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What are you doing? Get out!

Ain't you pleased to see us, boy? We got you a pizza.

I ain't got nothing for you! Get out!

- Ventilate him, man. Come on. - You've been warned, boy.

Plenty. Pop him! Deal with him!

You never said nothing about this.

You think I'm scared of you?

Gimme that!

That's on us, dog.

Move!

The Lord Chancellor wanted to take your mind

on the abolition of jury trials.

Did he, indeed?

I was under the impression the royal assent had already been received

for that vile piece of legislation,

the Criminal Justice Act 2003.

Where have you been? On holiday?

The government intends to revisit it either this year or next year.

With an incredible 339 sections

and 38 schedules,

it's already more complicated than most people can fathom.

Does he want my mind on how to simplify it

or to cut it out entirely?

They want to give it more teeth.

They're determined to extend the section on trials without juries.

You'll not find a single judge signing up for that.

Precious few were consulted.

Juries are not only becoming less and less reliable,

they're also getting harder and harder to empanel.

They're no longer economically viable. I'm not sure they ever were.

What have economics to do with justice?

The government removes the right to trial by jury at its peril.

It's merely proposing to reintroduce a section

that would allow defendants to elect to be before a judge alone.

To further reduce the remit of juries

is to run the risk of putting too much power in the hands of the state.

Many cases could be dealt with more efficiently by magistrates.

Their sentencing powers could be further increased to, say, two years.

The judges wouldn't stand for it. They'd strike.

That would be the day, Joe.

Try us.

They're ready for you, Judge.

I think you're gonna have trouble with these defendants.

- They're boys, aren't they? - They were sent here from the Bailey

supposedly because of the threat of intimidation from family and friends.

It hasn't deterred family and friends, Judge.

You might have to bar them from court.

Well, I'd be reluctant to do so. It is a public trial.

It has to be seen to be fair and open.

Well, I'll make sure there are plenty of dock officers around then.

Hey! You in the uniform! You leave my boy alone or you answer to me!

- Don't you threaten me. - What?

Talk to her like that again, Popeye, go on.

Just let the judge deal with it!

All rise.

As I read your name, would each defendant step forward to be identified.

Jesus Balfe.

It's Jez, blood.

Just answer your name, Mr Balfe.

You are charged on an indictment containing one count of murder

and the particulars are that, on the night of the 19th of September last

you went with David Nicolaides

and Sky Rudkin

and shot and killed one Simon Jackson.

Simon Jackson? Did you say Simon Jackson?

Yes, Simon Jackson.

Never heard of him.

Yes, I'm sure you find Mr Balfe highly entertaining socially,

but this is not a social gathering.

If he's found guilty, he could go to prison for a very long time.

So I suggest you let everyone concentrate on the matter in hand.

Mr Harrison.

Do you plead guilty or not guilty?

Are you a joker? We didn't kill that chief.

Is that not guilty, Mr Balfe?

That's what it sounded like.

Are you deaf, or what? Can't hear him?

Can't hear, man. Can't hear.

Yes, all right.

Now, as reluctant as I am to conduct this or any other trial

in the absence of the general public,

if there are inappropriate disturbances, I will clear the court.

- Now, you make no mistake about that. - It's justice we want, man.

And perhaps you would like to be the first to go?

Answer the charge correctly or risk the wrong plea being entered.

Are you pleading guilty?

No. Not guilty.

Thank you.

David Nicolaides. How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Sky Rudkin.

Mr Rudkin, take your hands out of your pockets.

Do you plead guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty, sir.

You can all sit down.

Mr Mason Allen, are we going to hear from you?

My lord, my client, Mr Balfe, feels he won't get a fair trial

because he's a black man.

That's not an unfamiliar argument. Would he like a black judge?

He'd prefer a jury made up of a representative racial mix.

The jury has yet to be sworn, how does he know it won't be?

He felt it would have been had the trial remained at the Old Bailey, not here.

Exactly.

Well, we are here.

The jury system isn't perfect,

especially since the peremptory challenge has gone,

but it's the best we've got.

- It ain't fair, dread. - I will try to ensure that it is,

that an intelligent, alert and, above all, fair jury is empanelled.

Come off of it.

Justice isn't about the way you look or the colour of your skin.

Justice is blind.

Jurors are not there for the benefit of the defendants.

Juries are there for the greater good

because they are concerned members of society.

Now, are there any further challenges?

Yes, my lord. There is a small matter that's troubling the defence.

The prosecution is seeking to hide the identity of its principal witness

by asking that she give evidence via a video link.

Now, this is a denial of a fundamental right

of my client and his co-defendants to a fair trial.

Live link-up is not unfamiliar, Mr Michaels.

Under Section 51 of the Criminal Justice Act 2003,

a witness may so appear provided the court is satisfied

that it's in the interest of the effective administration of justice.

I'll hear your argument.

Thank you, my lord. Well, we would argue that such a disembodied device

totally prejudices a jury,

making them believe that the defendants are so menacing

that the witness needs special protection.

I'm given to understand

that this witness is not only not a minor,

she is in fact a call girl.

She's a whore!

Mr Michaels, does your client, in his wildest dreams,

imagine that this can possibly help his case?

I apologise, my lord, on his behalf.

Thank you, Mr Michaels.

Mrs Mills, is there a good reason why she should be shielded in this way?

Is she of a particularly nervous disposition?

She is very nervous, my lord, having already been threatened.

Not by us.

It was by someone,

and that caused the police to offer her a place in witness protection.

As she is under police protection,

I am reluctant to allow her to be examined or cross-examined via CCTV.

I do think the defendants have a right to face their accuser.

Damn straight, they do.

However, that privilege will be denied you, Mr Nicolaides,

unless you remain silent, and if you don't I will have you removed

and put into cells below this court for the duration of the trial.

Hey, look. I haven't done nothing.

That is what we're here to find out.

My lord, this is a witness who agreed to give evidence

if her anonymity was protected.

That is not acceptable in this court, Mrs Mills.

If she is not protected, she is likely to take flight.

Well, you said she was in witness protection.

If she flees, she'll be held in contempt.

That will only compound the problem.

Mrs Mills, I have ruled.

No. No, I'm not gonna do it.

I'm not gonna give evidence against them. Why should I?

Because you saw them kill that young man.

He wasn't a man. He was a drug dealer.

They'll kill me! Why should I die for him?

If you give evidence against them, the chances are they'll go to prison.

Then their friends will kill me.

- Do you think anyone cares about me? - Reb, I care. The court cares.

They'll still kill me.

George!

- Neil! Have you been drinking? - I'm intoxicated with power.

I've just come from a meeting with the Prime Minister.

It can't be that he's found you out at last.

He asked me to become Home Secretary.

I accepted. He thinks I'll be tough on offenders.

Do you think that's wise? It might be a poisoned chalice.

George, will you marry me?

Is that a condition of the job?

It wouldn't do me any harm to have a wife.

- Any wife? - No, George. You. What do you say?

Congratulations.

Hello?

Is that a good mood or a bad mood?

Um, good, I think.

Depends what you want. Where are you?

I'm by my car waiting for a wheel clamp to be removed.

I don't remove wheel clamps, George.

Can't you ask your boyfriend to use his influence?

I expect he could. He's just been made Home Secretary.

You can't be serious.

I'm in need of some urgent advice about him.

I don't know who else to ask.

I'm about 15 minutes from your flat once this clamp gets removed.

Um...

I'll be there before you, then.

Come on.

Mrs Cooper, is it possible to see the judge?

I can ask him, Mrs Mills.

- Is defence counsel with her? - I don't think so, Judge.

Then I can't see her.

In a case like this, it could spell trouble.

I have this awful feeling Neil has been behaving corruptly.

So he did get your clamp off?

No. Nothing so useful.

George, he's an MP.

Worse yet, now he's Home Secretary. And he's very rich.

So he must have exploited or robbed somebody.

That's just your prejudice.

Well, he didn't win the lottery, did he?

At least not the one most of us play each week.

He made another fortune

trading shares in the One-Way Phone Company.

- He had inside information. - Oooh.

If he did and he gets found out, he could go to prison.

Now, there's a thought.

The Home Secretary in jail.

I don't want to be married to an ex-prisoner or an ex-Home Secretary.

Oh, I'm sure Neil can take care of himself.

It's Daddy I'm worried about.

Neil put him onto the shares, he made a whole chunk of mon.

I thought One-Way's shares collapsed during the trial.

Neil advised the government not to support them.

He sold a huge forward position, and subsequently picked them up for a song

as did Daddy.

Are you saying that Joe knew that lover boy had inside information?

I don't know, John.

It's not the sort of question one asks one's father.

- "Are you behaving corruptly?" - I'd ask mine.

- John, you keep looking at my legs. - Do I? Sorry.

- They're still great legs. - What are we going to do about Daddy?

Well, unless Joe knew in advance

that Haughton was going to persuade the government not to support One-Way,

he hasn't broken the law, has he?

Daddy wouldn't have sold the shares if he did.

Neil, on the other hand...

All right, why did he give Joe the information?

My guess is that he was looking for some insurance

in case things went wrong for him.

No. He wouldn't be so devious.

George. He's a politician.

What are you thinking?

I understand the problem, Mrs Mills.

Most prospective parents get nervous about going before the adoption panel.

No, it's nothing to do with that.

It would help me if I could put it off until I'm out of court.

It's a tricky prosecution.

We've heard that before.

You said your previous case would be your last.

I had to do this one. The CPS briefed me ages ago.

Well, first and foremost, the panel will want to know

how you'll cope with Michael.

And I have to say in all fairness, Mrs Mills, I don't think you will.

I think you're too committed to your career.

And for that reason, I've recommended you're not suitable.

What?

But I thought you were crying out for people to adopt older children.

People with more stable lives than yours seems to be.

I work! Parents do work!

Of course. But there has to be some consistency.

Now, twice last month you cancelled seeing Michael.

He was very upset.

I did explain to him. I felt terrible.

How do you think Michael will feel if I give up on him?

- Hello? - John, it's Jo.

Well, this is surprise.

Can I come up?

Yeah, push the door.

Well, here's a situation.

Well, if you'd have spared me a few minutes in chambers

to discuss this witness, John,

I would have spared you this embarrassment.

Jo, you're before me. I can't see you. Especially not here.

Why? Is there someone here?

Oh.

Jo, I came to get John's advice on...

Yeah, I'm sure that's not all you got, George.

What's that supposed to mean?

- Oh, aren't I before you? - Can I come in?

- Should you be here, my lord? - No, certainly should not.

Well, how nice that you have such sensibilities for the judge,

and none for the main witness.

Could that be because she's a mere prostitute,

and as such has got to be punished?

Don't be childish, Jo, I've never behaved like that.

You saw what the defendants were like, they were even trying it on with you.

- I beg you to think again. - No.

Perhaps you'd like to go a step further?

Let's have a trial without a jury and without witnesses.

- That is ridiculous. - It could happen.

If we persistently chip away at the safeguards to a public legal system,

it could happen.

This trial has to be open, and fair, and seen as such.

Fine.

Jo...

Social Services are giving me a hard time over adopting Michael

because I'm working.

Then you are between a rock and a hard place.

I've been giving you a hard time because you're thinking of stopping work.

They're recommending the adoption committee turns me down.

Jo, that's outrageous. You'd make a wonderful mother.

Precisely because you work and have a life.

I do so hate you sometimes.

Do you?

Do you really?

Oh, excuse me, Judge.

The jury usher informs me we haven't got enough candidates to empanel a jury.

Why is that?

Too many middle-class people managed to get out of jury duty.

Without a jury system, their middle-class existence

- would be threatened, wouldn't it? - Absolutely.

Somebody better hop down to the Job Centre and round up some bodies.

- Can we do that, my lord? - Certainly can.

Under the 1974 Juries Act, we can require any person to be a juror.

It's called, for your information, praying a tales.

All right.

The Lord Chief Justice is absolutely furious about the whole jury issue.

We should have fought a little harder when those idiots in government

were depriving us of our civil liberties.

A bit like bolting the stable door now, isn't it?

I think the thin end of the wedge is a more appropriate metaphor.

Are there any further changes in the pipeline?

Yes. The new Home Secretary wants to test the water

with a few non-jury trials.

Bad enough when you were my son-in-law. This one is a complete disaster.

Is that something you are about to eat or have already eaten?

It's tofu stir-fry, my lord.

- Tofu? What is it, Japanese? - Chinese, I believe, my lord.

It's made from bean curd.

The jury issue might be out of my hands by now anyway,

I can't get enough bodies to empanel them.

Well, under Section 16 you can sit with as few as nine jurors.

I'm surprised by your resistance, Joe.

I'd have thought that your experience on the Appellate Bench

would have shown you just how very short of useful juries sometimes are.

In my present mood I'm not prepared to accommodate the Lord Chancellor,

or whatever he may call himself in his new department.

I'm certainly not going to accommodate Neil Haughton.

Well, actually, this is rather good.

Is it?

I do apologise for the way that you've been press-ganged,

but it is a matter of grave urgency.

The liberty of the three men in the dock is at stake.

- I wanna object to some of the jurors. - Why is that, Mr Balfe?

Check them, man. They're all white bitches, innit?

Mr Balfe, I will not tolerate racism in any form.

How am I gonna get no fair trial from Babylon?

I can see where you're going with this.

You will not force me to abandon this trial.

Mr Harrison, swear the entire jury panel.

What, all 15 of them, my lord?

It would be sensible, wouldn't it, to adopt the American system

and have three in reserve?

Though, I dare say Mr Mason Allen would give me an argument about that.

My lord, I'd hesitate to argue with Your Lordship on any numbers,

but I believe the Juries Act of 1825

requires only 12 jurors to be sworn.

Yes, Mr Mason Allen, Section 25 of the Act did,

but it was repealed in 1972 by the Criminal Justice Act,

which neglected to state how many jurors should be sworn.

It only assumed 12.

- Swear 12, Mr Harrison. - Yes, my lord.

May I have you in, please?

Take the Bible in your hand, either hand, and read from the card.

"I swear by Almighty God that I will faithfully try the defendants

"and give a true verdict according to the evidence."

Jo, our main witness hasn't shown up.

- Didn't the police bring her? - She won't come out of the house.

Didn't they tell her that the only way

that she'll get free is to put that lot in prison?

It's their family and friends she's afraid of.

- How do you propose to get her to court? - By appealing to her common sense.

In the meantime, I'll change the order of the witnesses

and call the police first.

All right. Let's get on.

Inspector Wyman,

when you were called to the Sunset Hotel,

what did you find?

I found a young oriental man dead on the floor of one of the rooms.

He had two small bullet holes in his chest.

A pizza had been squashed on his face.

- Had he been eating the pizza? - The pizza was more or less intact.

There was none in the contents of his stomach.

Were you able to identify this man?

From the hotel register, we identified him as Simon Jackson.

This was later confirmed by his fingerprints.

He was known to the police as a drugs dealer.

His turf was in Harlesden.

He was part of a gang called No Problem,

which was at the time at war with another outfit called The Trigger.

Do you know or are you able to identify any of the rival gang, The Trigger?

Oh, yes.

Each of the three defendants are members of The Trigger.

And there are at least another two on the public seating in court today.

Well, as long as they're not doing anything to disrupt this trial,

they have a right to be here.

Did you find anything else at the hotel, Inspector?

A lady's handbag was propped on a shelf behind the toilet.

We identified it as belonging to one Rebecca Spark.

At first she claimed she'd had it stolen.

Did she report it stolen?

No. And when we told her we found her fingerprints in the hotel room,

she broke down, said she'd seen the shooting.

Was she able to identify the killers?

She gave us a description

and later picked each of the three defendants out from photographs,

then from a videoed police identity parade.

Was there any doubt about that?

At first she was reluctant to identify them even on video,

the girl was terrified that she'd be next.

She took a lot of reassuring.

Can you tell us again how you identified Rebecca Spark?

From her fingerprints found in the hotel.

So, when you went to interview her and she said her bag had been stolen,

you took her fingerprints,

as you presumably do with all victims of crime.

No. Her fingerprints were on record.

Ah, she has a criminal record.

For selling it!

Mr Balfe.

She has a police record.

She has criminal convictions?

Yes.

Well, Inspector,

do we have to drag this out like drawing teeth?

She has five convictions,

two for shoplifting, one for selling drugs, two for prostitution.

And how old is Miss Spark?

- 19, sir. - Oh, quite a career for a 19-year-old.

Did you establish whether she was known either to the dead man

or the defendants prior to the murder?

She was known to the victim, sir.

Did she sell drugs for him and work for him as a prostitute?

That is what her record reflects.

Hmm. I see.

Mr Mason Allen, just a moment, please. Rudkin, stand up.

Get your hands out of your pockets.

Do you know that juror?

No, sir.

You seemed to be gesturing to him. Were you?

- No. - Sky, you behave yourself.

If you signal or make threatening gestures to this jury,

I will bounce you down to the cells, make no mistake about that.

Sit down.

Mr Mason.

Inspector. During this investigation,

were there ever any other suspects apart from the three defendants?

No, sir.

So, once they were identified, you went all out to nail them.

No, we proceeded to corroborate the evidence.

Did you never once consider it might be someone else?

The evidence suggested not.

Did you not consider the sex worker herself?

Simon Jackson had led her into a life of crime and prostitution, after all.

No, sir. We didn't.

So, as soon as Miss Spark said they were black,

you decided it was Mr Balfe and his friends.

Mr Nicolaides isn't black, sir.

You have run across Mr Balfe a number of times and failed to convict him.

Miss Spark picked him out.

If this prostitute hadn't identified each of these three young men,

is it possible you would have considered

the girl, or her lover, or her brother, or father as suspect?

It's possible, sir.

What's up with you, bruv? This court's already found us guilty.

It's not doing us any favours acting up.

That's your old man's dog-collar talk.

The only way we're gonna walk is if that jury goes down.

You're either with us or against us. What is it?

You know, Jez.

You know.

Judge, I've just had the jury bailiff in.

The jury are feeling menaced by the defendants and their families.

Some don't want to go back into court.

All right, I'll talk to defence counsel about giving the jury protection.

Tell counsel I'll see them in chambers.

Okay.

I can't reasonably object to protection

if the jury really are feeling pressured.

These defendants do seem to think they're above the law.

They aren't doing their cause any good.

I'll point that out to them.

A public trial is an important plank of a free and democratic society.

To have a trial without either the public or the defendants present

would reflect badly on us all.

But if there is any more pressure put on this jury,

either by look or gesture, I will clear the court and the dock.

Unless you are quite without intelligence,

you must know that you can't be doing your cause any good.

The jurors are only human, and you are likely to prejudice them.

Now, if you think this is going to get you a retrial

or aid any appeal in the event of a guilty verdict,

then I must tell you that the appeal court

will read the transcript of this trial,

and they will see that you have been warned.

In any event, I will inquire of the jury at the end

to see if they've been influenced by events in the public gallery.

Okay, let's have the jury back.

Judge,

Sussex police are refusing to provide protection for the jury

because the defendants are London overspill.

They want the DCA to agree to pay.

- And the DCA's refusing? - Yeah.

It isn't that the department refuses to pay for police protection, Sir John.

It's a cost that must be borne by Sussex or the Home Office.

What about using some of the extra money the CPS has for witness protection?

That's for witness protection.

Anyway, the Home Office say it's all spent.

Is this a means of bringing pressure in the quest to abandon jury trials?

Would you sooner criminals went free?

Rather than embrace the idea of a single judge trial, yes.

The prospect is repugnant.

It's an economic reality.

One the new Home Secretary is keen to drive through.

The criminal justice budget can't go on expanding,

as much as we might argue for it to do so.

Well, the solution is simple, Ian.

The government must legislate for us all to be good and honest.

Oh, I think there's a Criminal Justice bill on its way

that will do just that.

Meanwhile, you have a predominantly white jury

trying predominantly black defendants.

Hardly their peers.

Two of the jurors have reported sick.

- Is it a bug of some sort? - Yeah.

Two jurors falling ill is very inconvenient.

I could stop the trial and start again, but then the same problem might arise.

Then abandon it!

Who said that? Come on, who called out?

- What's your name? - Bea Waxman.

Well, Bea Waxman, are you related to any of the defendants?

Yes, sir. I'm Dave's sister.

Oh, Dave's sister, you can either

apologise to the court for your interruption,

or go down to a cell for contempt.

- He didn't do nothing. - It seems you've chosen the cell.

Would a police officer remove her, please?

She didn't do nothing!

Seems to be a trait in your family, Mr Nicolaides.

Now shut it or join her.

Sit down.

We will continue the trial with 10 jurors.

- You can't do that. - I can't, Mr Balfe?

You'll see what I can do.

See how it is? My man's already got his mind made up.

Again, I hesitate in arguing this point with you, my lord,

but isn't there a danger of going forward with only 10 jurors?

I don't think so. Mrs Mills.

I'd like to call Reb Spark.

Miss Spark, would you tell the court what happened in the hotel room

on the 19th of September last?

What, you mean after Sime had sex or before?

No, during it!

- Dock officer, take him down. - Don't touch me, man.

Don't touch me.

- Mrs Mills. - Miss Spark, after will be fine.

I was in the bathroom getting ready to go to work.

And, uh... There was a knock at the door.

Three men came in when Sime went and opened it.

Are they in court?

Two of them are.

This might be painful for you,

but I'm not sure that anyone but me heard your answer.

Two of them are. The two in the dock.

Stand up.

Both of you.

Do you know their names?

Yeah.

He's Jesus Balfe. And he's Sky Rudkin.

The third one was the one what was taken out. Dave Nicolaides.

They shot Sime and squashed a pizza on his face.

Maybe he was hungry!

Dock officer, take him down.

Hands off me, man. Yeah. Yeah.

Miss Spark, how did the shooting come about?

They were arguing.

Saying that Sime was nicking their turf and he was a dead man.

Jesus Balfe pulled a gun out and give it to him, Sky.

Dave told him to ventilate him, but he didn't move.

He was shaking.

He didn't want to do it and Sime was shouting.

Then Jez grabbed the gun back and shot him.

What happened after Mr Balfe shot him?

The white one smacked a pizza in his face.

He said, "That's on us, dog." Then they ran out.

I waited a while

and then I ran, too.

You killed Sime Jackson, that well-known pimp and drugs dealer, didn't you?

No!

He asked me there to have sex with him to celebrate.

You charge men for having sex.

So what if I do? It's my body.

Most of the money you earned

you gave to Sime Jackson. Your pimp.

He was your pimp, wasn't he?

I gave him money for drugs and protection, that's all.

Isn't it true, Miss Spark,

that you were a sex slave to a pimp who got you hooked on drugs?

You went to the hotel room and killed him as the only means of getting free.

No! I didn't! I saw them do it!

Did you not say to Bel Robinson, another of Jackson's sex slaves,

that the only way to get free of that man was to shoot him?

What? I didn't mean it! I didn't!

But Mr Jackson ended up shot dead just the same.

Is that coincidence?

You can't say that I did it!

I didn't! I don't have to listen to this!

Reb! Reb, wait!

If you run like that, the judge could get seriously annoyed.

- Yeah? What's he gonna do? - He could stick you in jail.

You're all against me in there.

No one believes me. I might as well be dead.

We believe you.

We do.

Come on.

It's doing my nut in being cooped up in here the whole time.

You'll be fine.

When you're done they'll get a whacking sentence.

I can't stand it here with nothing to do.

I just wanna go and have a good time.

Look,

I'll go and get you some new DVDs.

I can't take you with me because I've got a hot date.

Don't look like that. Two girls just don't work for me, Mimi.

Come on.

It's okay. Come on. Night, night.

- Jo? - Porter let me up.

You obviously haven't heard.

Reb Spark was killed this afternoon by a hit-and-run driver.

How? She had police protection.

It seems she gave them the slip.

If you would have let her give evidence via a video link,

she would still be alive.

Yes, yes. Yes, I'm...

Are the police treating it as murder?

The driver didn't just knock her down. He reversed over her.

You judged her for being a prostitute.

You decided that she wasn't worth as much as your precious principle.

Well, um...

Obviously I can't go on hearing the case under the circumstances...

John, another principle!

If you stop the trial now, her evidence will be gone forever.

That young woman will have died in vain!

This is John Deed.

I can't come to the phone. Please leave me a message.

John, it's George.

I assume you're on your way. I'll try your mobile.

Because of the death of the prosecution's main witness,

I'm going to adjourn for the day

to allow the prosecution to reorganise its witnesses.

- We all get a holiday. - What did you say?

Stand up.

Apologise now.

What? I didn't do nothing.

You won't apologise?

You can remain in the cell below the court until you do.

Take him down.

Are you unhappy?

- I'm going to give up the law. - But being a barrister's good.

Sometimes.

Sometimes you have to deal with such horrid things and such

wretched people.

You begin to feel contaminated.

It would be much nicer looking after you.

Will you come to my house for the weekend?

- Will you come and get me? - Mmm-hmm.

What do you want done with Mr Balfe, Judge?

Is he still in the cell?

The van's waiting to take the others back to the remand centre.

Leave Balfe where he is.

Good. He deserves solitary confinement for life.

I hope that's what you give him, Judge.

Coop, would you ask the Chief Constable to come and see me?

No, order the Chief Constable to come and see me in the digs, please?

- What about Jez? - Don't worry about him.

What is this?

Come on!

Are you close to finding Miss Spark's killer?

We found the stolen security van. It was dumped and burned.

Any clues to the driver?

The van was caught twice on CCTV cameras near the court.

The driver is a blur.

We are trying to enhance the images.

We are checking every camera in town.

I want round-the-clock protection

on each of the other main witnesses and the jury.

I don't care who pays for it, just do it.

Jo.

- Now Terry Post has gone missing. - What?

What's happened to your next witness, Mrs Mills?

It seems he's scared, my lord.

He doesn't want what happened to Miss Spark to happen to him.

I thought he had round-the-clock protection.

Supposedly, my lord.

Mr Post disappeared through the toilet window

at the back of his pizza shop.

Mr Harrison?

Contact the Chief Constable.

Tell him I want Mr Post found and brought to court.

- Yes, sir. - Can you proceed without him?

- My next witness is here. - Good, let's have the jury in.

My lord, it seems two more jury members have reported sick.

- Doctors' notes? - Yes, my lord.

- They're from the same doctor! - Yes, my lord.

I want the doctor brought to court to explain himself.

All rise.

Sir Ian Rochester, my lord. And lunch is ready.

- Thank you, Mrs Johnson. Ian. - Sir John.

- Do you want some lunch? - No, thank you.

I heard your trial's falling apart.

Mightn't this be an appropriate case for you to continue hearing without a jury?

That means the terrorists win, Ian.

I understood from Laurence James that this was a drugs-related murder trial.

Someone is terrorising both the jury and the witnesses.

If it takes the intervention of the trial judge to shore up the jury,

and half the Sussex police force to protect them,

is the convention worth fighting for?

A judge without a jury worked in Northern Ireland.

Nobody ever believed it was just.

It would solve our increasing economic dilemma.

So too would extending the powers of summary justice

to policemen and traffic wardens. We could go beyond on-the-spot fines.

The hands of thieves and the fingers of pickpockets could be lopped off.

We could do away with the rule of law altogether.

I wouldn't suggest that to this Home Secretary.

He might find it attractive.

Dr Woods, did you actually examine these jurors?

I don't issue sick notes without examining the patient.

They're suffering from the same complaint?

Yes, from stress.

Everybody finds jury service stressful.

One has a number of abrasions. He wouldn't say how he got them.

He appeared to have been beaten.

I see.

Yeah, thank you, Doctor, you can step down.

I'm going to adjourn again

so I can visit these jurors in their homes myself.

- My lord... - Yes, I know. Highly irregular.

I would invite counsel to accompany me,

but in this case I think it would prove counter-productive.

In any case, a transcript will be made available to the court.

All rise.

Were you beaten up, Mr Arrow?

I tripped over, sir.

Now, how did that happen, with the police protecting you?

I don't know.

Thank you.

Could you identify whoever it was who caused you to trip?

Sometimes we have to be very courageous to do what we know is right.

If we give in to the threats of the bully, the strong man,

or the terrorist, everybody loses.

Countless people through the centuries have suffered torture,

deprivation, loss of life, saying no to him.

That young witness gave her life doing what she thought was right.

Now, I'm not saying that she did it willingly.

In fact, I'm quite certain that she would rather have done anything

than come into court and do what she did.

But having done it, we have to ask ourselves,

"Are we going to let her sacrifice be in vain?"

I can't force you to go back into court. Your doctor says you're ill.

But I can't continue with only eight jurors.

So, thanks for the tea.

The jury bailiff said they didn't show up, Judge.

He's still got only eight jurors.

Ask counsel to come to chambers please, Coop.

In spite of my best endeavours, I still haven't got enough jurors.

Now, the options are to adjourn until the jurors are well enough...

- And, if they're not, Judge? - Abandon the trial.

No.

Now, if I was to do that, Jo, can the CPS remount it?

- Unlikely, with our main witness dead. - Hmm.

The Secretary of State for Constitutional Affairs,

driven, of course, by the Home Secretary,

would like me to hear it without a jury.

My client would never agree. Even if the law were in place.

- Nor mine. - You can't do that, John.

They seem to think that I can.

Under Section 44 of the 2003 Criminal Justice Act.

And even if I can't, they're sure to amend it.

It flies in the face of justice.

I agree. But somehow, these three have got to face trial.

One option would be to continue with eight jurors.

My lord, that would be unsafe.

Convictions have been upheld with nine.

With respect, John, eight is not nine.

Yes, I agree, but it's preferable to abandoning the trial.

Or hearing it with a judge alone.

Oh, I don't know.

I'm going to adjourn and seek wiser counsel.

My clerk will let you know when we next sit.

Come on, then.

I won't let these three young men escape without a trial, Joe.

Is this because you feel somehow responsible

for the death of this young woman?

No, I'm afraid you must abandon this trial.

If they were to be convicted with only eight jurors,

you would certainly be overturned.

Why are nine jurors less fallible than eight? Hmm?

Well, they're not, in theory.

But what if murder were still a capital offence?

Putting young men away for 30 years

is not something that I'd undertake lightly,

however many jurors convicted them.

If you want these bods to stand trial,

you must be prepared to go ahead without a jury.

Even though it's an affront to civil liberties.

Joe...

I have to ask you something personal.

You sold a lot of shares in a forward position in the One-Way Phone Company?

Yes, I did, yes. Made a lot of money.

Why did you trade those shares?

Neil Haughton put me on to them.

Why, is there something wrong?

There might be. What did Haughton tell you?

He told me that One-Way were under pressure,

and that selling a forward position could be advantageous.

When he was at the Department of Trade,

Haughton advised the government not to support One-Way.

He knew the share price was going down.

- Yes, but that could look bad for me. - Yes, it could.

If somebody decided to go after our new Home Secretary,

and then he reached out to you for help.

Is somebody likely to go after him?

Ah. Uh-huh.

I suppose you'd be very pleased if I am forced

into conducting a trial without a jury.

That would suit the Home Office very well.

We have to find some way to get on top of the legions of offenders.

I have no intention of setting that precedent.

John, we live in a society where 90% of crimes go unpunished.

Better that 99% go unpunished than one person is convicted wrongly.

You wouldn't take that view if you had to answer to the electorate.

I answer to my conscience.

The voters of this country are fed up to their back teeth

of criminals playing the system.

Winning because juries are afraid to convict.

You won't make them unafraid by abandoning them.

You might not have any regard for the voters, I can't ignore them.

It's the voters who will lose out in the long run

if you unpick their safeguards.

John, you must want to see wrongdoers convicted, surely.

Yes, but justly, fairly.

Then we're on the same side.

Necessity sometimes makes strange bedfellows.

As does conspiracy to defraud shareholders.

- What? - John!

- I've conspired with no one. - Haven't you?

Let me get you another drink.

I will not run a juryless trial.

If you're not prepared to abandon your principles,

then you'll have to abandon the trial, let these boys go.

George. Must dash.

- Hello. - Jo, it's John.

I can't find an echo of a precedent for a jury of eight.

Did you mean it when you said I was responsible for that girl's death?

We say things in the heat of the moment.

Yeah, tell me about it.

I came that close to hitting Neil Haughton this evening.

Won't bring her back, John.

I will not sanction a juryless trial.

Fine, then the defendants get to walk. That's for your conscience.

I have a meeting to prepare for.

How would you describe your lifestyle, Mrs Mills?

Busy, but getting less busy.

Isn't the life of a leading criminal QC permanently busy?

I plan to take a sabbatical.

Does that mean you'd become busy again in a year or so?

No, I'd give up work to find a workable routine for Michael.

Yes, but that does sound like you intend to get busy again, Jo.

It's not my plan to give up working forever, Simon.

After all, you manage to sit on this committee as well as being a busy QC.

- Adoption is a big commitment. - Yes.

Children are for life, not just a sabbatical.

Yes, do you think I don't know that?

I did bring up two children on my own after their father got ill and died.

Yes, of course, Mrs Mills. I'm sorry.

Are you sure you're not looking to adopt in order to fill the gap

left by your children going to college?

Michael's mother asked me to take him when she was dying.

You didn't pursue this request immediately after Miss Hulsey's death.

No. I'm sorry I didn't.

I didn't think I could cope.

It took a lot of soul-searching on my part.

But it's precisely because I put myself through this process

that I feel so sure now.

Mightn't it be better if you simply befriended Michael

in some other situation altogether?

Well, what's going to happen to him?

We'd look for another foster placement.

Are you completely stupid?

How on earth will that be better for him?

Here you have someone who wants him, and who loves him,

even if she can't spend 24 hours a day with him!

I'm sorry. We're turning down your application.

Jo!

Hello? Jo?

It's a tough call, Jo.

Maybe it's for the best.

I'm still not convinced that you're convinced.

I promised Michael he could come home with me. I promised him!

Have they got a better alternative for him?

Help me, John. I want to smash this panel with its arbitrary powers.

Are they arbitrary?

You could go for judicial review on their decision.

But that will take weeks. Months! Michael will think I've abandoned him!

Are you ready to give up law?

Is it worth going on with? You're no longer sure.

- Have you solved your problem? - No. I'm running out of time.

But I'm not going to give up, Jo. Nor should you.

You can be a mother and a lawyer.

Panel doesn't think so.

They want a perfect world for children to be adopted into. It isn't possible!

Yes, well, you could argue that before a judge.

You can't wait for a perfect world

according to the diktats of some petty bureaucrat!

Nor should you be expected to create a perfect world.

You'll do the best you can. That's all any parent can do.

You've been a wonderful single mother.

And you can do it again.

I can?

Yes.

I don't want you to lose your place on the ladder.

But that doesn't mean that you can't have what you've set your heart on.

Oh, bless you, John!

Oh, Mimi! John.

Have you found the means to repulse the barbarians?

Still looking, Monty.

Oh, have you got time to fit in an urgent judicial review application?

I could, if the Administrative Court agrees, and it's not too complicated.

No, not much law, just common sense.

We've got plenty of that. Who's making the application?

- Jo Mills. - Ah.

Well, I'm not sure that I should hear her, considering our history.

You're probably the best person because of it, Monty.

- Do you think so? - Mmm-hmm.

Well, I'll ask my clerk to look after the application.

Oh, and John. If there's

any way that I can support you over the jury issue,

- I will. - Thanks.

Ah, Jo. I'm glad I caught you.

John suggested, in the spirit of reconciliation,

that I represent you at this judicial review.

- What? You can't be serious, George. - He said you'd react like that.

Well, that was my initial response.

It's why I didn't phone.

You'd be far better off with me. I won't get over-emotional.

- You think I will? - You want the boy.

His name is Michael.

Yes, I know his name.

Shall we go through the facts?

Section 13 of the Child Adoption Act 1990,

clearly states, and I quote,

"A child of suitable age for adoption should be placed

"wherever possible with an adult or adults of compatible ethnicity,

"or any suitable adult, provided they meet the minimum requirements

"set out in Section 18."

That, my lord, states that,

"To be a responsible adult, you must be over 18 years of age,

"be of reasonable intelligence and mental stability,

"not have a criminal record,

"and have some compatibility with the adoptee."

Mrs Mills meets the requirement of the Act in every degree.

More than that, she desires to give Michael Hulsey

a stable and loving home.

Indeed, she promised his dying mother that she would.

The decision by the adoption committee is not only arbitrary,

it's contrary to both the spirit and the letter of the Act.

Thank you, Mrs Channing.

Mr Norwalk.

Collectively, the committee that rejected Mrs Mills' application

has been responsible for over 600 adoptions.

With their considerable experience,

they judged her unsuitable to adopt Michael Hulsey.

Not least of all because they saw

that she was a single mother of adult teenagers,

and a career lawyer who was not about to step off the career ladder.

Indeed, by her own admission, Mrs Mills hopes one day to become a judge.

Judges also can make reasonable parents, Mr Norwalk.

Indeed.

Though it's a matter of interest, Mr Norwalk,

how many lesbians and homosexual males

has this committee allowed to adopt young children?

With respect, my lord, I cannot see that has any bearing.

You can't?

And yet, the same committee that approved those adoptions

deems someone unsuitable if he or she works at a career.

You astound me.

I'll hear each of your arguments.

You have to consider, while there's life, there's hope.

Mrs Mills.

Even if the committee does review its decision,

like the judge said it should, it may come to the same conclusion.

There's nothing the High Court can do about that.

No. But I would find a way to overturn the committee. Somehow.

You really are earnest, Mrs Mills.

I won't give up. I can't.

Well, perhaps you ought to have a trial period with Michael at home.

Does that mean you're not going to oppose me?

We're doing as the judge suggested. Thinking again.

A result!

So, this can be your room.

You might want to put up some different posters.

- Who's Meatloaf? - They're a '70s pop group.

Mark has all sorts of tastes in music.

- Is that his cello? - Mmm-hmm. He gave it up.

Would you like to learn? It can be great fun learning an instrument.

Mum used to play the recorder.

Well, would you like to learn that?

There's so much I've got to learn about you, Michael.

- Like what time you go to bed. - Mum said... She said...

We'll find our way, little by little.

Come on, let's make some supper.

Michael, what's the matter, darling? Can't you sleep?

It's because it's a strange room, I expect.

I keep thinking about Mum. Why did she have to die?

I don't know.

No one does.

It's one of life's enduring mysteries.

Why someone as nice as your mum has to die so young,

and someone who isn't very nice doesn't.

It was their fault.

They gave her the brain tumour.

Oh, Michael, come on. Come on, come on.

It's all right. It's all right. It's all right.

I won't let anyone hurt you. I'm here for you.

Have a good cry if you want.

There, it's all right.

Hello, this is Jo Mills. Please leave a message and I'll call you back.

Jo...

What could you do anyway?

Mr Balfe has finally apologised.

Ah.

Judge, you can't let these three murderers walk away, Judge. You can't.

Coop, I can't allow civil liberties to be eroded.

The right to a trial by a jury, even for the most odious of killers,

is at the heart of our legal system.

- No, Judge... - It's what makes us civilised.

People don't care about that, Judge. They don't!

Not when their lives are blighted by crime!

What they do care about is killers getting to walk away free!

After a lot of deliberation over whether to abandon this trial,

I have decided to continue without a jury.

No, my lord! I mean...

I would like to register my protest on behalf of my client.

And I on behalf of mine.

- You said this would be stopped! - Sit down.

The idea of this trial continuing without a jury is offensive, my lord.

As it is to me.

A greater injustice might be done to these defendants, I hope you'll agree,

if we were to abandon it without giving them the opportunity

to clear their names in open court.

Frankly, my lord, I don't think any of us would agree.

My lord, two of our jurors have recovered.

Are they here now?

In the jurors' assembly room, with the others.

Ah, it appears that two of our jurors have recovered.

So, let's have the jury back,

and continue with this trial in a proper fashion.

In the absence of the pizza-parlour owner,

I'd like to call Julia Peters, a fingerprint expert.

- I thought the jury had fallen apart! - We understood it had, completely.

It doesn't look like it, Mr James!

- There will be other opportunities. - Not without further legislation.

Deed's resistance will encourage the other judges!

There was a clear thumbprint made up of all 18 ridges,

on the right-hand flap of the pizza box lid.

Were you able to ascertain whose print this was?

Oh, yes. It belonged to one Jesus Balfe.

It's Jez!

Mr Balfe, if you don't shut up, you'll be back in a cell.

Mrs Peters, is there any doubt about whose print it was?

No, it was Mr Balfe's.

There is doubt, however, is there not,

that Mr Balfe put the pizza box in the hotel room?

That's not my area of expertise.

Ah, so someone else could have taken the box to the hotel room

after Mr Balfe had somehow touched it,

possibly in the pizza parlour.

I suppose.

Would you further agree

that Mr Balfe's thumbprint on the box, at the hotel,

is not evidence that he did the shooting?

My lord, my learned friend is trying to get from this witness

what she is not qualified to answer.

I don't think he is, Mr Sorrell.

He's getting her to confirm that she is not such an expert.

No, no. Mr Mason Allen.

Mrs Peters?

The thumbprint on the box is not proof he did the shooting.

Then, by that token, not finding Mr Nicolaides' prints on the box,

would indicate that he didn't do the shooting.

Mr Michaels, aren't we straying into Alice in Wonderland here?

I believe it is a favourite book of most barristers, my lord.

My lord, the police have located the pizza-parlour owner,

but Mr Post is not being very cooperative.

I'd like to treat him as hostile.

Any objections?

Go on.

I don't recognise any of them. I don't think they're my customers.

Then would you turn to the witness bundle, Mr Post?

Item 19. Your statement.

Is that your name and signature?

Are you being threatened by anyone, Mr Post?

Mrs Mills, be careful.

Mr Post, did you or did you not tell the police

that the three defendants were in your pizza parlour

prior to the shooting of Simon Jackson?

They can kill me if they want to! If they do, my family will get them!

Mr Post, just answer the question.

Yes, they was there. And they didn't pay for their pizzas.

How many pizzas did they have?

Nicolaides, yeah, he had two in the shop. The other two had one each.

Balfe tossed his box in my face when I asked him for the money.

I remember he was wearing, like, black gloves.

No thumbs. All The Trigger wear 'em.

You're a liar! You liar!

Dock officer! Take Balfe to a cell and leave him there.

You as well, dog!

Is your pizza parlour profitable?

Some weeks are good, some not. You don't do it to lose money.

To that end, you save what you can.

You sometimes recycle the boxes customers leave behind, don't you?

You do recycle some of the boxes?

That's good! It helps reduce the litter mountain.

Only if the box is clean.

Well, did the defendants finish their pizzas in your takeaway?

- I don't remember. - Oh, I think you do, Mr Post.

And you reused their boxes.

That was how Mr Balfe's print was on the box,

that was subsequently taken by someone

to the hotel room. Wasn't it?

My lord, this witness could not possibly know the answer to this.

Yes, I tend to agree.

Unless Mr Mason Allen is suggesting Mr Post took it there.

My lord, that was our last witness and concludes the case for the Crown.

Thank you, Mr Sorrell. Am I going to hear from anyone on the defence?

No, my lord. I'd like to call Jesus Balfe.

I assume you will allow him back to give evidence.

He's had enough to say from the dock, Mr Mason Allen.

I'm fascinated to hear what he's going to say from the witness box.

It weren't me that shot him.

I wasn't at the hotel like that slam said.

I didn't even know Jackson.

And where were you at the approximate time of the shooting?

We was at that dog's pizza takeaway. We didn't take nothing away.

We ate our pizzas there.

I tossed my box back when he said we shouldn't eat there.

We was there all that time.

Then we was at Dave's house, playing some tunes.

Ask his gran. Go on, ask her!

Mr Balfe, you say you didn't know the dead man, Mr Jackson.

Yeah, never heard of him.

Well, yet, like you, he dealt in drugs,

and was trying to move on to ground controlled by The Trigger.

We don't deal with drugs.

I never heard of that man till the police come for me.

Are you quite sure you didn't know Mr Jackson before he was shot dead?

I told you, I never heard of him.

Yet, three days before he was shot,

you were caught on a CCTV camera in Harlesden Parade arguing with him.

Perhaps if we take a look at that footage again,

you might tell us if it's you. Mr Usher.

Exhibit 12, my lord.

Is that you, Mr Balfe?

Sure. Any fool can see that. The other dude, I don't know.

He was just some bitch who dissed me,

so I set him straight, like I do when people diss me.

I didn't see him before, or after.

- And what were you arguing about? - I don't know. How should I know?

A man you argued with is shot dead three days later,

and you expect the jury to believe

that you don't remember what you argued about?

I said I don't. He was just some punk who dissed me!

So you shot him?

I remember what he did.

He looked at me in a way I didn't like coming out of the shop.

So I had a word with him.

- He had a lot of mouth and no respect. - So you killed him?

I've already told you. You deaf?

I'm sure the jury heard, Mr Balfe.

My apologies for being late, my lord.

I was just about to invite Mr Sorrell to give your closing argument, Mr Mills.

- Are you ready with it? - I am, my lord.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

a man was shot dead in a hotel room

following an earlier dispute over drug turf.

Not the everyday occurrence

that affects the lives of ordinary, decent people, you might think.

Not a death that we should have much concern about,

any more than we should be concerned about the life

of someone who deals in drugs, save for all the misery they cause.

But if we think like that,

then as a society, we start to become lost.

It means we think that these people who deal in drugs

and settle their differences with guns are above the law.

No one is above the law.

Not if we are to have a flourishing, cohesive,

and most of all, a fair society.

Reasonable doubt, ladies and gentlemen.

That's all you need to have

in order to acquit Jez Balfe and his co-defendants of this murder.

Reasonable doubt.

And there is much,

both in the evidence that was presented here in court,

and in the absence of evidence,

to cause you to doubt that these three young men

killed Simon Jackson.

No indisputable motive,

no clear, undeniable opportunity,

no presence of the defendant's fingerprints

clinging to a murder weapon to condemn them.

Reasonable doubt?

Indeed.

Which way you gonna vote, Paul?

What? I can't talk about that.

The judge said we mustn't.

But you know as well as we do that Jez and his mates didn't pop that guy.

We know where you live, blood.

And where your mum lives.

You all right?

The jury's coming back! Come!

Will the foreman please rise?

Have you reached a verdict in relation to the three defendants?

We have.

- Is that a unanimous verdict? - Yes, it is.

In relation to Jesus Balfe,

on the charge of murder, how do you find him?

Guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

- Clear the court. - You're dead!

You're dead!

You're dead!

- Order has been restored, Judge. - Hmm.

They're ready with the other two verdicts.

Oh, good.

Judge, the jury foreman told the bailiff

he was threatened by one of the defendants' friends.

- How did he get to him? - Dressed as a security guard.

The police think he's the one that drove the security van

that killed Reb Spark.

He's locked in court with the others.

Good.

I'll deal with the verdicts first.

On the charge of murder

in relation to David Nicolaides,

how do you find him? Guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

On the charge of murder in relation to Sky Rudkin,

how do you find him? Guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

In the alternative to murder, in respect of Sky Rudkin,

do you find him guilty or not guilty of manslaughter?

Guilty.

Thank you, you can sit down.

Members of the jury, I offer you the court's sincere thanks

for your courage and determination

to see this trial through to its conclusion.

I further discharge you from ever having to do jury service again.

Perhaps you would remain seated while I deal with sentencing.

Thank you.

Would those of you on the public seats over there please stand?

Come on.

And state your name and relationship with the prisoners.

Doreen Balfe. I'm Jez's mum.

James Hay, friend.

Mono Simons, cousin to Jez.

- Bea Waxman. - Natalie Wallis.

Andy Thompson, friend.

Del Peabody, friend.

He's the one.

Thank you.

Would a police officer take Mr Peabody to a cell, please, pending charges?

- For what? - You'll find out.

What's wrong with you, man? For what? What now?

Get off me!

I have been watching those on the public seats very carefully.

Some of you, I've allowed to leave.

Those that remain,

your behaviour has been shameful.

As a result, I'm charging you all with contempt.

You will remain in custody until you've purged that contempt.

That means that you will make a humble and sincere apology to this court,

and especially to this jury,

whom you have assaulted with your spitting and threatening behaviour.

Now, you will make that apology right now from where you are,

and make it you will, or find yourselves locked up.

Yeah.

I apologise, sir.

I'm very sorry for my behaviour.

Good. You may sit.

Is no one else going to apologise?

No one.

All right, you'll be held for contempt until dealt with by another judge

in due course. Will the police officers take them out?

You can't do that, they've got families to look after!

- What's your name, madam? - Mrs Coffee, Dave's grandmother.

Well, Mrs Coffee, unless you want to join them,

you will apologise to the court as well.

Like hell I will. You'll rot in hell for what you've just done.

I may well do that, but in the meanwhile, you will go to prison.

- Take her out. - Get off me. I hope you get cancer!

Get off me!

I can't be here. I've got to go to the hospital.

Look what he done. Put him in jail! He assaulted me, you saw that!

I saw now such thing, Mr Balfe.

All I saw was you attacking a juror who righteously defended himself.

I'm sure the prison medical authorities can easily deal with that,

because that's where you're going.

First of all, I would like an apology from each of you for your contempt.

- What's that, a joke? - He's a joker, man.

I'm very sorry, sir. I am.

Thank you, Mr Rudkin.

I'm going to want further reports on Rudkin.

Can we have him back for sentencing in three weeks?

- Yes, my lord. The 29th? - 29th, yeah.

It gives me no pleasure in giving you each a life sentence,

as I am bound to, for murder.

That means that you will each serve 30 years in prison.

Take them down.

Jo.

- You collecting Michael? - Yeah, I don't want to be late.

- Can I give you a lift? I'd like to. - Are you sure, John?

He badly needs people in his life who are constant.

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