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

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

cancer.

Jamie Slotover.

Thought you might need a bit of help.

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

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

This is the end
of your career, Reader.

Drugs?

Jody Farr's been arrested
and charged.

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

Where would Jody Farr
be in the hierarchy?

He would be the number two.

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

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

I will not represent Jody Farr.

I'll give you the slam dunk...

He walks.

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

- What is it?
- Tomorrow it's Jody Farr.

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DETECTOR BEEPS

- So...
- Cigarette?

You're not allowed to smoke in here.

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

Police officers are bent,
evidence isn't strong enough,

people get off -
but everybody's guilty.

Your life is made
up of dishonest negotiations.

You and your clients trying
to work out how to skirt round the guilt question

so you don't get embarrassed.

We're not going to do that.

It's humiliating.

- Be careful what you say. - Better than
that, I'll be straight with you.

I'm innocent. On my word.

You haven't been straight
with me so far.

What you mean?

Him on the wrong side of the table,

the performance with the cigarette,
your pet prison officer.

- Recalibration. - Sorry?
- Of the way you think.

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

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

Respect?

Yeah.

I'll do my job as a lawyer

but you can't have anything else.

What does Martha Costello,
the lawyer, think?

- We've got some strong points
to make. - Put your mortgage on it -

one way or the other?

- I think we've got a run.
- Put your life on it.

I'm not ready to say.

On the night you weren't
at Birchanger services

overseeing the transfer
of 4 million pounds worth of heroin,

where were you?

I'm not ready to say.

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

Not me.

The ID evidence must
be mistaken or invented.

Must be.

- The cigarette from the scene?
- No.

- Your DNA on the cigarette
from the scene. - No.

What's your relationship with
the co-defendant?

He's a courier.

- So you don't know him?
- Martin Conti has worked for me,

he works for other people too.

He has a wife
and two small children.

The drugs are not mine.

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

I gave you my word I'd be straight
with you. Please, don't doubt me.

- Why would they go to all that
trouble? SHOUTS: -Do you know who I am?

Can I have a cigarette?

Were you straight with Brendan Kay?

He let me down.

And you had him killed.

You and me, Martha Costello...

... all the way.

Say what you like to me...

anything at all...

..but don't you DARE touch me again.

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

and he wants me to believe him.

It's just another trial, Miss.

Wave to the opposition.

We need to get silk on the back of
this - Lady Macbeth joins Chambers.

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

You blow them out
of the water, Miss.

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

Then I can get back
to... to loving him.

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

Where does that leave me?

What made you change your mind
about representing him?

I can't tell you.

Yours and Micky's secret?

She might not be comfortable now
but when the trial starts

- she'll fight like she always fights.
- Which is?

Mother leopard with a broken leg
protecting her newborn cub.

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

- Could you put some songs on it
for me? - What sort of thing?

Your Desert Island discs, maybe.

OK.

- Why would I give you Daniel?
- You've been against him from the start.

- Oh, and you want for professional
reasons? - You're jealous.

So you do like him.

My God...

Clive Reader, jealous.

Are you all right?

Three months suspension for assault
on another member of the bar.

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

- What's Milson like?
- Camp, posh,

- whiff of the church.
- So you need...?

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

- Do you want ask me nicely?
- Would you?

Please, Martha?

You mean block a big chunk of time
out of my busy diary just for you?

The answer's yes.

HE EXHALES

Can I have Daniel, please?

Who is this?

Daniel Lomas...

our pupil.

- How old is he?
- 29.

What did you do before?

I was a police officer.

I spend my life making snap
judgements about people...

I trust him.

- You'd have said no, wouldn't you?
- Once a copper, always a copper.

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

- No, I don't know any of them.
- So the fit up, it's not personal?

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

PHONE RINGS
Excuse me.

He doesn't remember me.

Micky?

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

Like a missile with hot
mustard up his arse.

- Take your jacket and tie off.
- What?

You're a courier who thought
he was driving a consignment of cigarettes, remember?

You're looking too expensive -

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

Good.

Now the jury will have
no interest at all

in the boring man
in the white shirt,

so much less important than
Giorgio Armani here.

- His previous conviction is for intent
to supply. - But It wasn't an importation.

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

Many of the same features
as this case.

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

it doesn't just influence
HOW they think

but they stop thinking altogether.

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

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

In reaching my decision,

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

SHE WHISPERS

Er...

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

- I was just telling my pupil about
the judicial sandwich. - I'm sorry?

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

thank the loser for her eloquence.

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

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

Don't worry, Ms Costello,

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

Bastard!

- You're angry. - Of course I am,
weren't you listening in there?

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

I lost a legal argument
I should have won.

- You just can't help yourself,
can you? - What?

You're pathologically incapable of
not doing your best for your client.

Plea in mitigation for Adolf Hitler,
Martha Costello would give it 100%.

Cut me open and I'm all lawyer,
is that what you are trying to say?

Anyway, whatever it is,

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

DOOR BUZZES

- Hello? - Martha Costello,
Counsel for Jody Farr.

One moment, please.

With her fool.

We have a rule on my paper.

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

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

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

I can broker you access to Jody,
which will give you a scoop.

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

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

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

What do you want from me?

Oxford.

When you gave Clive Reader
the photographs.

He remembers it as being after
the trial was over.

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

If what you give me is good enough,

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

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

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

I'll honour my commitment
to perjure myself.

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

- And what's that? - If John McEnroe
and Joan Crawford had a love child.

Sometimes I forget you're there.

Then I'm doing my job properly.

But you see everything, don't you?

Everything, Ms Warwick.

- It makes it difficult now.
- It makes it interesting.

Why would I be anywhere near a motorway
service station at two in the morning?

Do I look like a foot soldier?

Interesting how?

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

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

Those your instructions?

You want me to run that?

All the way.

Three foreign holidays in a year,

a boxing trip to Las Vegas for him
and 12 associates, a new house.

- Any evidence of work
or a legitimate income? - No.

Is it right that on 12 January 2004

Mr Farr was convicted of possession
with intent to supply heroin

and sentenced to five years
imprisonment?

That is correct.

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

- With huge outgoings... - Yeah.
- ... and no legitimate income.

- Leaving the big question.
- Which is?

Where's he getting the money?

What about the yacht?

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

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

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

The Armani suits, the Damien Hirst
in the front room.

Oh, it isn't in your notes, officer,
but Mr. Farr is available

if you require further information
on his assets.

High tightrope in a high wig, Marth.
Your idea or Jody's?

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

That's what the jury are
going to think.

10 minutes into your career at the Bar

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

Feeling under pressure, Clive? Take
it out on someone your own call.

He wasn't going to give evidence
before his form went in.

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

Yeah, maybe we should stop talking
about the case.

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

The jury need to hear it
from the horses mouth.

My job is making a fortune out
of destroying people's lives,

- only this time...
- Clive, it's me.

Don't try and push me around!

Sounds like someone else's
already doing that.

I don't get pushed around.

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

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

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

Cab rank rule.

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

You prosecute, I defend,
the jury decide.

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

innocent until proven guilty.

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

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

Bethany?

Coffee would be great.

First time I fell in love
it was for ever...

... till it wasn't.

I never thought I'd get over it.

Now I know I was way too young
and it never would've survived.

- How about you, Billy?
- What's that?

First love?

Martha off of Little House
On The Prairie.

Then Olivia Newton-John...

and Chris Evert.

Three first loves?

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

like a rocket fired straight into
a brick wall...

about three feet away.

What are you saying?

Make the most of the three feet.

Bethany?

Would you go out with me,
to a restaurant?

SHE GIGGLES

Yes, I'd love to.

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

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

we had it under
surveillance the whole time.

What about a recipient vehicle?

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

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

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

we had to make a judgement about that
on the ground, on the day.

- How? - By looking at vehicles and how
their occupants were behaving.

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

Anywhere else?

The Hummer on the bridge.

Why isn't it Customs?

Why wouldn't drugs importation
be Customs?

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

you don't want another agency
anywhere near him.

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

More than that...

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

When and why the police
officers get neurotic?

When they got someone on the inside.

There are 75 photographs
taken covertly,

of the carrier vehicle,
at the service station.

Yes.

How many of the Hummer?

None of the Hummer.

- Why did you take 75 photographs of
the carrier vehicle? - Best evidence.

- The camera doesn't lie. - What are
you implying, Miss Costello?

I'm not implying anything,
I'm being as explicit as I can.

Detective Sergeant Berwick
here is lying.

There are no photos of the Hummer

because it wasn't there.

- This is a speech!
- It's a full answer

to Your Lordship's very
intelligent question.

Jody Farr wasn't there.

- You fitted him up.
- That's ridiculous.

This was a carefully organised
operation to intercept

- a large-scale importation...
- Why wasn't Jody Farr intercepted?

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

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

The Hummer drove off while
we were seizing the drugs

and arresting the courier.

Just to be clear,

you say the Hummer was on the bridge
that spans the motorway,

- overlooking the services?
- That's right.

And you made no provision
for road blocking it

in your carefully planned operation.

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

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

Did Mr Conti tell you in interview
what he believed he was carrying

in the back of the lorry
he was driving?

Yes, he said he thought
it was cigarettes.

And did you spend the next
55 minutes of the interview

asking him questions
about this defence?

- Yes.
- What did he say?

"No comment," 107 times.

If we look at page five
of the interview transcript,

was Mr Conti asked about
a phone call made at 10.44pm?

"You made a phone call

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

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

"No comment."

When, in terms of the operation as a whole,
would this phone call have been made?

After disembarkation at the dock.
From a phone box.

Is that in the observation log?

No, there was a short gap
in the surveillance

between disembarkation and the green
lorry leaving the docks.

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

it was to the home of Jody Farr.

- You can't say who made it.
- It's pretty obvious who it was.

Well, perhaps you can help us all.

Where are the fingerprints?

On the phone, in the phone box?

DCI Enright?

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

Your client was wearing gloves
for driving.

Off to play golf, was he?

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

- that it was your man making the
call? - Rule of bent police work -

don't make evidence too clean.

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

SHE WHISPERS
Outside.

It's Conti.

- What?
- It has to be.

An organisation that takes that
much care for mobile phones

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

They need the connection,
Jody to the drugs,

just enough to put him
on the indictment

so his previous goes in,
his finances go in

and suddenly the rolling stone
is gathering lots of moss.

So we talk to Jody?

About Conti?

Martha?

You know what happens to people
who betray Jody Farr.

Shall I take that, Ms Warwick?

Anything, within the rules,
obviously, that I can help you with.

I think I'll be fine.

- Jamie...
- Don't...do that.

WHISPERING:
No...

Absolutely.

Not my business,

- unless the administration of justice
is affected. - Sorry?

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

I'm prepared to keep
it under my wing.

Don't tell me you're pleading.

SHE TITTERS

It's weird, isn't it?

The biggest row we've
both ever been in

and we're not allowed
to talk about it.

Yeah, well, we should
get used to that.

What would you be saying,
if we could talk?

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

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

Two thirds of the way through
a bottle of wine.

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

if we were allowed to talk?

We can do this, Marth.

We can talk about it now

and then forget what we said
at the door of the court.

Bugger the rules.

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

To corrupt Martha Costello?

See you in court.

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

Look, I'm prosecuting now.
Is that wrong?

You'd forgive Jody Farr his sins
because he's from a broken home

but that's everybody.
That's every criminal that's ever been.

- Does he come from a broken home?
- Oh, Jesus. - It was a joke!

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

- Temporary insanity.
- What?!

Voices in her head and no appropriate
adult in interview,

which is a serious breach of PACE.
I'd have got her off.

Where do we go from here?

My place?

If we cut the courier's throat,

it means his throat will
actually get cut?

You have to do your best
for your client.

That's where your responsibility
begins and ends.

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

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

- Miss.
- Billy.

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

Glad to see you found
someone to hold your hand.

- He's just...
- Your pupil.

I know this guy.

- Lodder?
- Used to be a custody sergeant.

He made a list of all the
solicitors in London,

rating them out of 100,
like a league table -

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

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

- What's the harm in that?
- Well, it got out.

Solicitors got to hear of it.

Micky Joy took it up with
Lodder personally.

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

Micky and Lodder?

He said he didn't know any of them.

I asked him...

he told me.

Why, what's the matter?

It's not Conti.

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

The contents of this

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

So... the night of June 9...

- Where was I, who was I with?
- Good boy. DOOR OPENING

Our alibi.

It's locked.

Yeah.

Once a Catholic?

You still in touch with him,
up there?

The words go up.

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

I don't even like him.

Jealous, self obsessed...

cruel.

What do you believe in?

Human decency.

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

- and you will facilitate that,
won't you? - No, Micky.

It's over.

I'm out of this.

You can't.

Calling a witness
I know is going to lie

is not part of our deal.

And I won't do it.

43,000 pounds in total.

What?

The brown envelope you just saw
on his desk.

The last of 17 envelopes

accepted by your
senior clerk from me.

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

And I know how much you love him.

Knowing you is the closest
I've ever come

to believing in good and evil.

And which side are you on?

Free will, Martha.

We all have a choice.

TELEPHONE RINGS

You've been worrying
about my co-defendant.

He's not a grass.

No.

How do you know?

I asked him. We had a talk.

- The gap in surveillance when the
phone call was made. - Pretend gap.

- With a real phone call in it.
- Made by? - A police officer.

Alan Cowdrey wants to put
Conti in the box.

- No choice really. - Which is what
the prosecution want.

The courier in the box
denying he made the call

but looking guilty as hell
under cross examination.

Connecting you to the drugs

and undermining you
by being rubbish.

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

End of story.
Except for one thing, obviously.

That the drugs are not yours.

Where were you that night?

You know who the alibi is.

You weren't with Billy,
were you?

- I need him.
- Where were you?

I'm the number two
in the Farr family.

What's that got to do with it?

I was with a woman.

- She's married.
- Right.

To my brother.

The number one.

And saying that in court?

I don't think so.

So, Conti.

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

It's a problem for us.

Not any more it isn't.

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

THEY WHISPER

Do you plead guilty
or not guilty?

Guilty.

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

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

Ten minutes to re-group.

All rise.

See you in there.

Did you tell him
where Jody was on the night?

Daniel?

Of course.

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

No.

RINGING TONE******

Why don't you sit this morning out?

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

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

Go home, Caroline.

I went up onto the bridge
on my motorbike.

I knew I only had
one go at the Hummer.

- One go?
- One ride past.

I was approaching
the bridge from the west,

so I was face on to the Hummer.

I went as slowly as I dared,

and made a mental note
of the registration number.

And were you able to see
anyone inside the vehicle?

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

as I rode past,
the nearside window opened.

And what did you see?

Mr Farr.

He was flicking a cigarette end out.

How would you describethe opportunity
you had to look at Mr Farr?

I got a good look at him.

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

- I went back onto the bridge.
- Why?

For the cigarette.

Exhibit PL 14, My Lord.

How could you be sure
this was the cigarette

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

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

which established that it was his.

Thank you, Sergeant Lodder.

The window opened
as you rode past.

- Yes.
- Right on cue.

What a stroke of luck.

Well, you earn your luck in life.

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

A second? Maybe two?

I know the face. Can I say that?

Looks like you've said it.

Which is fine by me,

because it was Jody Farr's face you
were seeing every step of the way.

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

How many Hummers are there
on the roads in Britain?

- What are the chances that... - You know
what car he has and you know it's a Hummer

and you know what
the registration is,

so stop answering
the wrong question.

This jury aren't stupid,

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

then he must have been there.

Can you confirm

that you actually got the
registration slightly wrong?

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

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

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

- It's what I'll say in my speech anyway.
- Well, keep it where it belongs.

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

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

and juries love DNA evidence. Hmm?

Watching a no comment interview?

They clear the ashtrays
between interviews.

I've been calling you.

I know.

You're trapped...

aren't you?

HE SIGHS

And you?

We all want to be better
people than we are.

I'm so sorry.

Me too.

Fat lady?

She hasn't sung yet.

One question.

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

Nobody.

Why?

You all right?

You look a bit... tense.

- Have you got a ciggy?
- Yeah.

It's how I got started.

Carrying a pack around
with me for clients.

Clerkenwell Mags, Marlborough
Street. Those were the days.

Both hotels now.

I just sort of joined in,
the smoking.

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

- Sergeant Lodder.
- Miss Costello.

Tosser.

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

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

Not some paedophile ring,
just a girl on the street

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

She was a chickenhead.

What's that?

It's a girl who works just for crack.

She doesn't see any of the money,

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

She was with this other girl,

a bit older than her,
maybe 16,

and the pimp threw them a rock,

like they were dogs.

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

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

And what did you do?

Stopped it.

And how did that make you feel?

- I stopped it for business reasons.
- I'm sorry?

I was the pimp.

I didn't want my products damaged.

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

Then I got nicked.

Are you a drugs dealer now?

Yes.

What kind of drugs dealer?

All the drugs I sell
are high quality.

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

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

I'm very insulted by the idea that
I would bring in

a consignment of heroin
like the one in this trial.

- Why?
- It's bad heroin.

How do you bring your drugs in?

Through embassies.

Do you ship drugs into this country
through Felixstowe?

No.

Have you ever been to
Birchanger services on the M11?

Never.

Which embassies, Jody Farr?

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

So you're... selective
in your openness.

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

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

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

Well, here's a question.

And when you answer it,
instead of eyeballing me,

why don't you look at the jury?

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

_

Are you all right?

Everyone gets nervous.

Sure.

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

I was with Jody Farr, from
about three in the afternoon

till after two the next morning.

Where?

My house.

What were you doing?

Eleven hours of snooker.

Who won?

It was twelve frames
each at midnight.

We had a laugh about that.
All the twelves.

And then?

I let him have the last frame.

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

- Excuse me?
- Jody has to win so he's happy,

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

It was a snooker match.

How do you feel about
consorting with criminals?

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

We don't consort with them,

we represent them,

or we prosecute them.

There's a difference.

I wonder.

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

Yesterday.

Do you mind if I say something?

I'm a Senior Clerk.

Ducking and diving is what I do.

It goes with the job.

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

But this here,

the number one
criminal court in the country,

this is what it's all about.

I can't tell you how proud I am to
see you two appearing here.

I would never stand here,
on oath, and lie

to one of my own.
I think you know that, sir.

Telling the truth on oath? That's
what your evidence is based on?

Absolutely.

Then perhaps you can explain

how Mr. Farr could be in
two places at once.

I don't understand?

In bed with his brother's wife...

and playing snooker with you.

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

Birchanger Services later on.

Who were you with late last
night in Chambers?

Micky Joy. Jody Farr's solicitor.

Doing what?

He was taking a statement from me.

Anything else?

You gave him a statement.

Did he give you anything?

Billy?

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

Billy?

He gave me a brown envelope.

And was it the first brown envelope?

No.

And what was in the brown envelopes?

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

Because this really, really matters.

He was paying me for favours.

So, let's be very clear here.

Who was?

Micky Joy.

Again?

Micky Joy.

Why are you saying this now?

Because it's right.

Because I want my integrity back.

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

in this place,
to tell you the truth.

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

Stay here.

I'll do this on my own.

- Your pupil.
- Once a copper...

I didn't tell him.

- But you said...
- Yeah.

That's what I said.

You and me, Micky.

We're the only ones who knew.

Hey, Jody, It's me.

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

- How long have you known
Sergeant Lodder? - What?

I never met him until...

Yeah, have a cigarette.
Jody do you want a cigarette?

Do you want to put some tar
in your lungs

and some of your DNA on the butt?
Give him a cigarette, Micky.

Your hand's shaking.

Leave it now.

Don't humiliate him.

- Hey, Jody...
- Sshh, shh, shh.

No.

His own solicitor,
an informant for the police.

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

Mr Reader?

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

Police protection for Mr Joy.

And a criminal trial for perverting
the course of justice?

You might be persuaded
to prosecute that one.

I'd need a good junior.

- Jody, Jamie Slotover.
- Hello.

They had me. The Old Bill.

Same as I had you.

The lengths you went to.

The bigger noise I made about
working for Jody,

the more he trusted me.

So when the time came to send him
down, he wouldn't think it was me.

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

She was my only hope.

I had to hit Jody.

I had to sink him during the trial.
That's what the police wanted from me.

But then rely on Martha
to save your boy.

Yeah.

But she was even better than that.

Yeah, she was.

The implant always works,

and it always stops working.

How long?

When it stops working,

because of where the hot spots
in your body are,

it will be over quickly.

How long?

I've known patients
go for seven years.

And I've known it be twelve months.

There's one more thing
you should know -

the implant takes away your
capacity to produce testosterone.

So?

Well, you'll become less...

Manly.

You don't know me.

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

Look after?

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

I've got a better idea.

Why don't you take your machismo

back to your grubby little chambers
and tell Clive Reader

I can't wait to end his career.

Put it away.

Terry? There's an oik
outside...

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

My name is Billy Lamb.

When he gets down here,
you tell your clerk

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

Do you understand me?

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

two thirds of chambers
need to vote in favour

for a new member to get in.

Those in favour?

Those against?

Nineteen for, ten against.

Clive,

are you abstaining?

At the moment she's one vote short.

- Excuse me.
- Mr Reader, sir?

Er, just one...

You went for me in court because
your ambition told you

that winning was more important
than Uncle Billy.

You were lying in the witness box.
A bent solicitor paid you to do it.

- But I forgive you.
- You forgive me?

Because I love you unconditionally.

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

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

with big declarations
of sentimental bollocks.

Words, words, words.

It's what you do that matters.

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

your Senior Clerk will
support you in whatever you do.

What do you mean "free man"?

The Bar Standards Board.

I've made it go away.

What?

How?

Used some words.
But mostly it's what I did.

What are you saying?

You made one mistake with Milson.

You didn't hit him hard enough.

I've saved your career, sir.

Er, Caroline Warwick...

Is nothing we can't manage.

Miss Warwick?

Yeah.

Welcome aboard.

I've kept it all.

His money, it's all there.

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

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

It's not over. Perjury, taking bribes.

They'll come for you, Billy.

But we're OK,

aren't we, Martha?

You know, that's the first time

you've called me Martha
in 17 years.

I must be going soft.

Are you all right?

Will you do something for me?

What?

Hold my hand.

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