All language subtitles for North Square s01e06.eng

They can't stop, this lot.
Crap, crap, crap. Look at them.

Bob! Pipette.

Pipette.

Perspective. He's got to understand
life is not all clever chat

from men in Armani's
what smell like women.

Life is also sucking up fish shit.

- Ron's the worst.
- Ron?

- Big Ron.
- Don't tell me, Ron as in Kray?

Ron as in Atkinson - fat and shiny.

Him and Michael, they're the worst.

- Michael?
- Fish.

Scatology.
When will boys ever get tired of it?

When bears stop going into the woods.

- Way above us, Bob.
- Scat what?

When you hear a word ending in "ology",
close down, be deaf. You won't get it.

I'm the only ology you need to worry about
in your life.

Suck shit. Good boy.

My name's Laura, I'm a mule from Bogota.

I swallow nine condoms full of coke
and guess what?

- What?
- It takes 16 hours.

16 long hours on a toilet at Leeds Bradford airport
waiting for the glow-in-the-darks to drop.

- That's...
- Colossal bowel control.

Four briefs, four Greens.
Ps and Ds. First up ten o'clock.

Stop looking at my breasts!

Who are they for?

Billy, Rose, Wendy.

- Mr Hay.
- Which for which?

Doesn't matter. Mix and match.

- 12-hour flight plus one hour Heathrow to here.
- Plus 16on the loo.

- 29 hours without a crap.
- She's a coked-up with no crapping...

Record breaker!

- Thomas, what are you doing?
- Gravitas.

- Right.
- The older the wig, the more you have.

My wig's too white, it lessens me.

Therefore I'm making it
very yellow and very old.

- Tom?
- Yes, Billy?

- Your underpants are showing.
- They are very yellow and very old.

Why is Laura the mule picked up in Leeds?

Hello, darling.
They put a tail on her at Heathrow.

- Me.
- Excellent.

Great.

It all seems a bit cut-throat to me.

Is the mule a mule
or is she something much more?

Is the Co-d at the airport a low-level
runner or is he something much bigger?

Who doesn't wear the trousers?

Have fun.

I'm going toopen up a book. Bets on which
of the twoof you gets the lighter sentence.

Right, ?500 quid on Billy from Johnny Boy.
2 to 1.

?1.500n Rose from Wendy at evens.

- Can I ask you something?
- I love it when people say that.

- What do you think about my chances?
- You're the lawyer.

You've got Wendy representing you.
Wilson's a wanker. You'll win.

I hit him, though. The whole room saw it.

- He asked for it.
- Justification isn't a defence.

- I'll get you the right judge.
- Who would be the judge in an ideal world?

- I think you know the answer to that one.
- Judge Martin.

Drink.

No defence is OK. We've just gotta
hold our nerve and take it to the wire.

Because the nearer we get to trial

the more Wilson has to think about
being exposed as a racist - he'll crack.

You think so?

He can destroy your career,
but if he does he'll cripple his own.

We're relying on his cowardice, Billy.
Believe me.

- The drugs case.
- Yes?

- Billy and Rose.
- Yes?

- And not me.
- And not you.

Because?

Because I'm the busiest solicitor in Leeds and
unless you can be eight courts at the same time

I need more than one brief in my life.

And Laura Gomez is a woman.

Are you suggesting I'm not the ideal
brief for women clients, dearest Stevie?

You're not the ideal brief for
women clients, dearest Alex.

I find that deeply offensive.

How much of your life do you spend
with your tongue in your cheek?

About as much time as I spend
with your tongue in my cheek.

You're a boy's brief
at the end of the day.

Yeah, right. Fancy a shag?

OK, boys and girls.

Four briefs, four big crims.

Eyes closed, eyes closed.

Wait for it. Get me a drink, Billy. Go!

- Jimmy.
- Jay.

Alan.

If mine's called Donny
we're representing the Osmonds.

- Marie.
- Yes!

Joke. Frank. Big Frank Green.

They're all Greens, they're all big.
Enjoy.

- Tom.
- Alex.

If you like, I was thinking,
maybe, if you want...

Not me then, Peter? I'm the odd one out.

- I'm going for a crap.
- Thanks very much for telling us that.

Not him, then, Peter.

It's only a pleas and directions hearing.
Doesn't matter who covers it.

But whoever does the P and Ds
has a big foot in the door of the trial.

And if Billy was the paranoid type

he might think you're keeping him away
from R versus the Green brothers

in case R versus Billy goes the wrong way
and ends his career.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Goon, Peter. A nervous smile.

A lick of the lips.

Glance away. Look down.

You know you want to.

Ooh.

You'd be so good in the witness box.

- Why?
- You lie without symptoms.

You're unique.

- Rose?
- Yes?

I really appreciate your refreshingly
honest approach in your dealings with me.

Triple espresso. Four sugars.

- Vital, is it?
- Vital?

Three big shots and hit
the ground humming.

Caffeine and good cross-examination.

Like foreplay and sex.

What else is vital, Billy...

...to good barristering?

A senior clerk who treats you
as number one, that's what.

You come and work for me, and my boy
Wilson won't be pressing charges.

I'll give you such good work

you can start the day with half a cup
of tea and a grapefruit segment.

And still be humming at close of play.

Harold Flight, do you plead
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Stuart Flight, do you plead
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

- Tonight - I don't know what to do.
- What?

- Shall I invite Helen?
- Do you want to?

- Well, she's, you know...
- Family.

- Family.
- But...

The great and gorgeous brief provider
might not like it.

Personal versus professional.
I could handle this if Billy wasn't so wired.

Wired? Who?

Was there something, Mr Hay?

I was telling my learned friend how much of a
pleasure it is to appear in front of Your Honour.

I'm sure that goes for all of us
from my chambers.

Thank you, Mr Hay.

Your oiliness is so unexpected.

So... "not guiltys" all round. Should be
quite a party with so much talent about.

Talking of oiliness,
here comes the whole of OPEC again.

May it please Your Honour,
there is one issue I wanted to raise.

- It is rather delicate.
- I'm good at delicate.

Spit it out, Mr Wilson.

It concerns counsel for Jay Green.

Wendy de Souza, she shouldn't be here.

Because?

It's come to my notice
this fight with which we're concerned,

may have been witnessed, at least in part,
by Miss de Souza.

I think as fellow members
of the bar, Mr Wilson,

we can assume
she would have told us if she had.

Don't you?

I don't ask rhetorical
questions, Mr Wilson.

I'm sure Your Honour is right.

Right, ?5o each. Whoever gets the most lyrics
from Sound Of Music into the trial wins.

- So, how's life at the old place?
- Much happier without you lot.

- And a lot less interesting.
- You er... could have come with us, you know.

Half my life is prosecuting.
I don't think I would have fitted in culturally.

Maybe not.

- I was very good in there.
- You were very good in there.

- Did I say anything?
- Nothing at all.

It's all about gravitas.
I didn't speak but I was a massive presence.

- What about tonight, Thomas?
- Tonight?

- You've no problem about Helen coming along?
- No, absolutely.

Not a problem.

- We could erm...
- Yes, we could.

- That would be...
- That would be.

- Bye, then.
- So long. Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, goodbye.

Bye.

Bye!

- I'm not looking forward to tonight.
- Why not?

They're your family. Barristers at play.

- So you're not going to come?
- I'll come.

- Just don't try and suck me in.
- Say that again.

- What? "Suck me in"?
- Fantastic, fantastic.

- I've got a con. Bye.
- Bye.

- Alex!
- Coming.

- Your English is...
- Good.

- Yes.
- You look a bit disappointed.

Well...

It would make your job easier if
I were poor, naive, oppressed.

You don't look like the average courier.

You're not poor, you're
not naive, so... why?

They asked me to do it. I took the risk.

You risked your life.
Condoms bust, stomach's full with white powder,

- people die.
- Don't patronise me, please.

I was aware of the risk, I did it.
That's all.

I don't want you to...

What?

- Don't want me to what?
- Say nothing in court.

Just let them sentence me.

- You mind about this one.
- The whole thing stinks.

Locking away a woman like that for years
while fat cats stay clear of it.

- Is the co-defendant a fat cat?
- He's a lot fatter than some would like to say.

- Some meaning Rose?
- Some meaning Rose.

It would be a touch inconvenient, Billy,

if you were to manufacture a conflict
between your client and Rose's.

I wouldn't manufacture anything.

Because you have one client each,
so conflicts are not a problem.

Even barristers who live together are
presumed to have separate professional heads.

I represent both
and I get paid for representing both.

And you've only got professional head.

You see my problem.

And I'm sure you won't want to make it
any more of a problem.

David Friday.

- What about him?
- He and I are old friends.

Three trials, big drugs.
Three not guiltys.

- Innocent every time.
- Of course.

- Fridge. Help yourself.
- Thanks, Mum.

- Is Helen coming?
- Yeah.

- Good.
- Opener?

Top of the fridge.

Fridge. Help yourself.

Thanks, Mum.

Hello?

Hi, Rose.

No, I'm still with my client. Yeah.

OK. Bye.

Oh.

What? Drink?

- Er... no, I've got to...
- Get home?

Nah. Drink. On me, I insist.

People call me stuff.

Mover, fixer.

I've stopped listening. I tell you why.

- I'm everyone.
- What?

We're all the same.
We're all out there being boys.

- Boys?
- Apart from housewives, we're all boys.

And all boys have a front
and an underneath.

And the front is a smile
and the underneath is the truth.

- What you really are.
- Right.

Look at the top.
Look at TB and the gleaming Cherie.

Never seen teeth like it.
It's like a whole TV channel of their teeth.

Such a nice man out front with his teeth and his
smiles and his... headers with Kevin Keegan.

But he closes the door
just like everyone else.

He has long half-times with the cups of tea flying
and no fucking smiling and the telly turned off.

TB, you, me, we're all the same, Billy.
We're all boys.

And we've all got front
and we've all got underneath.

Truth.

Apart from housewives.

Tell you what, though. Kids.

It's the only chance
you get to be a bit...

To not...

- To not...?
- Yeah.

- To not...?
- Be a boy.

- To be a girl, in fact.
- I go with that. I ain't afraid of that.

My boy, Rory, call me a
dick if you want, but...

...I am.

A girl?

Yeah.

You're a dick and a girl.

- I've always wanted to say that.
- Have you?

Have you, Billy?

Come on, we've gotta go
- Rose and Billy's.

I like your... hair.

Oh, thank you. I like your hair too.

Look, why don't you... and then I'II...?

- No. No.
- What?

- What?
- Nothing.

- What, Tom?
- You goon. I'll see you there.

OK.

Sorry, sorry, I'm being a bit...

- A bit, but it's OK. It's fine.
- See you there. I'll be less... bleurgh.

...when I'm there.

You don't want to arrive with me?

It's just...

I don't suppose everyone's favourite
solicitor will be quite so coy.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

Hair. Jesus.

- Good con?
- Yeah, ran on a bit.

She's innocent and vulnerable
it was difficult to get away.

- If you like.
- Innocent, vulnerable and exploited,

but with perfect English
and a university education.

- I think my ?1.50's looking a very good bet.
- Thank you, Wendy.

Yes, actually, exploited.

But she won't tell me how
she's been exploited.

Which is frustrating for you.

- Cos you're pretty keen to find the big victim.
- What?

Maybe she's not exploited. Maybe you're looking
for it because you want to feel upset.

Martha's here. She's with him.

- Too much.
- Meaning?

You should be with him more.

Spending less time
with the likes of Miss Gomez?

What's your bloke saying?
What's your story?

Not now, Billy.

Why not? We're not looking after Daniel,
we may as well work.

We're moving the drugs from you to the next man.
We're nowhere, bottom rung of the ladder.

No, that's me, Rose. That's my rung.

We probably shouldn't talk about this now.

We'd do it in court, but we live together,
so we may as well do it over gin and tonic.

What? What?

- Let's do it, Rose. Let's do the whole number.
- What number?

Let's shut the hell up,
we're cutting each other's throats,

and get in there and shout that 14 years
is a ridiculously tariff for Laura Gomez

and deterrent is a bollocks argument,

because on the whole,
your average coffee morning in Bogota

isn't paying much attention to His Honour Judge
Pomp and Circumstance in Leeds Crown Court.

What are you on about, Billy?
Are you mad?

Do you seriously think a judge is gonna sit there
and listen to that pile of student politics,

and say, "You persuaded me to ignore
precedent completely.

I'm happy to ditch the sentencing policy,
put out of my mind the will of Parliament,

and I'm going to give a drugs mule
a spot of community service."

Sandwich?

How long's it going to be?

Five minutes? Ten?

- That's a true story.
- To Daniel.

- Ah.
To Daniel.

I'd legalise the lot. Class A, everything.

So would I if I didn't think
it would put us out of work.

- 50% of crime - drugs related.
- Easily.

- Nearly every non-domestic murder in Leeds.
- Remember South Africa?

I remember not so long ago throwing eggs
at the South African ambassador

and swearing never to buy South African goods
as long as apartheid existed. Remember?

I'm not paying money to support racists.

Chilean wine. No, thanks, Mr Pinochet.

But we're all delighted to shove as much
coke up our noses as we possibly can.

Supplied by vicious fuckers from Colombia,

who ram coke-filled condoms down
the throats of hopeless women,

so that they can maybe die,
maybe spend 14 years in an English prison,

or at best make it through
for the payment of about 100 US dollars,

which is probably less than each of us
can spend in one night snorting.

What's the difference? Who can tell me?

Pinochet, de Klerk, vicious drug barons.

When I was 15, Billy,
I had a friend, George Worth.

He died. Bad heroin.

I was there.

I saw him die.

Wouldn't have happened if it had been legal
because heroin wouldn't have been de rigueur

and even if he had taken it,
it wouldn't have been crap and lethal.

15 years old.

Ooh.

You've told that story before.

What?

And once again - look -
not a dry eye in the house.

Everyone, oh, so moved.
You are moving, Alex, to yourself.

- Helen!
- No, it's a lie.

Well, not the story, its use.

You tell it so you can become
someone we ought to love.

Well, I'm not sure you deserve that.

- A little bitter, Helen.
- I think that if you...

- Yes, Tom.
- What?

- What does that mean?
- What does what mean?

A touch on the arm.

"Hush, dear."

- Alex.
- Rose.

- That's right, Alex.
- You and Tom?

Hm. Me and Tom.

A touch on the arm.

A little possessory gesture
from rebound man to bitter woman.

- Alex.
- Yes, Tom?

- You all right?
- I'm sorry.

- Sorry.
- Sorry?

It demeans you.
We're meant to be angry with him.

- It was...
- A terrible evening.

Really terrible.

What's happening?

- I'm not very sure.
- No.

Did you... At dinner did you say
Tom and me because Alex was there?

Or because... it might be true?

Because it might be true.

- I had a silk lined up for him.
- A silk doing a cottaging case?

- He's a friend.
- The silk?

The cottager.

Friend or friend friend?

Friend.

Ex-friend friend.

And the silk pulled out.
The trial starts this morning.

- Who do you want?
- Anyone who...

- Who do you want?
- Tom Mitford?

Mr Mitford, change of plan.
You're going cottaging.

- Breakfast meetings with the list officer.
- He's having his back scratched.

- You're up bright and early, miss.
- I wanted a word.

About Billy.

Duress.

Where one party threatens a second party

and that second party
believes the threat to be real

and that they or a member of their family
would be killed or injured if they...

- Stop it.
- It's what the big boys do back home.

- Stop shouting at me.
- I think that's you, Laura.

Duress. It's the only
thing that makes sense.

I also think you're not telling me
about it because you're scared.

If the co-defendant
sits next to you in the dock

and hears me saying
you're being squeezed hard

- he'll send word back to the squeezers.
- Who's he?

- Hussein Ali. Pupil. Big legal brain.
- Where's Stevie?

- Isn't the solicitor supposed to be here?
- Just tell me, Laura!

I won't use it if you don't want me to,
if you're scared.

But tell me and I can help you
evaluate things, that's all.

Maybe there's something we can do
you don't know about.

How old is she? Two? Three?

Could we have a word?

I don't want you talking to her without me.
She doesn't need more talking to.

She's intelligent.
She's making her own choices.

- Is she?
- Yes.

The co-defendant. David Friday.

I should think amongst the Colombian women
in here one or two know him.

- Find them, talk to them, get statements.
- But that's not what Stevie...

- No, it's not!
- Sure.

Well, he's just lost it.

He's more uptight than he knows
about his own trial and...

I'm only telling you this
because I think if he does this Gomez case

he'll have a big pointless fight with the judge,
he'll get his client more time inside than...

...if someone more balanced were doing it.

- All right?
- Go away.

- What?
- It's not morning yet. Piss off.

Or is it that you prefer someone softer?

Someone less fierce than the child of
your father trying to cut your throat?

- Morning.
- Night, sir.

- Top night, Rose, last night.
- Just the man.

What? What?

I wanna place a bet. Three grand says
Rose gets the lighter sentence.

Fine. Good. I've got the same on Billy.

But don't tell Billy you're
betting against him.

- You are him.
- Sorry?

You are Billy. Laura Gomez, condom lady.
She's all yours.

My money says Rose creams you on sentence.

Rose?

Why am I saying yes to the Rose request?

Because I love and respect
her greatly? Maybe.

Cos I care about Billy? Maybe.

Cos I give a fuck about the condom Doris
from Bogota?

No.

Because, bottom line,
Stevie Goode must not get the hump.

Because solicitors with the hump
sit down on the cash flow

and the cash flow is the raison
fucking d'?tre of clerking.

End of lesson. Cup of tea, please.
Morning, Bob.

- The drugs case is up tomorrow.
- Leave it with me.

Don't make it look... when you tell Billy.

The man at the next urinal
looked down at me and...

carried on looking down at me.

And was he wearing
a stuck-on handle bar moustache?

And was the stuck-on handle bar
from a dressing-up box at the local nick,

which was put together by a plod who read
Armistead Maupin once upon a time?

You've done this before.

Mr Handle Bar has disappeared off the face of
the earth with his Village People costume,

leaving you with the hand of the law
feeling your collar.

Rather than other parts of me.

- Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

He needs it over with.

He meaning Billy Guthrie.

It meaning his trial for
punching Leo Wilson, QC.

Because it's playing on his nerves
and dominating his perfect life.

That kind of thing.

Just like all my defendants.

But all your defendants
don't have me on their side.

Leo Wilson. He's prosecuting your friend,

which is something I wouldn't want
for any friend of mine.

Now if Billy's trial is listed
for tomorrow all of a sudden,

then the biggest bastard prosecutor
in town is no longer available

to prosecute chummy over there.

Because he's the main prosecution witness
in Billy's trial.

- Pass me the loofah.
- Loofah?

Back scratcher, Peter.

The hole that we've drilled
in the wall of the caretaker's unit

gives a good view of
the whole toilet area.

- And where was the defendant?
- At the urinal closest to us.

- What was he doing?
- He was looking at the man at the next urinal,

and masturbating at the same.

- Are you sure?
- Sure.

"My observations provided a good, clear and
unobstructed view of the subject and his penis."

- Those are my notes.
- I am sorry.

I'm reading from your
colleague's notebook.

Oh, look. You're right.

They're exactly the same.
Now there's a thing.

The penis. Tell us about it.

- It appeared to be erect, sir.
- Appeared to be?

- That's how it seemed.
- Seemed?

Was.

Appeared, seemed, was. Which?

Was.

And yet you put appeared in your notebook.

I always put appeared.

It's something I always put.

Are you a philosopher, Officer?

- Do I appear to be questioning you?
- Yes. No.

- You are.
- And if you were writing up your notes

of what is happening here in court, you wouldn't
put "he appeared to be questioning me."

- Is that a question?
- Do you know, Officer, I'm not sure that it is.

Is it a question
or is it more of an incredulous remark?

Mr Mitford, cross-examination now,
speeches later.

- When's Laura Gomez in?
- Tomorrow.

Will you get the notes
of additional evidence for me?

- You're not doing it.
- What?

Oh, no. No, no, you're not doing this.

That is my trial and that woman
needs it to be me who does it.

We've got a relationship.
You can't fuck around with people like her.

- She's fucked around already. It's not on!
- You are otherwise engaged.

- What?
- Tomorrow, sir, your trial,

Queen versus Billy Guthrie.

Oh, right. Shit. Right.

Sorry.

My observations provided me with
a good, clear and unobstructed view

of the subject and his penis.

Were you and PC Werner looking through
the peep hole at the same time?

No, sir. That would not be
a feasible proposition.

Were you swapping over every few seconds?
"My go, your go. My go, your go."

I don't believe we would
have done that, sir.

Am I correct in thinking toilet duty
is always volunteered for?

That's correct.

Length of penis.

Angle of penis.

Let's make it easier.
Five inches? Six inches?

Seven or eight?

You can phone a friend.

What?

Or ask the audience.

I'd say about average.

Final answer?

We take it right to the wire, Billy.
This isn't the wire.

Tomorrow, 10:29, door of the court,
that's the wire.

- Who's prosecuting?
- Steven Dare.

Well, let's phone him.
Let's find out what he's thinking.

No. Wilson has got to be left to stew.
We stay silent, we offer nothing.

- Trust me, Billy.
- But he's vindictive.

He's the type to go through with it
and he's not stupid.

He knows we don't have a real defence.

Why don't you go home, Billy?
Be with Daniel.

It'll help.

Hello?

Hello?

What do you want to say to me, Billy?

My offer stands, Bllly.
Rlght up to the blg deadllne.

Come and work for me, Wilson drops it.

I've a lot of patience, Billy,
but justice don't wait.

Tick-fucking-tock, eh, Bill?

Countlng down the hours.

- Who was that?
- Just the list office.

Giving me the time for tomorrow.

Right. This is more difficult
than we thought it would be.

- What, the trial?
- The whole thing.

Working together,
being awake half the night together.

- It's fine.
- No, Billy.

It's all right. You can admit it.

It doesn't diminish us
to admit that it's hard.

Anyway, there's the trial
problem solved, eh?

I've become a housewife overnight.

Billy.

The world doesn't like lawyers.
I'm not going to look like one.

No, judges like men in suits.

Do you think?

Men in suits don't hit other men in suits
unless there's a very good reason.

Do you think?

Come here.

Be yourself.

Go in in your pairs. Look at the urinals, and
remember the evidence you heard in court.

Go into the caretaker's unit,
look through the peephole.

And remember, above all, not to discuss
this case while we're here with each other,

or anyone else.

First time?

- Yes, actually.
- I could do with a pee, actually.

- I'll erm...
- No, no. It's fine. Pop in there.

Pssss-shooo!

Length? No?

Clear and unobstructed view of the penis?

End of story, I should say.

Let me guess.

Representative of Mr Drugs Baron
comes to see you and says,

"You don't look the type. How about it?"

He's keen on his mules not looking the type
on account of them clearing immigration.

You're strong. You're answer is no.

Back comes the drugs rep the next day
and says, "How about it?"

Only this time there's something else.

"If you say no, I'll kill your child."

- The other one told you.
- Other one?

Barrister.

Billy, yes.

I'm pleading guilty,
I don't want you to say anything.

Please.

Because if I do,
Mr Drugs will have your daughter killed.

Please.

I'll see you upstairs.

I'm sure you're going to
play this nice and quiet.

Nice and quiet? You know me.

- I'm glad it's Martin, the judge.
- It's not.

What? Why?

- I asked them to give us a different judge.
- What? When?

- This morning.
- Why?

Nobody know this, Billy. He and I we're...

- What, you and he...?
- Yes.

- So, I thought...
- Right. Proper conduct.

- Yeah.
- Bloody hell, Wendy.

- David Friday.
- I'm here to support Billy, sir.

Rose's taste client. Well connected.

Somewhere decent in the drugs hierarchy.

Friends with lots of Stevie's other tasty
clients or am I getting ahead of myself?

- How would I know?
- You made her into my girlfriend.

Which wasn't too much
of an effort for you.

Two-line whip, you and Stevie.

It says, "Don't rock the boat on behalf of
poor Laura Gomez if it will upset Friday

because Friday is a man of significance.

Someone who knows men
of serious significance. " Right or wrong?

I'm going to wish your
best friend good luck.

I can't not fight my corner,
it's what I do. I fight.

And I've got three grand on it.

She's being done over
in the worst possible way.

- What I am supposed to do?
- It's her child they're threatening.

She's not my client, she's yours.

I've got my own client and I'll do the best
by him as you'll do the best by Miss Gomez.

- It's not just.
- It's the system.

- How's Billy?
- Terrible. He looks just terrible.

What are you smirking at?

Our prosecutor.

- Time?
- 10:22.

- And happiness is overrated, anyway.
- What?

Our chambers without you in it.

- Happier, but less interesting.
- Yes.

- We should...
- Yes, we should.

I've just got to... Could you er...

Ahh!

Sssh!

10:27. We're all going to the wire.
It's all down to who can hold their nerve.

- Where are you going?
- There's something I do before a big case.

- What?
- Apply big, loud, very red lipstick.

Good luck, mate. You'll be fine.

I hear you bet on me against Rose.

And now you are me. My best friend pretending
to be me versus the love of my life.

Who do you fancy?

Alex.

- These might help.
- What are they?

Witness statements of some of the women
who know Rose's client.

Use them if you're big
enough to upset Stevie.

- I fancy you.
- I fancy you too.

- Hello, Billy.
- I can't. It's too much what you're asking.

Have you come in here
to have a piss or not?

I can't come to work for you.

Someone told me something recently.

And it sounds right from
where I'm standing.

But I'd love to know for sure.

What?

Wendy de Souza and Judge Martin - an item.

Let's make it easy for you, Billy.

If my someone is right
about the something...

and you turn around now and wash
your hands, no words, that'll do me.

- How do I look?
- Great. You look really great.

- You haven't dried your hands.
- Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

My client has no previous. There's nothing
in his phone book, address book or...

- Tonight. Mine.
- Great.

...to suggest he's anything
other than a runner.

Perhaps it's worth noting that the co-defendant
Miss Gomez is bilingual and educated,

hardly a typical drugs mule.

Everything points to my client
being low on the hierarchy.

And I'd ask Your Honour to reflect this
in your sentencing.

Those are my submissions.

Mr Hay?

My learned friend is very noisy
on which of us is the smaller player.

Rather than adding to the noise myself

I'm happy to rely on Your Honour's
sound judgment and on the Crown

in deciding this issue.

Miss Image.

The Crown is of the view
that is possible to differentiate

as between these two defendants
and their roles.

The Crown's view, which we have reached
by a route I don't feel able,

for reasons of tact and decorum,
tooutline in open court,

is that Miss Gomez is only a mule.

Nothing more.

Miss Fitzgerald's client is some way
above her in the pecking order.

Six years, out in four.
Brilliant result. Brilliant.

Maybe you're not such a boy's
brief after all. Lucky, though.

All partles In the case of Guthrle
to Court One, please.

All partles In Guthrle to Court One.

Your Honour,
something has... happened in this case.

Something which changes
its complexion completely.

The main prosecution
witness Leo Wilson QC,

has come to the view he no longer wishes to
give evidence incriminating the defendant.

In those circumstances we do not feel we
should attempt to proceed against Mr Guthrie.

The Crown will offer no evidence.

I direct that a verdict of "not
guilty" be entered, Mr Guthrie.

You're free to go.

Don't ever do that again.

We held our nerve.
We held our bloody nerve.

Yeah.

Should have had him in the court with you.
Yeah, why not?

- No! Alex.
- See his daddy nearly go down.

Er... there's a problem tonight.

Is it a problem that might go away
sometime in the future?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Ron's dead. He's had his last crap.

Fish him out, Bob. And, Bob, do it right.

I mean, not the toilet,
don't flush him away.

I don't want to meet dead Ron
in the sea in Marbella in August.

- Where shall I put him?
- Bury him, Bob.

Bury Big Ron.

- Hello, bastard.
- Hello, lovely.

How did you get Miss Shiny
to back your woman against my bloke?

- Shagged her in the toilets.
- Very funny. Very funny.

- Oh, my God, you really are...
- I really am.

What are you thinking?

Wilson dropped it a bit easy.

What do you mean?

He's a wanker, Marlowe,
but he taught me everything I know.

- What would you have done if you were him?
- I'd have made us pay.

For Wilson dropping it against Billy.

And we haven't paid.

Night, sir. Sleep well.

Oh, look!

Rose...

Big Ron. He's my raison d'?tre.

- Dead and buried.
- Yeah.

Breaks your heart - a thing like that.

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