they stop thinking
altogether.

"He's done it before,
so he must be guilty now."

I mean, if we put in his form
then it's all over.
How fair is that?

In reaching my decision,

I've taken into account
all of Miss Costello's
eloquent arguments...

(WHISPERING)

Uh... Miss Costello,
is there something you'd like
to share with us?

I was just telling my pupil
about the judicial sandwich.

I'm sorry?

Thank the loser for eloquence,
dish out the bad news,

thank the loser
for her eloquence.

I find that the Crown
satisfies the requirement
under the act.

The jury will hear
evidence of Mr Farr's
previous conviction.

Don't worry, Miss Costello,

I'll make sure the jury
get the proper guidance
from me.

Bastard!

-You're angry.
-Of course I am,

weren't you listening
in there?

Yeah, I'm just surprised
how worked up you are.

I lost a legal argument
I should have won.

You just can't help yourself,
can you?

What?

Well, you're pathologically
incapable of not doing
your best for your client.

Plea in mitigation
for Adolf Hitler,

Martha Costello
would give it 100%.

Cut me open
and I'm all lawyer,

is that what you are
trying to say?

Well, anyway, whatever it is,

the upshot is
you're fighting hard
for a man you despise.

(BUZZING)

-MAN: Hello?
-Martha Costello,

Counsel for Jody Farr.

One moment, please.

With her fool.

We have a rule on my paper.

We're super clear
in the very first line,
exactly what the story is.

I'm offering you the inside
on the Jody Farr trial.

That's no good to me
because I can't report it
until it's over.

I can broker you
access to Jody,

which will give you a scoop.

Jody's a mould breaker,
which will give you a book,

and if you've got a book,
you've got a life
not in the gutter.

Don't tell me all you lot
don't dream about
being proper writers.

What do you want from me?

Oxford.

When you gave Clive Reader
the photographs.

He remembers it as being
after the trial was over.

Probably around about
the same time you gave them
to the other side.

If what you give me
is good enough, then maybe...

I'll remember when
I gave your blue-eyed boy
the photograph.

-That's not a deal.
-That's what I'm offering.

If you make me happy,
then you have my word.

I'll honour my commitment
to perjure myself.

I've always admired
your style of advocacy,
Miss Warwick.

And what's that?

If John McEnroe
and Joan Crawford
had a love child.

Sometimes
I forget you're there.

Then I'm doing
my job properly.

But you see everything,
don't you?

Everything, Miss Warwick.

It makes it difficult now.

It makes it interesting.

Why would I be anywhere near
a motorway service station
at 2:00 in the morning?

Do I look like a foot soldier?

Interesting how?

I'm the biggest drug dealer
you'll ever meet.

And that's what
we'll tell the jury.

Those your instructions?

You want me to run that?

All the way.

Three foreign holidays
in a year...

The boxing trip to Las Vegas
for him and 12 associates,

a new house.

Any evidence of work
or a legitimate income?

No.

Is it right that
on the 12th of January 2004,

Mr Farr was convicted
of possession with intent
to supply heroin

and sentenced
to five years imprisonment?

That is correct.

So a man with
a previous conviction of
supplying class A drugs?

Yes.

-With huge outgoings...
-Yeah.

And no legitimate income?

-Leaving the big question.
-Which is?

Where is he getting the money?

What about the yacht?

Sarcasm isn't appreciated
in my court, Miss Costello.

It's 60 foot, front to back,
worth £2 million,

and was bought from
a Greek charter company
just over a year ago.

The Armani suits,

the Damien Hirst
in the front room.

Oh, it isn't in
your notes, Officer,

but Mr Farr is available

if you require
further information
on his assets.

High tightrope
in a high wind, Marth.

Your idea or Jody's?

Why would he come
clean about everything
if he's guilty?

That's what the jury
are going to think.

10 minutes into your
career at the Bar

and you're mind reading
a jury at the Bailey?

You're feeling
under pressure, Clive?

Why don't you take it out
on someone your own call?

He wasn't going
to give evidence before
his form went in, was he?

Which is something
I'll be helping the jury
understand.

Yeah, maybe we should
stop talking about the case.

Jody has to come
clean now, doesn't he?

The jury need to hear it
from the horse's mouth.

My job is making a fortune out
of destroying people's lives,
only this time...

Clive, it's me.

Don't try and push me around!

Sounds like someone else's
already doing that.

I don't get pushed around.

I sat and watched
you defend Brendan Kay
with everything you had,

it was the bravest performance
I've seen in a court room.

What the hell are you doing
representing the man
who had him killed?

Cab rank rule.

We take what we're given
and we do our job.

You prosecute, I defend,
the jury decide.

That man, like every other man
who stands trial here,

innocent until proven guilty.

Yeah, you've got to say that,
haven't you?

Anything else
and you really can't look
yourself in the mirror.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PHONE RINGING)

Bethany?

Coffee would be great.

First time I fell in love
it was forever...

Till it wasn't.

Oh, I never thought
I'd get over it.

Now I know I was
way too young

and it never
would've survived.

What about you, Billy?

What's that?

First love?

(EXHALING)

Martha, off of Little House
on the Prairie.

Then Olivia Newton-John.

And Chris Evert.

That's three first loves.

When you come into the world,
you come out
of your mother's downstairs

like a rocket fired straight
into a brick wall

about 3 feet away.

What are you saying?

Make the most
of the 3 feet.

Bethany?

Would you go out with me,
to a restaurant?

(GIGGLING)

Yes, I'd love to.

We saw the carrier vehicle,
a green Mercedes lorry,
come off the boat.

Then once
we picked it up again,
leaving the docks,

we had it under surveillance
the whole time.

What about
a recipient vehicle?

The green lorry
came off the M11,
into Birchanger Services,

then, for an hour and a half,
no movement, nothing.

We didn't know
what the recipient
vehicle would be,

we had to make
a judgement about that

on the ground, on the day.

How?

By looking at vehicles
and how their occupants
were behaving.

-Did you identify
any candidates?
-Not in the car park.

Anywhere else?

The Hummer on the bridge.

Why isn't it Customs?

Why wouldn't drugs
importation be Customs?

Because if you're the police
and you're fitting someone up,

you don't want another agency
anywhere near it.

Because you don't want
anyone to know how badly
you're behaving.

More than that...

There's no reference
to Customs even being told
about the operation.

When and why the police
officers get neurotic?

When they got someone
on the inside.

There are 75 photographs
taken covertly,

of the carrier vehicle,
at the service station?

Yes.

How many of the Hummer?

None of the Hummer.

Why did you take
75 photographs

-of the carrier vehicle?
-Best evidence.

The camera doesn't lie.

What are you implying,
Miss Costello?

I'm not implying anything,

I'm being
as explicit as I can.

Detective Sergeant
Berwick here, is lying.

There are no photos
of the Hummer...

Because it wasn't there.

Uh, this is a speech!

It's a full answer

to Your Lordship's
very intelligent question.

Jody Farr wasn't there.

You fitted him up.

BERWICK: That's ridiculous.

This was a carefully organised
operation to intercept
a large-scale importation...

Why wasn't Jody Farr
intercepted?

I mean, why wasn't
he arrested at the scene?

We had to go in early
because we thought
the courier had clocked us.

The Hummer drove off
while we were seizing
the drugs

and arresting the courier.

Just to be clear,

you say the Hummer
was on the bridge

that spans the motorway,
overlooking the services?

That's right.

And you made no provision
for road blocking it

in your carefully
planned operation?

No squad car set to prevent
a getaway from the bridge?

We had no idea
he would be there,
a man of his stature.

CLIVE: Did Mr Conti
tell you in interview

what he believed
he was carrying

in the back of the lorry
he was driving?

Yes, he said he thought
it was cigarettes.

And did you spend
the next 55 minutes
of the interview

asking him questions
about this defence?

-Yes.
-What did he say?

"No comment", 107 times.

If we, uh, look at page five
of the interview transcript,

was Mr Conti asked about a
phone call made at 10:44 p.m.?

"You made a phone call

"to the number we know
to be the home number
of Jody Farr."

Let me guess,
what was his answer
when you put that to him?

"No comment."

When in terms
of the operation as a whole,

would this phone call
have been made?

After disembarkation
at the dock.

From a phone box.

Is that
in the observation log?

No, there was a short gap
in the surveillance

between disembarkation
and the green lorry
leaving the docks.

A phone call was made,
it was from the public phone
box of the docks,

it was to the home
of Jody Farr.

You can't say who made it.

It's pretty obvious
who it was.

Well, perhaps
you can help us all.

Where are the fingerprints?

On the phone,
in the phone box?

DCI Enright?

It's in the log,
did you miss the entry
on page 67?

Your client was
wearing gloves
for driving.

Off to play golf, was he?

If this was a fit-up,
why wouldn't we make it
100% locked and logged,

that it was your man
making the call?

First rule of
bent police work...

Don't make the evidence
too clean.

And it's not my man
you lot care about, is it?

Outside.

It's Conti.

-What?
-It has to be.

An organisation that
takes that much care
for mobile phones

has a courier ring
a landline in the middle
of an importation?

They need the connection,
Jody to the drugs,

just enough to put him
on the indictment

so his previous goes in,
his finances go in

and suddenly the rolling stone
is gathering lots of moss.

So we talk to Jody?

About Conti?

Martha?

You know
what happens to people
who betray Jody Farr.

Shall I take that,
Miss Warwick?

Anything, within the rules,
obviously,

that I can help you with.

I think I'll be fine.

-Jamie...
-Don't...

Do that.

No.

Absolutely.

Not my business,
unless the administration
of justice is affected.

Sorry?

As long as you're performing
to a silk standard,

I'm prepared to keep it
under my wing.

Don't tell me you're pleading.

(TITTERING)

It's weird, isn't it?

The biggest trial
we've both ever been in

and we're not allowed
to talk about it.

Yeah, well,
you should get used to that.

What would you be saying
if we could talk?

I'd ask you why CW is letting
her junior do all the work.

No, you wouldn't.
That's not why you're here
on your own.

Two thirds of the way through
a bottle of wine.

What about me?
What do you think
I'd be asking you,

if we were allowed to talk?

We can do this, Marth.

We can talk about it now
and then forget what we said
at the door of the court.

Bugger the rules.

The question would have been,
what's it taken?

To corrupt Martha Costello?

See you in court.

It's about political DNA,
it's about whose side
you're really on.

But look who
I'm prosecuting now,
is that wrong?

You'd forgive
Jody Farr his sins

because he comes
from a broken home
but that's everybody.

That's every criminal
that's ever been.

-Does he come from
a broken home?
-Oh, Jesus.

What, it's a joke.

We're lawyers,
we can't represent
Joan of Arc every time.

-Temporary insanity.
-What?

Voices in her head

and no appropriate
adult in interview,

which is a serious
breach of PACE.

I'd have got her off.

Where do we go from here?

My place?

If we cut
the courier's throat,

it means his throat
will actually get cut?

Well, you have to do
your best for your client.

That's where
your responsibility
begins and ends.

The consequences
of what we do in court's
none of our business.

-Court's open tomorrow...
-Come on, talk to me.

-Miss.
-Billy.

I'll, uh, go and check
on tomorrow's witnesses.

Glad to see
you found someone
to hold your hand.

He's just...

Your pupil.

I know this guy.

Lodder?

Used to be a custody sergeant.

He made a list
of all the solicitors
in London,

rating them out of 100,
like a league table,

with the trickiest at the top
and the softest at the bottom.

Bosses didn't like it,
he's a motorcycle cop now.

Well, what's the harm in that?

Well, it got out.

Solicitors got to hear of it.

Micky Joy took it up
with Lodder personally.

I think he was angry
about only being
second in the table.

Micky and Lodder?

He said he didn't know
any of them.

I asked him.

He told me.

Why, what's the matter?

It's not Conti.

-I'm not sure about this.
-Aren't you?

The contents of this

bring the total money
you've accepted from me
to £43,000.

So...
The night of June the 9th...

Where was I, who was I with?

Good boy.

(DOOR OPENING)

Our alibi.

It's locked.

Yeah.

Once a Catholic?

You still in touch
with him, up there?

The words go up.

-What about you?
-I don't believe in God.

I don't even like him.

Jealous, self-obsessed...
Cruel.

What do you believe in?

Human decency.

Billy will go in
the witness box
and lie for us.

And you will facilitate that,
won't you?

No, Micky. It's over.

I'm out of this.

You can't.

Calling a witness
I know is going to lie
is not part of our deal.

And I won't do it.

£43,000 in total.

What?

The brown envelope
you just saw on his desk.

The last of 17 envelopes
accepted by your
senior clerk from me.

If his career was to end,
it would kill him,
wouldn't it?

And I know how much
you love him.

Knowing you is the closest
I've ever come
to believing in good and evil.

And which side are you on?

Free will, Martha.

We all have a choice.

(MOBILE RINGS)

You've been worrying about
my co-defendant.

He's not a grass.

No.

-How do you know?
-I asked him. We had a talk.

The gap in surveillance when
the phone call was made?

-Pretend gap.
-With a real phone call in it.

-Made by?
-Police officer.

Alan Cowdrey wants to put
Conti in the box.

MARTHA: No choice really.

Which is what
the prosecution want.

The courier in the box
denying he made the call

but looking guilty as hell
under cross examination.

Connecting you
to the drugs

and undermining you
by being rubbish.

Conti knew it wasn't
cigarettes, he knew
it was heroin.

End of story.

Except for one thing,
obviously.

That the drugs are not yours.

Where were you that night?

You know who the alibi is.

You weren't with Billy,
were you?

-I need him.
-Where were you?

I'm the number two
in the Farr family.

What's that got to do with it?

I was with a woman.

-She's married.
-Right.

To my brother.

The number one.

And saying that in court?

I don't think so.

So, Conti.

Clive Reader is good.
He'll do him over
in the witness box.

It's a problem for us.

Not any more it isn't.

My Lord,
can the indictment be put
to my client again, please?

(BOTH WHISPERING)

Do you plead guilty
or not guilty?

Guilty.

JUDGE: You'll be
remanded in custody
till the end of the trial,

then you'll be brought
back for sentencing.
Take him down.

Ten minutes to re-group.

All rise.

See you in there.

Did you tell him where Jody
was on the night?

Daniel? Of course.

He's my junior.
I can't keep things from him.

No.

(MOUTHS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ I leaned on you today

♪ I regularly hurt
but never say

♪ I nearly wore
the window through...

(RINGING TONE)

♪ Where was air sea rescue?

♪ The cavalry with tea
and sympathy

♪ You were there

♪ Puncture repair

♪ I leaned on you today ♪

Why don't you sit
this morning out?

I have to get in to Shoe Lane.
You owe me that.

You wouldn't be here
if it weren't for me.

Go home, Caroline.

I went up onto the bridge
on my motorbike.

I knew I only had one go
at the Hummer.

-One go?
-Uh, one ride past.

I was approaching the bridge
from the west,

so I was face on to
the Hummer.

I went as slowly as I dared,
and made a mental note
of the registration number.

And were you able to see
anyone inside the vehicle?

The windows are smoked glass
so you can't see inside,

but, as I rode past,
the nearside window opened.

And what did you see?

Mr Farr.

He was flicking
a cigarette end out.

And how would you describe
the opportunity you had
to look at Mr Farr?

I got a good look at him.

And after the Hummer
drove away, what did you do?

-I went back
onto the bridge.
-Why?

For the cigarette.

Uh... Exhibit PL 14, My Lord.

How could you be sure
this was the cigarette

you'd seen the defendant
flick out of the window?

Oh, I couldn't, which is why
we had DNA tests done on it,

which established
that it was his.

Thank you, Sergeant Lodder.

The window opened
as you rode past.

-Yes.
-Right on cue.

What a stroke of luck.

Well, you earn
your luck in life.

It must have been the briefest
of looks you had, what?

A second? Maybe two?

I know the face.
Can I say that?

Looks like you've said it.

Which is fine by me,
because it was
Jody Farr's face

you were seeing
every step of the way.

His was the face
that fitted, wasn't it?

How many Hummers are there
on the roads in Britain?

-What are the chances that...
-You know what car he has

and you know
it's a Hummer

and you know what
the registration is,

so stop answering
the wrong question.

This jury aren't stupid,

they won't think that
if you get it right about
Jody Farr's shoe size

then he must have been there.

Can you confirm that
you actually got the
registration slightly wrong?

-Yes, I did.
-To make it look true.

It's the little mistakes
in detail that make
the fit-up believable.

What the hell was that?

Popping up for
another shot in the middle
of my re-examination?

It's what I'll say
in my speech anyway.

Yeah, well,
keep it where it belongs.

What? Did I step into
your look-at-me,
give-me-silk limelight, Clive?

You can't win because
you can't explain the DNA
on the cigarette

and juries love
DNA evidence.
Hmm?

Watching
a no-comment interview?

They clear the ashtrays
between interviews.

I've been calling you.

I know.

You're trapped...

Aren't you?

(SIGHS)

And you?

We all want to be
better people than we are.

I'm so sorry.

Me too.

The fat lady?

She hasn't sung yet.

One question.

Who else knows about
you and your brother's wife?

Nobody. Why?

You all right?

You look a bit, uh, tense.

-Have you got a ciggy?
-Yeah.

It's how I got started.

Carrying a pack around
with me for clients.

Clerkenwell Mags,
Marlborough Street.
Those were the days.

Both hotels now.

I just sort of joined in,
the smoking.

There's a thin line between
all of us, I sometimes think.

-Sergeant Lodder.
-Miss Costello.

Tosser.

JODY:
Just before I got banged up
in 2004, I saw this thing.

A 12-year-old girl
working as a prostitute.

Not some paedophile ring,
just a girl on the street

like all the other
street prostitutes,
only 12 years old.

She was a chicken-head.

-What's that?
-It's a girl who works
just for crack.

She doesn't see
any of the money,

the pimp takes all that,
and pays her with crack.

She was with
this other girl,

a bit older than her,
maybe 16,

and the pimp
threw them a rock,
like they were dogs.

And they fought for it
like they were going to
kill each other.

I think they would have done
if I hadn't stepped in.

And what did you do?

Stopped it.

And how did that
make you feel?

I stopped it for
business reasons.

I'm sorry?

I was the pimp.

I didn't want
my products damaged.

That's when I knew
I had to get out.

Then I got nicked.

Are you a drugs dealer now?

Yes.

What kind of drugs dealer?

All the drugs I sell
are high quality.

I'm not ripping anyone off
with low-grade.

Nobody dies producing
the drugs I sell,
or importing them.

I'm very insulted
by the idea

that I would bring in
a consignment of heroin
like the one in this trial.

-Why?
-It's bad heroin.

How do you bring
your drugs in?

Through embassies.

MARTHA: Do you ship
drugs into this country
through Felixstowe?

No.

Have you ever been
to Birchanger Services
on the M11?

Never.

Uh...

Which embassies, Jody Farr?

(SNIGGERS)
I can't tell you that,
Clive St John Reader.

So you're selective
in your openness?

-Sorry?
-Straight with the jury,
when it suits you,

and then you scurry
back down your hole
and hide when it doesn't.

Can I suggest you
ask me questions,
rather than issuing threats?

Well, here's a question.

And when you answer it,
instead of eyeballing me,

why don't you look
at the jury?

Where were you on the night
of June, the 9th, last year?

Are you all right?

Everyone gets nervous.

Sure.

-Shall we...
-I'll be there in a second.

I was with Jody Farr, from
about 3:00 in the afternoon

till after 2:00,
the next morning.

-Where?
-My house.

What were you doing?

BILLY:
Eleven hours of snooker.

-Who won?
-It was twelve frames each,
at midnight.

We had a laugh about that.
All the twelves.

And then?

I let him have the last frame.

-Because you're prepared to do
whatever it takes, aren't you?
-Excuse me?

Jody has to win so he's happy,

his solicitor's happy and
you've done your job.

It was a snooker match.

How do you feel about
consorting with criminals?

It's a sacrifice I make to
bring in work, so you can
consort with them.

We don't consort with them,
we represent them,

or we prosecute them.

There's a difference.

I wonder.

When did you agree to be
Jody Farr's alibi witness?

Yesterday.

Do you mind
if I say something?

I'm a senior clerk.

Ducking and diving
is what I do.

It goes with the job.

Any clerk who doesn't
duck and dive is worse
than useless.

But this here,

the number one criminal court
in the country,

this is what it's all about.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

I can't tell you
how proud I am

to see you two
appearing here.

I would
never stand here, on oath,
and lie to one of my own.

I think you know that, sir.

Telling the truth on oath?

That's what your evidence
is based on?

Absolutely.

Then perhaps you can explain
how Mr Farr could be
in two places at once.

I don't understand.

In bed with
his brother's wife...

and playing snooker with you.

Sex with
a married woman in the
first part of the evening,

Birchanger Services later on.

Who were you with late
last night in chambers?

Micky Joy.
Jody Farr's solicitor.

Doing what?

He was taking
a statement from me.

Anything else?

You gave him a statement.

Did he give you anything?

Billy?

We don't do first name names
in my court, Miss Costello.

Billy?

He gave me a brown envelope.

And was it the first
brown envelope?

No.

And what was in
the brown envelopes?

I can wait
as long as it takes for you
to answer my question.

Because this really,
really matters.

He was paying me for favours.

So, let's be very clear here.

Who was?

-Micky Joy.
-Again?

Micky Joy.

Why are you saying this now?

Because it's right.

Because I want
my integrity back.

Because I can't tell
you how good it feels
at this moment,

in this place,
to tell you the truth.

-MARTHA: Billy...
-You're dead. You know that?

Stay here.
I'll do this on my own.

-Your pupil.
-Once a copper...

I didn't tell him.

-But you said...
-Yeah.

That's what I said.

You and me, Micky.

We're the only ones who knew.

Hey, Jody, it's me.

I wouldn't lie to you,
you know that.

How long have you known
Sergeant Lodder?

What?

I never met him until...

Yeah, have a...
Have a cigarette.

Jody, do you
want a cigarette?

Do you want to put
some tar in your lungs

and some of your DNA
on the butt?

Give him a cigarette, Micky.

Your hand's shaking.

JODY: Leave it now.

Don't humiliate him.

-Hey, Jody...
-Shh, shh, shh...

No.

MARTHA: His own solicitor,
an informant for the police.

It's impossible for him now
or in the future
to have a fair trial.

Mr Reader?

The Crown has no option
but to offer no further
evidence, Your Honour.

Police protection for Mr Joy.

And a criminal trial for
perverting the course
of justice?

You might be persuaded to
prosecute that one.

I'd need a good junior.

(REPORTERS CLAMOURING)

-Jody, Jamie Slotover.
-Hello.

They had me. The Old Bill.

Same as I had you.

The lengths you went to.

The bigger noise I made
about working for Jody,
the more he trusted me.

So when the time came
to send him down,

he wouldn't think
it was me.

You went after her,
you weren't acting that.

She was my only hope.

I had to hit Jody.

I had to sink him
during the trial.

That's what the police
wanted from me.

But then rely on Martha
to save your boy?

Yeah.

But she was
even better than that.

Yeah, she was.

The implant always works,

and it always stops working.

How long?

When it stops working,

because of where the hot spots
in your body are,

it will be over quickly.

How long?

I've known patients
go for seven years.

And I've known it
be twelve months.

There's one more thing
you should know.

The implant takes away
your capacity to
produce testosterone.

So?

Well, you'll become less...

Manly.

You don't know me.

-What do you want?
-I look after Clive Reader.

Look after?

I'm his clerk
and you're about to do
exactly what I tell you.

I've got a better idea.

Why don't you
take your machismo back

to your grubby little chambers
and tell Clive Reader

I can't wait
to end his career.

-(DIALLING)
-Put it away.

Terry, there's
an oik outside...

What the hell?

I'm a clerk, and I'm a man.

My name is Billy Lamb.

When he gets down here,
you tell your clerk

that you're dropping it
against my boy,
or I will end your life.

Do you understand me?

Caroline Warwick, yes or no?
Reminder of the rules...

Two-thirds of chambers
need to vote in favour
for a new member to get in.

Those in favour?

Those against?

Nineteen for, ten against.

Clive, are you abstaining?

At the moment,
she's one vote short.

Excuse me.
Mr Reader, sir?

Er, just one...

You went for me in court
because your ambition told you

that winning was
more important
than Uncle Billy.

You were lying in
the witness box.

A bent solicitor
paid you to do it.

-But I forgive you.
-You forgive me?

Because I love you
unconditionally.

You see this is what happens
every time, isn't it?

You behave
as badly as you want
and then you cover it up

with big declarations
of sentimental bollocks.

Words, words, words.

It's what you do that matters.

You're a free man,
and from this moment on

your senior clerk
will support you in
whatever you do.

What do you mean "free man"?

The Bar Standards Board.

-I've made it go away.
-What?

-How?
-Used some words.

But mostly it's what I did.

-What are you saying?
-You made one mistake
with Milson.

You didn't hit him
hard enough.

I've saved your career, sir.

Er, Caroline Warwick...

Is nothing we can't manage.

Miss Warwick? Yeah.

Welcome aboard.

I've kept it all.

His money, it's all there.

Once I'd taken it
the first time,
I knew I was trapped.

I also knew somewhere,
somehow there'd be a way out.

It's not over.
Perjury, taking bribes.

They'll come for you, Billy.

But we're okay,
aren't we, Martha?

You know,
that's the first time you've
called me Martha in 17 years?

-I must be going soft.
-(LAUGHS)

Are you all right?

Will you do something for me?

-What?
-Hold my hand.

(LAUGHS)