All language subtitles for Garrows Law s01e01

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Judas!

My client's life is at stake!

- Guilty.
- No!

No! No!

Are you the monster?

[Screams]

I must be a ruffian
to get at the truth.

The court is yours not Garrow's.

You are not sentenced yet.

Are you aware of the role this trial
will play in our nation's history?

- He was slain by them!
- You may have trained me but you do not own me.

Blast your eyes,
you damned bitch!

Mr Garrow!

These are the men who will
decide what charge you face.

Your law is weak if men
can bend it to their will.

Damn the lot of you!
This is a lynching, not a trial!

Next prisoner!

Eliza Radnell, spinster was indicted
for that she on the 26th of April...

Oh, please take pity, sirs,
tis my wife.

..house of Thomas Langstaffe
did breach and enter,

no person being
therein and stealing

thence one linen shift, one pair
of worsted stockings, twelve pence.

I call the prosecutrix,
Mrs Mary Langstaffe.

Would that the jury
concentrate as much as you.

Then this would be
a much improved place.

- As for your place, it is not here alas.
- Just one more case!

You are not employed here.

Will!

I came home
and found her within.

I asked her how she got in,
she could not tell.

I asked her what business she had
with my things, she could not tell.

I got assistance and kept her there
until the parish beadle came over.

Mr Crompton will not be pleased.

It is drudgery there.

I was not called to the bar
to be buried in book dust.

The prisoner shall speak
for herself in her own defence.

And again and as ever,
no defence counsel for the prisoner.

I beg your pardon, sir, but I had drunk
part of four pints of two penny.

I let myself in the house to sleep,
I put the clothes on for warmth.

[Laughter]

Jurymen, consider your verdict.

- You have reached a verdict?
- Guilty!

- No!
[Cheering]

It did not take them
long to confer.

The sentence is branding.

No!

Relative to transportation,
it is a mercy.

But she may have been telling the truth,
that she was not guilty.

The wisdom of the court observes
that it requires no manner of skill to make a plain and honest defence.

But it will, one day it will.

[Branding hisses jeering]

An acquittal shall follow!

Will, when you have a criminal brief,
it will be your duty to address a court of law. But not now.

Nicholas Porter is indicted
for stealing two fat hogs

value 40 shillings, and 18 live fowls
value nine shillings...

Mr Southouse!

You have business in there
this afternoon?

A silk merchant prosecuted by a creditor
with half a guinea to enlist me as his attorney.

Is he in need of counsel,
I should very much like to help.

You who? Should hurry.

Mr Garrow?

Mr Crompton.

Brandy here. This man's not
been long robbed at gunpoint!

Come on.
Come and sit down.

The wretch clapped a pistol to my breast
and demanded my money!

Whoa!

You robbed this gentleman, you wretch.
And now you'll be brought to justice.

Mr Southouse! I've never been
inside Newgate, I would learn from it.

I'm not there to furnish you
with experience.

Well, what then?

A very faithful and sincere
young woman

has sold half her possessions to pay
for my service on behalf of her brother.

It is a very limited service,
you cannot appear in court.

You may tell him who and what is sworn
against him and help prepare his speech...

- And it may save his life.
- It may.

Mr Southouse, I promise
I will not speak, I will merely observe.

I have seen you observe
at the Old Bailey.

Your eyes are very busy
as is your mouth, unfortunately.

I cannot stay in the Pleader's Office!

Then head for Quarter Sessions.

Pass paupers from one parish to another!
Oppose dancing licences...

I will be an Old Bailey barrister

and I will seek any attorney
for my briefs, but I would rather you embraced me, dear mentor.

Very well...

but in silence.

Mr Southouse, always a pleasure
to see you going about your business.

My er...

His humble servant.

Peter Pace, please.

This way, gentlemen.

So, the young lady's brother
was brought before the justice for violent theft and highway robbery.

Half a guinea is a not
inconsiderable sum...

but for his life,
it may be a bargain.

Thank you.

Peter, this is Mr Southouse,
your attorney.

I never saw my accusers at all
until they come up to me and knocked me off my horse.

They stamped on my head, they said
they would butcher me for what I done. They said, "Damn his eyes, kill him!"

My pen is not yet out of
my pocket, Mr Pace.

Please...

Now then, tell me, at magistrate's
court, what passed?

I cannot exactly recall.

My mind was not set right.

Mr Grove, the prosecutor swore
he was the highwayman.

The charge says that
two shillings were stolen.

They did not find me
two shillings richer.

- You were searched immediately?
- I was more set upon...

- and then brought along.
- You were in want of money?

- Sir?
- Will!

Did you see an opportunity?

- A man, alone on a deserted road.
- You will wait outside!

The man you overtook, put a pistol
to his cheek and then discarded it.

- Never!
- Explain this! Who is this accuser?

Mr Garrow. Apprentice to me at 15...

But too gifted in law
to be a mere attorney.

Come, sir, you can speak freely.
Black is white and white is black,

according as we are paid, our loyalty
is to the client, not to the truth.

- William!
- Speak freely?

Oh, I have a language for you, sir.

Damn you both if you would take a guinea
from me or my sister and think to have me lie.

I will not have you!

Good.

Excellent. Well said.

You will not give a better testimony.

Oh! Oh, I see.

- You do?
- He puts it to me and I...

Excellent, sir.

And am I blessed to have
the both of you to serve me?

Ah... not...

Mr Garrow is a barrister.

I would be bound to instruct him.

Then do so. Mary?

But the cost of a barrister, madam.

Half a guinea?

- I'm afraid that will not...
- Half a guinea.

You are instructed.

- I am instructed.
- Attorney and counsel.

- This goes well.
- This goes very well.

Mr Garrow?

Mr Crompton.

Will... William!

You will concentrate here.

- This is the brief.
- It is.

- It's very thin.
- Well, you're not allowed to see the indictment.

You are refused copies of the
deposition sworn against your client.

You are not permitted to visit
your client while he is in Newgate.

When you are at the Old Bailey,
you will not be allowed to address the jury, make an opening statement

or a closing speech.

You may call witnesses
as to the prisoner's character but they are not bound to appear.

In fact, not only is it impermissible
for counsel to make a full defence,

it is barely allowable for them
to actually win a case.

Hence the thinness of your papers.

But in the meantime, Mr Southouse,
what have I to save Mr Pace from the rope?

The prosecution's testimony.

You must find a weakness in it.

Study your brief.
I shall see you at court.

Goodnight, Will.

And if you cannot sleep, let us hope
it's from anticipation and not fear.

Good night.

William!

You look splendid.

Oh, no.

Edward Forrester.
A renowned thief-taker.

If he's involved in the prosecution,
this goes not so well.

- Mr Southouse, if a thief-taker is at the heart
of this that will help make our defence. - Or our damnation.

Good luck, Will.

Mary!

Who's this?

- William Garrow from Lincoln's Inn.
- By way of?

- Sir?
- Well, not Oxford or I'd know you.

Articled to an attorney,
John Southouse of Milk Street.

You received your education
in Billingsgate.

Oh, dear...

Silvester.

Middle Temple.

Come to condemn the wretches
or confound the jury today?

I've come to defend a man.

- It's first case?
- Peter Pace.

You're against me.
And the facts.

Court shall rise.

Still, they'd need only detain for us
for a few hours, then what's next?

Oh, a coining. Well, that will be
two hangings before lunch.

- I recommend the broth.
- I recommend you read your brief again.

The prisoner, Peter Pace,
is indicted for that he,

in the King's highway in and upon
William Grove, feloniously

did make an assault, putting him
in corporeal fear and danger of his life and stealing from his person

two shillings in monies numbered
the property of the said William Grove.

Call William Grove.

So, the alarm being raised,
we gave chase.

Mr Forrester, myself and Mr Stoddert
who'd witnessed the assault upon me.

Mr Grove, at the magistrate's committal
you swore to the identity of the fellow.

Could you please do so now again
for the benefit of this court?

- You lie!
- Behold the prisoner!

A humour not to be encountered
on any lonely by-way.

No more questions.

You know this man?

I know this is the man
that robbed me.

You swore before the magistrate,

that the man who robbed you
covered his face with a handkerchief.

Yes.

Yes.

So how were you able
to swear to Mr Pace?

This man rode a grey mare.

Is there a horse
in the dock, Mr Grove?

Sir?

A grey mare accused of robbery?

I do not know what you mean, sir.

Well, your only means of identification
is by way of the horse my client was riding.

You could not swear to his face, could you?
You could only swear to his horse.

What words did your attacker
make use of?

He demanded my money or my life.

- Those were the very words,
your money or your life? - Well, he expressed it in that manner.

He came up, shows me
the pistol and he says...

Your money or your life, remarkable.

- You were robbed of two shillings?
- I was.

Oh, dear, still £40 is better
than two shillings.

- Well, I don't know that it is
under a wrong cause. - A wrong cause.

You know it is not every day that one
gets £40 reward for hanging a man? Is that not your cause?

M'lord. My learned friend Mr Garrow
has a very rude approach.

Mr Garrow...

do not speculate.

Interrogate. And do so
with a little delicacy.

Hear, hear!

Who paid for this prosecution?

- Mr Forrester.
- Mr Forrester, the renowned thief-taker.

Yes, sir.

And who paid for your expenses
to attend this business?

- Mr Forrester.
- What assistance that man does provide.

No further questions, my lord.

Thank you, Mr Grove.

Do you think Mr Garrow makes
an impression on the jury?

Forrester appears next and he has made
an impression on many juries.

Call Edward Forester!

A robbery takes place on the road

from Hounslow to Hanworth

where a thief-taker is dining
at that very hour. A rare convenience?

The good fortune of those in need.

You had no fear to pursue a man
who would wield a pistol.

I had a pistol of my own, sir.

Who paid for this prosecution?

- I paid half a guinea.
- Who paid for the indictment? - I did.

To see justice done?

To obtain the conviction of a guilty man
who would put others in fear and danger of their life.

- You are quoting the indictment.
- It is also my belief.

- As a thief-taker?
- And as a man.

But as the former, you are a taker
of rewards for the apprehension

and conviction of those
found guilty of serious crimes.

As the government sees fit.

And are you hoping for a reward here?

I would not presume on the judge,
the jury or the law.

I put it to you that this crime
did not take place.

A man was caught, brought before
the magistrate and stands here now.

I put it to you that you paid Grove to make
a hue and cry against an innocent man,

- turn him all at once into a highwayman.
- Innocence is the jury's business.

I put it to you that
you invented this robbery.

I put it to you that...

the victim and the witness
are schemes of your own fiction

as is the blameless prisoner
you accuse as your robber!

[JUDGE BANGS GAVEL]

Mr Garrow, it is your job to excite
distrust of the evidence not to make a speech on your client's behalf.

Please forgive my learned friend, m'lord.

Until today he's never actually been in the law.

[GALLERY LAUGH]

How long have you been in
the honorable business of thief-taking?

Um... I can't rightly tell.

Well, guess a little, how long?

Well, clearly some time longer
than you've been a counsellor.

[LAUGHTER]

How many...

Sir?

- How many trials did you appear
upon last sessions? - Never a one.

What? There was no blood money
in the last sessions?

If there were no thieves,
how would you get a brief?

Unless this be your last.

[LAUGHTER]

No more questions.

Thank you, Mr Forrester.

Gentlemen, you will consider
your verdict.

You may wish
to leave this place.

I cannot until I know
my brother's fate.

You have reached a verdict?

- Unanimously.
- How do you find the prisoner?

Guilty.

No!

No!

No! Please!
God have mercy!

Judge, your Lord,
I beseech you!

The sentence is death.

Death by hanging.

Take the prisoner down.

No! No!

[JEERING AND SHOUTING]

It troubles you not to derive your living
from the groans of the gallows?

Mr Garrow!

The man is all a-flutter, my lord.

I should demand satisfaction
if I had not already found it in the verdict.

- You will apologise to Mr Silvester.
- I will only apologise to my client.

- Then I shall commit you!
- So your lordship may!

Mr Garrow, you are hot-headed
and intemperate.

This is your first case here
and you have lost it.

So, I forgive you.

Now sit down.

Next prisoner.

May I?

- Eat!
- Broth.

You need food, man.

That, and a stronger constitution.

It is the lot of defence counsel
to see their clients carried off to Tyburn.

I was determined mainly to prosecute,
far more congenial.

And as for the rights of prisoners,
that's a very irregular income.

- You will learn that the law
is not a game for gentlemen. - Will I?

And you'll learn to become a gentleman
or there shall be no law for you at all.

Mr Garrow.

Sir Arthur Hill MP invites you to dinner.

Now you have an opportunity, Garrow.

Are you familiar with
the phenomenon of cutlery?

I have made law and order
my business in parliament, Mr Garrow,

but I fear I understand the law only
as we legislate, and not as it is practised.

Even an MP should
not be quite so narrow.

So you do attend the Old Bailey, Sir Arthur?

I am fortunate to have
the attendance of my wife there.

- Mr Garrow, we are grateful that
you did accept our invitation. - Lady Sarah.

Well, I imagine those that see me
at the bench would consider me there for my leisure and sport

and Judge Buller certainly does think me
very elegant alongside him.

And how could you not look so,
beside him!

I'm not there for his decoration.

But on my behalf, so that I'm informed
from the very place where justice is dealt.

The law be dealt there,
but no justice.

You will enlighten us?

I am sorry if you feel a source of enquiry
for a good dinner but

I think at least you should have
your dinner before you feel so used.

The law is the concern
of us all here.

We are under siege in London
from ruffianism.

From Chick Lane
to the Ratcliffe Highway.

We all do well to employ
our own watchmen.

And form our own societies.

You have heard of the Society
for the Reformation of Manners, Mr Garrow?

You campaign,
Mrs Browning?

We bring prosecutions in the hope
that it will be... improving.

Improving manners in illegitimacy, adultery,
bawdy houses, molly houses, prostitution.

- What's a molly house?
- And what do you know of such?

I pay attention at the Old Bailey
as you would have me do is all.

Pay attention to...?

Sodomy, Mr Sowerby.
Sodomy and catamites.

Please sir, you may examine me.

My wife did remark that your...

defence of the prisoner was very...

singular.

It was why we did invite you here.

You do not favour the protection
of our society in prosecution?

The Bloody Code upheld?

The terror of the rope,
the branding iron,

the thief-takers' corruption
that sends innocent men to Tyburn?

And you think a battle amongst counsel
the best way of arriving at the truth?

The prisoner in the dock has been
too long left to his fate for want of counsel.

And is your loyalty to the prisoner,

- or your fee?
- My loyalty is to the truth.

But you'll settle for finding a "not guilty"
regardless of the truth?

And you think we should eke out injustice
all day long for one wrong verdict that may come between?

I will not believe that the law is a lie.

And I think I may be...

better minded to listen to talk of reform
were it not so bound up with the burgeoning prospects of defence counsel.

Now there's a truth for you.

"Did not the felon firmly fix his hope
on flaw or jaw and so escape the rope?"

"Justly he'd meet that fate without reprieve
that comes when the Advocate fails to deceive."

A good satire, sir.

It seems your investigations into the law
were concluded before they had begun.

If I am not a source of satire
for a good dinner, I will also not be a source of amusement for it.

I remember my father teaching
in the school where my education was under his superintendence.

We were both mocked... him by his better
born pupils for the plainness of his background

and myself for the fact that
no fee was paid for my education.

My father's service was the fee.

He suffered their insults behind his back,
he never turned to face them down.

And you were taken out?

Because I would bite and scratch.

They were for Oxford,
I was articled.

And I was grateful for it.

And now?

My dear friend, I thank you for your trust,
but you should not have instructed me with the case.

Well, now you are instructed at least.

- But I was undone by
my arrogance, my inexperience. - You lack manners.

You were too angry.

You lost control.

And what did you mean
to challenge Judge Buller?

You are in the law,
you cannot be in contempt of it.

The law is itself is contemptible.

Then perhaps you are
not ready to practise it.

Your new chambers are
very commodious.

If I still have use for them.

It is a vile day at the Old Bailey
when we are in want of eleventh-hour briefs from attorneys.

A state of affairs you may well
have to get used to permanently unless you begin to win.

More than agreeable.

Mr Silvester.

A murder!

And all prosecution witnesses
already called before the coroner.

Lunch will come early.

Will! It was a prosecution brief.

You could not trust me
with such a case?

I think... I think things came
a little too quickly.

"Here and there in the crowd
we mark with pity,"

"for his too certain fate,"

"the careworn face of some
self-educated peasant."

"The ambition which has aspired his toil
in the unwonted field of legal labour"

"is doomed to inevitable blight."

So, Mrs Tarling,
the prisoner Elizabeth Jarvis

came into your service as a servant
some three weeks since?

Yes, your honour. After a few days
I suspected she was with child.

She insisted she was not.

If the magistrate thinks the case
strong enough to go to trial,

the Society will bring a prosecution
upon this wretch.

...and found blood on the kitchen table
and on the floor.

I took a candle and
followed the spots of blood

into the coal cellar... Sorry.

Pray continue, Mrs Tarling.

I hope you will not find this
too distressing.

I am not concerned about myself.

Who will defend her?

She may ask God's mercy.

A pair of stockings
soaked in blood and...

as I moved a box...
the body of a dead child.

Her name is Elizabeth Jarvis.

She is committed for trial.
Infanticide.

- And you will pay for counsel?
- I will pay for Mr Garrow.

Mr Garrow?

No other.

[MEN LAUGH AND CHATTER]

- Will.
- Mr Southouse.

You have a brief for me and I am like
a dog called to its bowl. Thank you.

- A tankard of ale, please.
- Of course.

How has a maidservant
a guinea for her defence?

A lady has a guinea
and an inclination to help her.

And you have an inclination
to help me?

We have to prove that the child
was born dead.

Otherwise the mother be presumed
guilty of its murder.

The presumption of innocence,
of course, not applying in infanticide.

Particularly when she is unmarried.

Particularly when the birth
was concealed.

Regarded as usually conclusive evidence
of the woman's guilt.

And the evidence that would
be in her favour?

Did she confess the pregnancy?

Did she seek assistance in labour?

Did she prepare for birth
by the collection of linen?

And the answer to all three be "no"?

And there is the presence
of a bloody knife

and a surgeon attesting
to marks of violence.

Mr Southouse, this is
an unwinnable case.

Previously you were a barrister
with too much confidence,

now you are one with none.

All right, I will earn my guinea.
But who has pledged it?

Who has better faith than I
that we can obtain an acquittal here?

Her name is Lady Sarah Hill

and she attended the magistrate's
committal for her education.

- Lady Sarah Hill instructed you?
- And most expressly asked for you.

Mrs Browning did almost drop
her spoon when you left the room.

Well, at least she will not try
to enlist me for her society.

You could not join the Reformation
of Manners because you have none.

I refuse to be reformed.
And your husband?

- He did not object.
- Because he thinks I fled the argument.

His beliefs are sincere and certain.

But you do not share them?

On this particular cause, no.

My husband sat on
a parliamentary committee

with the aim of reforming
the law on infanticide.

It was suggested that a lesser charge
-- concealment -- be instigated in its place.

Your husband was
an opponent to change?

Concealment carries
a two-year sentence.

He was still of the opinion that women
who bring forth bastards should be hung.

- You have read on the subject?
- Secretly,

from the papers that lay
in my husband's study.

Mrs Browning is convinced
that in Elizabeth Jarvis

they will punish sexual
licentiousness and loose morals.

I only saw a young woman trapped
and overwhelmed with fear.

But you are not afraid yourself, I think?

My husband would consider
my participation in this an infidelity.

Well, it shall remain
a confidence we share.

But in defence, and in this case above all,
I am disadvantaged in law.

Then you shall have all the evidence
I noted in the magistrate's parlour.

I believe I am fortunate
to have made your acquaintance.

And fortune may allow us to prevail.

- To Newgate? But it's not permissible.
- Why?

- It's not etiquette.
- You would prefer taste to justice?

I must know more than in the brief allowed.
I must see the prisoner!

I am the attorney. I talk to the client,
I make the preparation!

You do not trust my services
all of a sudden?

I do not trust myself, Mr Southouse.

It is not a wish
to flout conventions,

it is simply thoroughness to ensure
that all ground is covered in this case.

And that I am truly prepared.
Where before I was not.

- Well, if it comes from humility, then happily.
- Good, excellent.

Lady Sarah will meet us there.

Lady Sarah, how so?

Elizabeth... you lied about
not being pregnant.

You then attempted
to conceal the birth.

Explain to me as counsel for the prosecution
would have you do.

The knowledge of my pregnancy
would bring about my dismissal, sir.

And I would have left that residence
with no character reference

and little chance I'd be
taken into service again.

And I did not want
to own my shame.

You prepared no linen.

I had not the wits or the
wherewithal to plan anything.

You had the wherewithal
for a knife, Elizabeth.

You had the wits to know that you would
cut the navel string. That's no modesty, that was cold experience.

- Well?
- I knew I had to separate the child from me.

Bodily, yes. And in life, at first?
Did you want this child dead, so you could live?

The child was already dead, sir!
But if it had lived...

Would you have killed it?
Would you? Look at me!!

I would have hid it, in the hope that
it would be found alive and well and looked after.

And never have to follow
in the low ways of its mother.

Gaoler?

You would go there
for thoroughness?

You simply convinced her
of her own worthlessness.

And convinced myself of her innocence.

You think to play rough tricks
to prepare your defence?

I am in want of rough tricks.
I am learning some.

- Her innocence may be established
in court, not in Newgate. - Maybe?

By casting polite doubt
on the eyesight of the prosecutrix?

Or the obtaining of an acquaintance
of Elizabeth as character witness? That will not suffice!

- You cannot insult your way to an acquittal.
It was your mistake before. - That I was not rude enough was my mistake!

I have no other means but
to destroy the prosecutrix

and make war with her counsel.
What would you have me say after the trial?

"I am in no way satisfied the jury
were right in finding the prisoner guilty"

"but at least everything was carried out
with the utmost decorum."

The life of Elizabeth Jarvis
is at stake

in solemn and polished injustice.
I must be a ruffian to get at the truth,

I must confront the Gentlemen
of the Old Bailey to save her life.

Lady Sarah. I am sorry
you were in attendance, but...

Nonsense!

I am gratified to hear it.

Well...

Well, then, if you are
going to insult,

your tongue must at least be well prepared
with the sharpest of facts.

Which it is my job, as attorney,
as your attorney...

As a fact, I've already
arranged an appointment.

Oh? Where?

We are to meet a surgeon.

[WOMAN SCREAMS IN AGONY]

And these?

Well, these are the forceps.

And these?

- To cut the navel string,
in certain circumstances. - Such as?

When it's around the baby's throat.

Now, you wish to see the mortuary?

In particular, the lungs
of infants recently dead.

Certainly, there are
new cadavers there now.

By preparation I meant black letter law
and statutes, not this atrocity!

Elizabeth Jarvis was indicted for that she,
on the 29th April last,

at the parish of Marylebone, being big
with a certain female child,

the said female child,
alone and secretly from her body

by the providence of God,
did bring forth alive,

which said child,
being so born alive...

Everybody does look at me.
Where do I look?

Fix your eyes on me,
in hope you see your acquittal.

...But being moved and seduced
by the instigation of the devil

feloniously and wilfully
and of her malice aforethought...

You listen for some mistake in the
indictment to get the case thrown out?

A forlorn hope, but at least you are
learning your law , Mr Garrow.

Improvement will surely follow,

if not quite enough for acquittal
of this careless spinster.

Mrs Tarling, could you tell me
what happened that morning?

I went to the prisoner's room
with my niece.

I found the prisoner in bed.

And you found her,
apart from horizontal...

Sir?

- Her manner?
- She said she felt better.

She felt better.

The baby was downstairs dead,
and she felt better?

By this, presumably, you mean
she felt relieved and glad?

- I mean she...
- Sanguine and very calm...

- M'lord, may the witness not be the subject
of Mr. Sylvester's ventriloquism. - I put no words into the mouth of the witness.

- You lead her like a farmer
that brings a cow to market! - M'Lord, my friend speaks with the

- The cow very sickly,
the farmer selling it hasty. - Mr Garrow!

- Continue, Mr Silvester.
- My lord.

You addressed her in her room...

as she lay there...

feeling better?

Yes, sir.

And what did you say to her?

I told her it was
a very sad thing, and...

- how could she do so cruel an act?
- And her reply?

"Do what, Mrs Tarling?", she said.

She would not own it?

I spoke more plain. And I asked her how
she could destroy the poor little creature.

And she responded?

She made no answer.

She made no answer.

I have no more questions, my lord.

Mrs Tarling...

Do you remember the account of this
you gave to the magistrate? - I do.

Do you remember that you swore it?

I do.

I've just heard you tell my learned friend
the prisoner gave you no answer.

- Is that the end of what passed between you?
- I cannot recall.

You say you asked her how
she could destroy the poor creature and she gave you no answer.

I put it to you that you then
asked her why she did so.

- That may be so.
- Please, try to recall what you have already sworn to.

I think I asked her if...

if she destroyed it
to prevent its crying.

You asked her if she destroyed it
to prevent its crying, yes or no?

- Yes, I did, sir.
- And how did the prisoner respond?

- I cannot recall.
- Please try! - I cannot.

That this young woman may be executed
in consequence of your evidence, would you not venture to recall?!

- My lord, this is very rough!
- Why do you tremble so?

- This is an onerous occasion.
- Yes, my client's life is at stake!

Now would you please recall
what you swore in front of the magistrate?

Or is the truth now
too inconvenient to own?

- No.
- Good.

Please look at the jury
as you do so.

Very well.

She said...

It did not cry.

It never cried.

It did not cry.

It never cried.

It had no breath to cry.

It was still and silent
and unmoving.

It was dead when it was born.

- Court shall adjourn for lunch.
- Court shall rise.

My lord, I have not finished
cross-examining the witness.

It is MY court, Mr Garrow, and
I shall determine the fate of my lamb chops

as ruthlessly as
I determine the law here.

Sometimes a mouth must simply
allow chewing as its function.

The prisoner used to speak
to clear himself or hang himself.

Now the prisoner is silent, we have
the eloquent hectoring of Mr Garrow.

- In a cause not his own.
- Judge, it may not be his cause

but surely the defence of the accused
is progress and therefore some improvement?

Improvement, madam? How can it be
improvement in my own court, where I play a lesser part?

Am I merely there to temper
Mr Garrow's reign of terror?

I shall have to put out my leg
to trip up the coming of these lawyers, or I will be trampled underfoot!

[POLITE LAUGHTER]

Doctor, after you made
examination of the child,

would your opinion be that it was
alive or dead at the time the wound to the throat was inflicted?

Oh, alive.

In wounds made on a living subject,
the edges are always red, and diverted. Or turned out.

and there are little spots of coagulated blood
from the extremities of the blood vessels.

Now that would be caused by
the coagulation of blood just before death.

- Did you open the body of the child?
- I did.

It was the body of a full-grown,
mature, healthy child.

The lungs were fully inflated
which would not have been the case

had not the child breathed
for some little time.

In other words, the child had been alive
when it was cut with the knife.

That is so.

Poor little wretch.

[SHOTS AND MURMURS FROM COURT]

- Circulation continues after death, does it not?
- Yes.

So those appearances that you spoke of
could equally occur after death?

I should say not. Unless... a very
few minutes after death possibly.

But my experience
has not been such.

And I understand the test to which
you subjected the lungs is called the hydrostatic test? - Yes.

- And you have read Beck and Taylor's work
on medical jurisprudence? - They are High authorities on that subject.

Indeed they are. Well, you will tell me
whether you subscribe to this doctrine of Professor Taylor.

"The hydrostatic test is no more capable
of showing that a child has been born alive

"than it is of proving whether it has been
murdered or died of natural causes."

In other words, the exercise
is worthless is it not?

My own experience tells me...

Then the highest authority
on this subject is incorrect?

Well, I have never before engaged
professionally on an inquiry of this nature.

Oh, really, then you are some kind of beginner?
Your own experience doesn't mean very much. - Mr Garrow?

If you have the work of Professor Taylor
alongside you,

may I suggest you read out
the relevant excerpt in court.

Yes, your honour.

Who is this man?
Is this man an attorney?

Junior counsel, my lord.

"The majority of those who have made
experiments upon this subject have only pretended to show,

"by the use of this and other tests,
whether or not a child has breathed."

Is that you, sir? Conducting
unreliable experiments?

Pronouncing solemnly on scientific
advancements that actually advance nothing?

The child breathed with some force.
It was a vital act.

And how would it have breathed
with a cord around its neck?

Enough for the lungs to inflate!

Dear me, sir, how your lungs inflate.

[LAUGHTER]

- Do you recognise these, Mr Herring?
- Yes.

They're used in some deliveries.

They are used, are they're not,
in cases where the navel string,

the umbilical cord, is twisted
around the neck of the child.

- I believe so.
- You believe so?

I have not used them.

I believe the process of cutting the cord
in such circumstances is considered so hazardous

that this peculiar pair of scissors
is manufactured for the purpose, is it not?

To prevent, by accident,
an incision in the throat of a child?

Mr Garrow...

- I have never cut the cord from a child's neck.
- From design?

I have never had the experience
of such an event.

Really? Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Precisely how many children
have you delivered? - Several.

- A dozen or...
- Well, one or the other, Mr Herring.

It is not my specialism.

Poor fellow, you are without
the necessary competence once again.

- My lord, this is bullying.
- Curb your tongue, Mr Garrow.

Yes, your honour.

Despite your lack of expertise,

you do acknowledge that cutting the cord
from a child's neck may cause an incision there.

It's a possibility.

Very well.

Can you not say...

that a female in such circumstances as
unassisted labour, may from pain and anxiety,

become deprived of all judgment,

cause an incision by accident
in the throat of a child?

A child who was fatally compromised
by the cord around its neck...

and therefore dead

and from whom this poor mother
was naturally anxious to remove herself?

My lord, my learned friend
is addressing the jury.

My lord, I'm merely looking their way.

You may not address them
with your mouth or your eyes.

- I know the limitations of my defence.
- As do I!

Perhaps you would like the witness
to provide an answer to your... speech.

- It is my fervent wish.
- Then put it to him more succinctly.

I put it to you, Mr Herring,

that the wound to the child's throat
was not a mark of violence at all

but a sad sign of desperation.

She cut her offspring's neck because
she did not know what she was doing.

It may be so.

Court will adjourn for a short time.

Court shall rise.

I was earlier detained
by some doubtful lamb chops and I fear they may detain me again.

- You think it goes well, Mr Southouse?
- I think we head towards acquittal.

- The judge is determined that you shall lose.
- How so?

In the way that
he will direct the jury.

What can be done, Mr Southouse?

If he is determined,
there is nothing to be done.

Will?

Court shall rise.

I cannot address the jury directly
so the court must hear your voice.

- What do I say?
- How you did defend yourself to me in Newgate.

Remember how you were in Newgate.

- Mr Silvester.
- My lord?

Do you wish to call any more witnesses?
- None, my lord.

- Mr Garrow, any witnesses as to
the defendant's character? - None, my lord.

Very well.

Sir...

if I may...

I could not own to the pregnancy

because I could not bear it to be true.

But I held...

..I held my child in the cellar

as its flesh grew colder and colder...

..until I grew cold next to her.

I did not sleep that night.

I did not wash her blood from me.
I would not.

It was also my blood.

My baby did not suffer in life.

My baby was born at peace.

The single question here is whether the mother
has proved that the infant was born dead.

I draw your attention to grievous wounds
at the child's throat.

I draw your attention to the fact

the young woman had provided no things
for the child. No clothing, no linen.

It suggests that she was in no way
prepared for the arrival of the child,

had no intention of keeping it.

To be sure, in this case there is evidence
to convict of the crime of wilful murder.

You will confer and reach a verdict.

[JURY CONFERS IN WHISPERS]

- You have reached a verdict?
- We have.

How do you find the prisoner charged
with this indictment? Guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.
[HUBBUB IN COURT]

The prisoner is free to go.

You think I play the law
as a game for gentlemen.

You're not wrong.

But now, sir, you will find me in earnest.

Mr Garrow, you are also free to go,

unless of course you intend to defend
every prisoner here today?

Not today, my lord,
but perhaps tomorrow.

Next prisoner!

I owe you my life, Mr Garrow.

It should not have been at stake.
But you will thrive now.

With a reference, I may have hope
of some employment.

- Mr Southouse?
- Gladly.

Thank you...

Thank you, both.

Thank God you did not disappoint me.

And now perhaps by association with me,
you will not be blackened further as a Newgate solicitor.

By association with you I may find
some other trouble altogether.

I shall change the trial forever.

Then you shall make enemies,
Mr Garrow.

I hope there shall be some
who will favour me.

Oh!
[WOMAN SCREAMS]

I cannot do what
is not in my heart to do.

You were called to the bar.
They do not announce your heart there!

That man is the monster!
He is the monster that did attack me!

You no longer find favour
with the public gallery, Mr Garrow.

I would happily lay my hands
on you, Rawlings!

Madam, your agitation seems to occur
at the most convenient time!

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