All language subtitles for North Square s01e01.eng

What about the jury?

Four Daily Telegraphs, three moustaches,
one blazer, two blue rinses and a Mormon.

- Fucked, then?
- Fucked.

- It's not a real jury at all, Alex.
- It's a coffee morning.

- At the WI.
- A jury of Rich Tea dunkers.

- Bloody bastard custard-cream lickers.
- Steady, Billy.

Wait a minute. 11. Four, three,
one, two and the Mormon. 11.

Floral print, number 12.
Chintz with pearls in the back row.

- Fucked, then.
- Fucked.

Five months, three weeks and four days.
So close.

- Yes, Mr Guthrie?
- Since I last lost a case.

She won't let it go, Mary.
I'm about to lose my pride and joy.

Yes, Mr Guthrie.

I'm so sorry...

What d'you think?

You never can tell what
a jury's going to do.

- But what do you think?
- There's always the Henry factor.

- You what?
- Henry Fonda.

Didn't look like the type to fight
for a not guilty, but he was and he did.

- Who's Henry Fonda?
- Jane's dad.

Silence.

You're a smug bastard, Leo.

That may be, but I'm the smug bastard

that's going to see your two laughing boys
disappear for 10 years.

I've never understood
prosecutors being zealots.

Where is the passion
in sending people down?

What do you get off on, Leo?

The city of Leeds
will be so much cleaner.

D'you want to be put out of your misery?

When the jury come through that door,
if they look at you, you're all right.

If they don't, you're going down.
Eye contact.

Jurors never look at people
they're about to fuck over.

Shit, shit, shit.

Bollocks.

Excellent.

Sometimes in here I wonder
if I'm actually at the taxidermist.

- Stuffed badgers.
- Big, blind moles.

Great tedious dodos.

You don't win cases by mouthing off
and wearing red socks a lot.

Billy.

Five months, three weeks and four days.
So close.

Breaks your heart.

What's going on?
- A bet.

I said I could go six months
without losing a case.

She said I couldn't.
I lost, so she gets my car.

It's hard to believe
she's your head of chambers.

So young.

- Mind you...
- Is this a pregnant pause?

One of his brilliant
cross-examination techniques.

She's the most grown-up person
in your little enterprise.

- He's very upset.
- You're very upset.

Can't blame him. We're so good and we've
all left his scuddy little chambers.

It's been six months.

Probably time you stopped stamping
your tiny foot.

But one does wonder. I mean, she's 33
years old and she gets such good work.

Breathtaking career.

Is she any more brilliant
than you, Billy, for example,

or you, Alex, for that matter?

One does wonder, doesn't one?
What is it that gives her the edge?

Are you saying that Wendy de Souza
got where she is today

because of the colour of her skin?

You took the words right out of my mouth.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

- Sure?
- Yeah.

Good punch. If you won the bet,
what was she going to give you?

- A new Subbuteo set.
- Excellent.

Yeah. With 16 teams of my own choice.
I was going to do the whole World Cup.

- Where?
- Dining room table.

Scotland, of course. Home of football.

Fancy a spin, boys?

Male barristers you call Sir,
the Dorises you call Miss.

Not Mrs, even when they are?

Not Mrs, Miss, even when they're not.

- Hello.
- Hello, miss.

- Sorry.
- New junior clerk.

- Sorry.
- I'm Tom Mitford. Call me Tom.

Could I have a word, sir?

Barristers have come and barristers
have gone, good, bad and fucking awful,

and every single one of them
has been called sir by his clerk.

Don't ask to change it, sir.

Oh. The Merchant Of Venice.

It's the best play for quoting from
for jury speeches,

and judges like Shakespeare.

They're fucking right.

Best words ever.

- Ready?
- Ready.

Go. Cream shirt, brown tie,
egg stain, dandruff.

Paedophile. Goon.

- Skinny, jumpy.
- Crack dealer. Goon.

- Sweaty, sideburns, ex-drummer maybe?
- Cannabis, personal use. Goon.

- Broken nose.
- Blagger. Goon.

Goon.

- Come on.
- Um... Beautiful?

- Beautiful.
- Prostitute? What?

- Just really beautiful.
- VAT fraud? What?

- Come on, Billy. Help me.
- Solicitor.

- Solicitor? God.
- Stevie Goode's her name.

I'd like you to have a drink, Alex,
you and Stevie.

Stevie Goode? She's one of
Marlowe's solicitors, isn't she?

- Client's here.
- Client?

- For your con.
- Con?

Shoplifters, M&S, hand on the shoulder.

ABH times twoon the owner
of the hand on the shoulder.

- You and Tom Mitford.
- Any papers?

Or would you like me to guess
the finer details?

- Hot off the fax.
- I love this job.

- Have you read it?
- No. You?

- Yes.
- Carve it.

- I never plea to anything.
- Your fraud's on the warned list.

Be a shame if you were stuck
on a piece of crap like this. Carve it.

Margo Scott?

- Squeezing the pips, Peter?
- Every last one, miss.

- Where's Billy gone?
- Library.

- Billy, big brief. Con tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

For a four-day case next week,
Liverpool.

- Liverpool?
- Yes or no, Billy?

No.

- Fine.
- Not Liverpool, Peter.

Not with the baby due.
It wouldn't be fair on Rose.

Fine. What's that?

Seamus Heaney.

Enjoy.

- Hello?
- Sorry.

- Sorry?
- I mean hello.

- Alex Hay. This is my room.
- Sorry.

Morag Black. I'm the new pupil.

- Good.
- I'm from Mull.

Excellent.

- I'II, um...
- Stay, take notes, listen, learn.

Jesus, did I say that? Listen, learn?

Bollocks. Come in.

- Drink.
- Yeah, see you there.

- Don't I get asked?
- Too pregnant, obviously.

- You've got too much work to do.
- News to me.

Liverpool, conference tomorrow
for a big case next week.

That's if you feel up to something
big and well paid, miss.

- How long?
- Finish Thursday.

Baby's due on Friday.

Is that a yes or a no?

- It's a yes. What's the case?
- Ask Johnny Boy. Liverpool.

Schizophrenic, very good mother 95% of
the time, not so clever when she's ill.

- They want to take her baby away.
- Family law? I don't do family law.

- You do now.
- Barristers with babies.

What?
- Do family law.

It's a clerk-room equation.

Something tells me great big complicated
frauds won't be coming your way much.

I never plead.
It's completely against my nature.

Unless there's really no choice.

There really is no choice.
Let me cut the crap, if I may.

You're a nice woman.
You don't look the sort.

Not looking the sort helps.

You're three months pregnant
and you've no form.

- Form?
- Previous convictions.

Unlike your co-defendant
who has got previous convictions.

In fact, she's really quite a pro
compared to you.

I'm going to give it to you in a nutshell.

This was a naive, poverty-driven,
hormone-induced,

co-defendant-led aberration
on your part.

What? You're making all of this up.
I mean, you don't know me at all.

OJ Simpson was black.
You are pregnant and you are poor.

It's a lawyer's job to be shameless.
If I weren't, I wouldn't be doing my job.

Here's the bottom line.

If you fight this, the mitigation when
you're convicted won't get listened to

because the judge will hate you
for running a complete loser.

But if you plead guilty,
there won't be a dry eye in the house

by the time I've finished.

You were caught stealing baby clothes.

If you're going to get caught shoplifting,
baby clothes are as good as it gets.

Who can blame you for attacking the man
who wants to stop you?

- I'll get you a third off.
- What? A third off what?

18 months after a fight becomes 12on a
plea, which is six months actual time.

- Prison?
- It's a uniform thing.

Judges really don't like it
when people in uniform get attacked.

- What about the baby?
- There's a mother and baby unit.

It's OK, apparently.

- She'll plead, I know she will.
- That's not what she's been saying.

Trust me, I know, and once Ella
pleads guilty to the assault,

the prosecution will lose interest in us.

If we offer the shoplifting, they'll
take it and that should keep you out.

I need you to sign my brief.

"I, Ella Gray, have decided
to plead guilty to both counts.

I do soof my own free will

and without having been coerced
in any way into doing so."

It's never easy.
You're doing the right thing.

They tried to get me
to go to Liverpool tomorrow.

Anyone would think
you weren't just about to have a baby.

Oh, no, Rose, for Christ's sake.
What are you trying to prove?

- I won't have them reinvent me.
- What?

The clerks.
It scares the hell out of me, Billy.

You know how they are. This is new.
We've just set ourselves up.

And it means they're going to be
redefining us.

And I'm not going to be a housewife
in anyone's book.

What is it, the case?

Care proceedings, two young children.

- What?
- You know what.

Disingenuousness doesn't suit you, Rose.

Don't tell me.
A really good murder, big rape.

- Theft.
- Of?

- Underpants.
- What?

From washing lines... apparently, sir.

What's funny? Mm?

What is funny? Mm?

They offered Liverpool to you
before me, didn't they?

Why'd you ask Billy first?

Why does daddy-to-be get first refusal
ahead of mummy-to-be?

- I wanted to know.
- What?

Who's got the right attitude
and who hasn't.

Now I know. Mummy's still up for it.

I'll see you in court tomorrow,
just before 1o?

Drink, two minutes.

That doesn't seem right to me,
a woman like her going to prison.

Paint it black, Morag.
First rule of client relations.

Always tell them
it's much worse than it really is.

If I can get Ella Gray probation,
and there is an outside chance,

she'll think I'm so wonderful, she'll
make me the godfather of her baby.

Pleading, then?

- Might be.
- You mean you could be fighting it?

Which might mean you'll miss out
on a big, fat fraud on Monday morning?

Might be, Alex?

This is Morag. She's from Mull.

- I've decided, I don't want your car.
- Bet is a bet. I don't want it back.

- It's you. That car's always been you.
- I know.

To be honest with you,
it's a bit of a boy's car.

Noise, engine in your lap,
the odd strange stain.

If I'd have won, I'd have kept you
to your side of things.

Right now I'd be playing
the opening match of the 2oo2 World Cup.

I'm a grown woman, Billy,
I can make my own choices

and I can fight my own battles.

- You heard.
- How's the hand?

Fine.

The thing is,
I'm very grateful and all that,

but, to be honest with you,
it doesn't help.

I've done kicking and punching
and screaming my head off.

- I just want to get on with it now.
- What d'you mean?

Don't go round hitting people
on my behalf.

I'm fine. I didn't get where I am today
cos of the colour of my skin.

No, you got where you are
cos of your talent, your hard work

and your gorgeous tits.

That's for our sakes.
He's murdering his liver to get us work.

- Very touching.
- Who's the solicitor?

- Solicitor?
- He's not a solicitor?

No, armed robber.

Here he is, the man
with the really nice steady girlfriend

who must at all costs be introduced
to the devastatingly gorgeous solicitor.

You're going to be such an old tart, Alex.
Here we go.

- Mr Hay, sir.
- Why not me, Peter?

Because this is business,
and he's a handsome bastard

and you look like a sad
Hawaiian flasher, since you asked.

Coming?

- I'm going for a piss.
- OK, Billy, good luck.

Nice to meet you.

- My uncle used to drink with Gary.
- Gary?

- Sprake.
- No-one like him.

Out on his own.

Back in a second.

- Evening.
- Hello, Peter.

Sorry. Football.

I'm used to it,

men being nostalgic for football matches
they're too young to remember.

- Yeah?
- And don't tell me.

Did your daddy take you to Elland Road
once upon a time?

And up on his shoulders did you see
Jinking Johnny Giles jinking his stuff?

So small, so gifted,
brings a tear to the eye.

What are you saying?

What I'm saying is if you put any team
you care to mention from 25 years ago

in with the lowliest bunch
of no-hopers from today,

shall we say, Hamilton Accies,

the Accies, pile of crap though they are,
would murder 'em, actually.

- That's what I'm saying.
- Actually.

Actually.

- Hello?
- Hello?

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Yeah, come round later. Bye.

- Plans for the evening?
- Yeah. You?

Police station.

I can't help it, Marlowe,
if one of my boys

objects to the racist views
of one of your boys.

What's Stevie Goode doing here
drinking with him?

Can't help it if one of your girls
takes a fancy toone of my boys.

I should never have let you go.

You didn't. I went.

How's Shona?

Just so you know, cosy chats aside,
I'm going to do you over

and I'd put a lot of money
on me winning.

Stevle.

- See you.
- Yeah.

Alex is free tomorrow, in case you want
someone to cover whatever it is

you're going to the police station for.

- How's gynae?
- Fine. How's crime?

It's great.

Have you ever noticed at dinner parties

how scared people are
of the gynaecological

and how at home they are with murder?

I get talked to and you don't.

- You OK?
- A patient.

Tell me.

2o years old, pregnant, alone
and on her way to prison.

Tomorrow morning.

"Please, Doctor, could you terminate

my otherwise completely wanted pregnancy
right now

because the idea of having a baby in
prison is just too awful to contemplate?"

- What did you say?
- What could I say?

"She's right, she's sane,
I suggest we find a space."

- Today?
- Had to be.

Poor woman.

- Cuddle?
- Cuddle.

Yes?

Change of plan. I've got you
your first case for Stevie Goode.

I can't. I can't let the client down.

What are you talklng about?
Thls Is a very blg new sollcltor.

Marlowe thinks it's his big new solicitor.
This matters, Alex.

She likes you, she's very classy
and it's a really heavy client.

Your shoplifting woman
can live without you.

I can't. I just can't, OK?
I've got my reasons.

So?

What?

Who's the client that can't do without
your fabulous gifts?

Some woman.

Is it going to be all right,
Billy Guthrie punching him?

I'll tell you
about the Billy thing, what matters.

He's said something with what he's done.
It's definition.

- Said what we're going to be.
- Right.

Look at it. So fucking green and...
What is it?

Pure England. So England.

It's Jerusalem.

- Jerusalem?
- Jerusalem.

But you said England.

Jerusalem, England.

You got a lot to learn, John,
but one thing I know you know. This is it.

This is us.

We've created, John. We've created.

- Thanks.
- Thanks?

For fixing my Liverpool conference
at twoo'clock.

Gives me time
to hoick my belly over there slowly.

Pleasure, miss.

I thought it was the solicitor
who wanted it at two.

A lot of the time, John, as a clerk,
your barristers'll be shouting

and bleating their heads off at you,

so when the good times come along,
take 'em.

Hard head, thick skin, but underneath...

Heart of gold.

Good for Alex.
He was completely right to say no.

- Sir, please.
- No.

You're there doing one case.
Why can't you do this one too?

It's not my fault if you're overbooked.
You dug the hole, boys. You get out of it.

I need to concentrate very hard
on my theft of underpants.

What are we going to do? It's ten to ten.
We've got no-one to do it.

Peter?

Shall I ring Stevie and give her some
shite about Alex being sick or what?

Hello.

- Who are you?
- The new pupil. Morag Black.

- You're going to court.
- Now?

It's what you're here for, isn't it?

Tell her, Johnny Boy.

Johnny Boy.

Frank Green. First appearance, GBH.

Don't do a thing, all right?
No bail application. Hello, goodbye.

And be nice to him.

Miss.

Take off the scarf.

We're not the pinstripe sort,
but we do better than Oxfam.

- There you are.
- What's this?

- Get yourself something proper to wear.
- I can't.

Pay me back if, when, whatever.

- I've come to see Mr Green.
- That right? Mr Green, is it?

- He's charged with GBH.
- No, he's not.

Cell number three,
and it's murder, not GBH.

The victim died this morning.

Are you going to let me in?

You haven't met yet, have you,
you and "Mr Green"?

I'd like to be able
to speak to him properly.

Do yourself a favour.

Put your lefty pallyness away
and save it for someone a bit nicer.

Frank Green? Mad bastard.

Through the window.

No closer.

Was that you being tremendously charming
to women again, Ronnie?

You know me, Billy.

- What are you here for?
- Y-fronts.

- Who are you?
- Morag Black.

- Where are you from?
- Mull.

Oh, right, no.

Uh... I'm your barrister.

- Is that right?
- Yes.

Well, you listen to me, Morag Black.

Take yourself home
and tell whoever it was that sent you

that I want a grown-up down here.

Now! Not some two-year-old
from the Isle of Skye!

Do you think you should, um...

I'm not from Skye.

And where I'm from,
shouting gets you nowhere.

Because of the wind. No-one'll hear you.

Noise just, uh... goes... on the wind.

My clerk told me not to make
a bail application. I think he's wrong.

I'm going to have a go at
getting you out of here.

- Who's your clerk?
- Peter McLeish.

- Why are you laughing?
- You.

Him. Big man.

Small girl.

OK, island girl, have a go
at getting me out of here.

- I'm a woman of good character.
- And you're pregnant.

Soof course I'm dumping on you.
I'm staying out. You're going down.

- Baby clothes.
- Exactly.

- And I'm not pregnant.
- So?

So I'm just along for the ride.
Emotional support.

Is that what you're going to say?

- Good.
- Good?

She looks like she works in M&S
rather than steals from them.

Maybe I'm staying out
and you're going down.

Ella Gray?

Judge is going to want to come in
in a minute, Mr Hay.

Oh, thank God.
Here she is.

- Where have you been?
- You all right?

I know. I know what you did, Ella.
Last night.

Don't say anything in there.

I don't want anyone
to hear about what I've done.

Family?

I'm, uh... I'm not pregnant any more.

Well done.

Well done?

Desperate, last-minute abortion makes your
mitigation fairly profound, doesn't it?

You will use it?

Last night Ella Gray took
the most difficult decision of her life.

She went to the infirmary and asked that
her pregnancy be terminated.

It is entirely typical of her that
she should have specifically asked me

not to mention this in court.

She took the decision
because she believed

she would be sent to prison this morning.

I would ask Your Honour to take the view
that this woman has been punished enough

for what she has done.

Is there a doctor's note?

No, the operation was last night.

And I am expected
to take everything you say as fact,

even though there is
no documentary evidence to support it?

Is Your Honour suggesting
that my client did not have an abortion?

I'm saying I want evidence, Mr Hay.

Would Your Honour give me five minutes?

You're not suggesting
you can have the evidence, if it exists,

here in five minutes, Mr Hay?

If I can persuade her to get out of bed,
Your Honour.

Beeston's the worst.
There's hardly a front garden without them.

Um, what exactly do you have
against underpants?

It's not underpants. It's Y-fronts.

I think they are repugnant
and oppressive

and a violence on the eye.

I consider it my duty to remove them
and cut them up.

- So you're going to plead guilty?
- No.

- Did you steal them?
- Yeah.

What do you think, Mr Burns, given the
circumstances, your defence might be?

It was very well put at Nuremberg.

There are certain laws which it is the
moral duty of every citizen to break.

I'm sure you would agree, Mr Guthrie,

that morality and law
are not the same thing.

Surely it's a question of taste.
Some people like Y-fronts.

That's their entitlement.

Keats is not better than Bob Dylan.

Fucking fuck off, can you,
you pair of pricks?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning. I represent Mr Green.

Good morning.
I appear for this defendant.

I wish to apply for bail.

All partles In Green to court one.
- Oh, my God.

All partles In Green to court one.

Bugger. Bloody, bloody bugger.

Oh, no.

I spoke with the patient, Miss Gray,
at some length,

and I'm one of the doctors
who authorised the termination.

Thank you very much,
and can I say, on behalf of the court,

how grateful we are that someone
as busy as yourself

was able to attend court
at such unforgivably short notice.

One more thing, Doctor.

When you spoke to Ella Gray last night,
how did she strike you?

As someone very desperate, very alone...
and very brave.

Ella Gray, this was
an inexcusable act of violence

on someone doing their job.

In sentencing you,
I take into account your good character,

your remorse and your plea of guilty.

I would be failing in my duty if I was
to do anything other than to sentence you

to a term of imprisonment.

You will go to prison for 12 months.

However, I am also persuaded
that the circumstances

that have been described to me this
morning are sufficiently exceptional

to allow me to suspend
that sentence of imprisonment.

Margo Scott,
you have pleaded guilty to theft.

You have a long record
for offences of dishonesty.

I have no alternative
but to send you to prison.

You will go to prison for 12 months.

Take her down.

Miss Gray, you can go.

Before Your Honour leaves the court,
there's something I'd like to say.

Yes, Mr Hay?

I think the judicial practice
of telling a defendant in the dock

they're going to prison,

making them think and believe
they're about to lose their freedom,

then after a pregnant, judicial pause

telling them that in fact
the sentence is suspended

is cruel and unfair, Your Honour.

To say on behalf of my client,
Frank Green.

Um... Look, the thing with all of this
is that bail is an entitlement.

You don't give it.
It has to be taken away.

If you're going to take it away,

there has to be a convincing reason
for doing that.

In my submission, no such reason exists
in the case of Frank Green.

This defendant should be released on bail,

in my opinion... right now.

Thank you.

Sorry. I did my best.

Come here.

Closer.

You go and tell Peter McLeish
that you are the dog's biscuit.

OK?

- You made a bail application?
- Yes.

- You were told not to.
- I just thought...

You get two shots at bail.
You've wasted one of 'em.

Now, listen to what you're told next time.

What are you doing sending a brand-new
pupil in to represent someone like that?

- No choice.
- Crap.

I wanted him to do it, remember?
He wouldn't.

More crap. You'd rather have
some complete novice do this case

than even think about losing it toother chambers.
That's the truth, isn't it?

You don't care about the clients

and you certainly don't care
about a pupil like Morag.

Money, money, money, every time.

I've got a lot of respect for that woman.

She's got massive bollocks.
I respect that.

- Back to underpants?
- Mm-hm.

Rose. Be careful.

- Careful?
- You know.

I know.

Goon.

Hi. Station, please.

Look, for what it's worth,
I thought you did really well.

Thanks.

- She's great, your wife.
- She's not my wife.

Oh. You're living together?

Yeah, living together.

- Have you ever been to Mull?
- Mm-hm.

There's a woman in Tobermory.
She's not...

- What, married?
- Mm.

Right.

Get back in there.

Goon. Don't let them get to you.

I just wondered if there's any work
for me to do.

Here you are.
I want you to go to Liverpool.

Rose Fitzgerald, look after her for me.
Take taxis a lot, carry her bags.

You understand? And learn from her.
A very classy barrister.

- Look, I'm really sorry, Miss Goode.
- Why wasn't it Alex?

I wanted Alex Hay.
I was told I could have Alex Hay.

It's my fault. I said no. I wouldn't
leave the case I was booked to do.

The client needed me. It's not his fault.

Clerks were entitled to think I'd be
able to get out of what I was doing.

I'm sorry.

All the items taken are valueless,

I think probably not much missed
by their losers.

My client wants me to tell you
very sincerely

that he is not sorry for what he has done.

He will continue to "clean up the city"
if you don't send him to prison,

and if you do, he wants you to know he
will carry on doing it when he gets out.

Why doesn't he steal them
from the shops instead of washing lines?

They're not in the shops.
The shops have stopped it.

- We're winning, you see, we're winning.
- Mr Burns, your campaign is at an end.

You will go to prison
for a total of nine months.

Take him down.

You look terrible.

Concentrating very hard
on not bursting my waters.

That's not something
you have any control over.

- It was a joke.
- Oh, right.

Johnny Boy, cab, now.

Billy! Get in! She's having the baby!

- Where to?
- Liverpool.

I once had a woman give birth in here.
I was just going round the ring road...

I'm going to make you an offer.

Do not speak once the entire journey,
I'll give you ?2oo, understand?

I want to go home.
Take me to the infirmary in Leeds.

- That's over an hour's drive.
- I want to go home.

OK, fine.

Did I tell you? My mother's a midwife.

The infirmary, Leeds, please.

When Rory was born, did you...

Remember this, all of it,
every last bit of it.

Turn around. Take us to the infirmary.

If you make it in less than 2o minutes,
your 2oo for shutting up turns into four.

You're having your baby in Leeds.

- Morag.
- Yes?

Will you stop stroking my back, please?

When I first saw him, Rory...

I looked at him
and I swore no-one would ever hurt him.

I'd kill anyone who...

Loved that boy much more than her.

It's blood, innit?
He's my blood. She's not.

She had her life, I had my life, we met.

But Rory...

Blood, right.

Blood's the thing.

- All right.
- Now, now.

Good girl, good girl.

New life.

Right, spot check.
Who is wearing Y-fronts?

I am.

Excuse me.

Right. Um... Cuddly.

- Huggable.
- Huggable, huggable, good.

- Principled.
- Come on, you can't put principled.

- Clever.
- Desperately clever.

What's going on?

We've decided that Tom
needs a woman badly,

so we're taking out an ad on his behalf
in the personal column

of every newspaper and magazine
in the north of England.

Barrister with GSOH
seeks hip chick to match.

- GSOH?
- Grey squirrel on a head.

What's going on?

Curious?

- What is this?
- Persistent.

- Come here.
- What? What? What?

- Give it...
- Get off.

Give me it.

Very violent.

Billy.

Billy Guthrie?

I'm arresting you
for an assault on Leo Wilson.

You bastards. You bastards.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned

something which you
later rely on in court.

I'm going to look after
you, Billy, all of you.

Cos I love you. Don't ever forget it.

No-one fucks over one of my boys.

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