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CAR HORN TOOTS

I ran Marcus Calderwood off the road.

But you know that.

You don't know the whole story, though. Why did you have

such animosity towards him?

I attended a crash. Car T-boned, went under a lorry.

Please, please, where's an ambulance? Stay with me, Daniella!

I kept on telling her she was all right.

But she wasn't. She was only on that road because of them.

I will not apologise for the inconvenience caused

to a privileged few.

It can't be Marcus's bike. Well, why not?

It's got both pedals, look.

Who's that? Marcus's neighbour.

We had common interests, but murder was not one of them.

I cannot believe a man like Justin would do anything that would

jeopardise his home and family life.

Who's behind this blog?

It's anonymous and almost certainly encrypted.

They're obviously getting their information from somewhere.

We need to tread carefully with the blog.

The one thing I do know is that Whitley knew Justin had issues.

He'd been reported by colleagues and he did nothing.

He was always gambling - crazy bets.

I wanted us to have a family together.

I lost it. I lost my baby, OK?

I don't believe that you losing your baby had no impact on you,

given the circumstances.

There's a tiny chance...

A cop playing the mental health card, last minute? No chance.

Apparently, your sister's decided to eliminate all negative

forces from her life, and you're top of the list.

Yeah, you say you don't need me while, at the same time,

threatening me with this rubbish!

Classic gaslighting.

Mum, use your influence to stop her.

I am not sure that I have any power, really.

How could you?! How could you even think about leaving me after Mum?

Mani, stop!

Argh! Mani, Mani, please, please come!

No, wait!

We have to see the judge. He's changing his plea.

Yes! Good. God! To manslaughter by reason of diminished responsibility.

What? No. No way. He's a murderer.

This is a cynical manoeuvre by the defendant in the face

of Sandra Vodanovic's evidence.

We have new evidence - that the police knew

that Justin was vulnerable and failed to act

after several missed psychiatric appraisals.

Well, that is certainly significant.

There is simply not enough time to obtain the necessary

psychiatric reports without dismissing the jury

and starting the whole thing again.

It is possible to do,

if we send the jury home for two weeks.

Your dad's out at the minute.

Why do you think I came now?

Thanks for keeping an eye on him.

Of course.

Mum gave him this.

Right.

I mean, she brought it back from Tel Aviv once - kind of a joke for him.

Yeah, your dad loves that sort of thing.

You want a coffee?

He feels terrible, you know.

I know. He said.

The pain of my mum will never go away.

I'll have it all my life.

I can only imagine.

And after everything we've been through together,

after holding on

and keeping each other going...

..he was just going to do the same thing to me again.

But, you know, we don't know what he was thinking.

Anyway, he says it wasn't anything

other than a bit of online curiosity.

He was searching how... how to kill himself.

Without pain. How about top-ten yoga retreats

or a Substack about the gender wars?

Fair play. Yeah. I'd probably make for the exit, too.

But, still... I know.

And I get it.

He gets it, too.

Don't punish him or yourself, though.

He is suffering, Mani.

It wasn't like I thought he was

going to do it there and then.

The fact that I could meant it was probably less likely that I would.

Yeah, I understand that. Yeah. Yeah.

Even cheered me up a little bit.

It wasn't until I almost got decapitated by a flying

laptop - which would have been funny under the circumstances.

Well, suicidal ideation is not funny.

And neither is the damage to a precious relationship.

You love your son.

Yeah. HE SOBS

I do.

Very much.

Oh!

Ah. And he loves you.

Remember that - when you're being hard on yourself, Sam. Yes?

Yeah.

He loves you and you are deserving of his love.

Oh, come on!

You know that benzodiazepines can sometimes

trigger these kind of episodes?

I'm sick of them.

I want to get off 'em.

Yeah, I think we should try a different

anti-anxiety medication that might make you

a wee bit drowsier at night.

So when does the trial start again?

Tomorrow.

It's the battle of the shrinks.

But the jury could still find him guilty of murder, right?

Yeah. Yeah. The murder charge is still on the indictment,

er, because the prosecution haven't accepted our manslaughter plea.

It's, er, whether or not he gets a life sentence.

I must confess to being obsessed with this trial.

And at least there is a greater awareness of mental health

these days. Oh, my God, yeah. It's all anyone's talking about.

Oh.

Wendy will, er, send an invoice to your email.

Thank you.

Just leave it there.

Hi, I wonder if you can help me?

No way!

Er... Felix motherfucking Owusu, man!

Oh! So you're here for a bike, then, bro?

Smart manoeuvres, but you knew that, right?

Now, let's see what I can do for you.

I'm going with a hybrid, am I right?

Not exactly, no.

I'm trying to find out about

a purchase of some bike pedals last October.

I wasn't working here then, bro. Ah. But I can ask Big Tom.

Yeah. That would be great. Yeah?

Right, wait there, bro.

Felix motherfucking Owusu? HE LAUGHS

I'm going to get some personalised stationery made up.

But Big Tom knew Norris?

Yeah, they had customer details of services carried out

on his mountain bikes.

And there were stock references relating to the sale of a set

of pedals matching those on the bike they found in the lake.

A purchase made the day after the hit-and-run.

Credit card details would be too good?

It would. Cash purchase.

CCTV footage?

Uh-uh. Wiped every week.

So you have no evidence

as to who purchased these pedals?

Well, it definitely wasn't Patrick Norris.

So, then?

It was a woman.

And he remembers her as having an accent.

Maybe Spanish or Italian.

The wife.

Matched the description.

He's 90% certain.

OK, so, number one, Justin's pleading guilty

to actually doing it. Doesn't mean he did it alone.

But who does that help?

Defence are claiming a moment of madness,

and an accomplice suggests planning.

And the prosecution won't want to muddy the water - especially as

the evidence probably isn't strong enough to charge anybody else.

Which is why I'm going to make the blog a bit more visible and take

our evidence outside court as soon as the trial restarts tomorrow.

I don't think that's a very good idea, Felix.

Contempt of court, contempt of court -

you're like a bloody parrot, Helen.

You want the mainstream press to pick up on this, don't you?

You want the contempt of court to become the story.

More than one way to skin a cat.

Yeah, but I'll get skinned as well.

They already know you have inside information. It's just a matter of time.

I'd never divulge a source.

If you do this, they will certainly find out.

You're jeopardising a massive trial.

It was never my intention... There's a bigger picture.

Bigger picture, bigger picture - you sound like a bloody parrot, Felix.

That doesn't mean there isn't a bigger picture.

I urge you not to do this.

Name? Sam Malik. Thank you.

You look like shit, mate.

Yeah.

I'm turning into you. SAM LAUGHS

Sleep's messed up as well, which is a first for Justin.

State of us, eh?

I'm still just Premium Economy looking at you through the curtain.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah. In every sense, Justin.

How'd it go with the prosecution's psychiatrist?

As you'd expect. They're not paid to find in my favour.

No.

Justin, er...

..do you want to tell me something -

about Norris?

Oh, do I want to tell you something about Norris?

Yeah. Yeah.

Felix Owusu's consistently alleged his involvement.

I know. Like, change the record, Felix!

Yeah, I bet they do. He dug up footage of Marcus at

a cycle protest.

And, er, the stills show the pedals that match the one that the police

found. Yeah, and lost. Right.

But they don't match the pedals on the bike in the lake.

Maybe Marcus changed them.

You know what cyclists are like -

always fiddling with their kit.

What happened with the bike, Justin?

The prosecution will go hard on premeditation and evidence tampering.

I didn't notice the pedals when I picked it up. When you threw it in the decoy pond?

Oh.

What?

Forget pedals.

Forget Norris.

My mind wasn't right.

And that's all that matters now.

Bullshit! He planned it, for a start, and he moved the body.

So it was not an impulsive act.

Most importantly, we've never denied that Justin was affected

by the Daniella Fielding incident. In fact, it's critical to our case.

And his behaviour, especially with regards to disposal of evidence,

shows that he was fully in control of his actions.

I think the jury will see this for exactly what it is -

a blatant attempt to move the goalposts after he was shown

to have manipulated his partner to dispose of evidence.

Playing the mental health card.

I'm a little uncomfortable with that phrase, even in the context... Sure, got it.

I'm not going to say it, obviously. But, in the end,

that is what the jury have to think.

Get out of town, you vicious little chancer,

you're not going to reduce your sentence that easily.

And in the end, it also still helps that he's a cop.

Because - and apologies if this upsets anybody's sensibilities -

but they are literally the last people to whom

anybody is going to extend the benefit of the doubt.

Well, I'm certainly not going to disagree with that.

The public are with us, as will be the jury.

It's got to be murder.

There has to be punishment.

Justice for Marcus! Justice for Marcus!

Justice for Marcus! Justice for Marcus!

As you can see behind me, there is a heavy police presence.

CROWD CONTINUE CHANTING

Hello. What's, er...

What's going on here? We've brought the evidence to the court.

Oh. I see that's, er... Yeah, contempt of court.

I know. I'm prepared to face the consequences.

Aha. Look, you know he's involved.

Well, he's not my client, so...

He's at the very least an accomplice.

I have evidence his wife bought the pedals that were fitted to the bike after the collision.

Well, you should definitely present that evidence to the police.

So they can ignore it like all the other evidence?

OK, well, keep up the good work, everyone.

Brilliant. Yeah, you're such a cynic!

Hey. Hey. I'm my own worst critic,

but I'm definitely not a cynic. See, you, the CPS,

you're all the same in the end -

two sides of the same coin.

None of you care about the truth.

Hear that? Two sides of the same coin.

Shut up, I'm a platinum card.

Justice for Marcus! Justice for Marcus!

Justice for Marcus! Justice for Marcus!

Justice for Marcus! Justice for Marcus!

We are here protesting the refusal of the British state

to properly investigate the death of a martyr

trying to save us from man-made extinction and genocide!

Keep it short, keep it serious. I've been in court before, you know.

Under no circumstances be facetious or flip.

Don't overcook it. No waterworks or pretending to throw up.

How about let Justin be Justin?

Oh, so you're saying you want a whole-life tariff?

Malik rides again! HE IMITATES GUNFIRE

Oh!

Felix Owusu revealed evidence today

about Norris outside the court.

He'll be telling the police as well.

Saying what? That his wife may have helped to dispose of the bike.

That was Elena, who you were...involved with.

When you're pleading not guilty, Norris was a card in our back

pocket as an alternative suspect.

Steer clear of the gambling metaphors.

But he might benefit the prosecution.

If they can show that you planned it with the help of others,

our new plea's blown out of the water.

They'll never get him.

That's the whole point of men like Norris.

There's only one person who could really bring him down.

And that could never happen.

Because that person would implicate himself?

That isn't the main reason, actually.

What's the main reason?

Right. It's time.

Should we be letting him anywhere near the witness box?

He's a performance artist,

an attention seeker,

and you've seen for yourself how he can shift shapes in the blink of an eye.

It's a risk. Yeah.

Yeah, and he's definitely becoming more...

..like he's watching himself and laughing at it all.

Well, he won't be laughing at a 30-year tariff,

if the judge takes against him.

Members of the jury,

I would like to thank you for your patience

and apologise for the delay in starting this morning.

I urge you once again to ignore anything you might come across

outside this court. All that matters is the evidence you hear from

the defence and the prosecution

and the witnesses that they see fit to call.

I would also like to thank you for your patience while the necessary

psychiatric reports were prepared in relation to the defendant.

You will shortly hear that evidence presented to you by the defence

and the prosecution.

The circumstances have changed,

but your job has not.

The defendant has pleaded guilty to manslaughter,

but the prosecution have not accepted this plea

and, therefore, there remains a charge of murder for you to decide upon.

OK, Ms Vodanovic.

I want to take you back to your time living with Mr Mitchell

and his state of mind following the accident he attended.

It was very bad.

I want to focus on the moment when you told him you were pregnant.

Yes.

How did he respond?

He said we should go out.

I thought he meant to a restaurant or something.

You didn't go to a restaurant?

No. Where did you go?

He drove down the motorway.

Did he stick to the speed limit?

No. He was doing over 100mph, at some points.

I... I begged him to slow down.

How did you feel?

Frightened.

I thought we were all going to die.

Do you recall where you were, at this point?

He drove to the spot where the lady had died.

He showed me where it had happened.

And then what?

And then we drove home.

And he said sorry.

And was this the Mr Mitchell you knew before the traffic

accident he attended?

No.

Definitely not.

Everything changed with that.

"I do solemnly, sincerely and truly declare

"and affirm that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth,

"the whole truth and nothing but the truth."

Mr Mitchell.

On the day of the 8th of October of last year, did you

leave your home with the intention of murdering Marcus Calderwood?

No.

How did you come to encounter him that day?

I went to his home.

Why?

So I had seen another SCG protest on TV which had stopped

an ambulance reaching a hospital.

How did that make you feel?

Upset. Angry.

Just rewinding for a second -

to when you absented yourself from the trip to the races with

your friends - and you posted an emoji of a giraffe.

Who did that refer to?

PC Kyle Jones.

Because giraffes have long, dark tongues and he was a management arse-licker.

Not Mr Calderwood? No.

I'd not even seen the news when I posted that.

Was there anything else going on in your life at that time?

My partner had just lost our baby.

I was feeling pretty on edge about everything.

OK.

And why did you go to Mr Calderwood's house?

I wanted him to take responsibility for his actions.

How did you imagine that happening?

I wasn't thinking clearly.

I just couldn't understand how they could keep doing this -

hurting innocent people.

And how did Mr Calderwood respond to your visit?

I'll be reporting you again for this harassment, PC Mitchell.

Yeah. Tell me about the comparative privilege of having a crank shaft through your gut?

Leave me alone. She wouldn't have died if it hadn't been for you.

She wouldn't have died if she'd paid attention to the road.

Right. No, we're not done.

You don't get to just ride off!

And you followed him?

Yeah.

Why?

I don't really know.

I was still so angry.

What was your intention?

I can't remember.

I didn't want to kill him.

I was angry that he wouldn't listen and I wanted him to understand

what I'd seen.

It was so frustrating - he wouldn't listen and didn't care.

And at what point exactly did you choose to hit him with your car?

I don't remember choosing.

The finger was the spark, really.

It summed up his attitude to everything. CAR HORN TOOTS

I kept hearing her voice in my head,

begging me not to let her die.

And...and his voice saying it was all her fault.

And something just snapped.

I closed my eyes and...

..I must have jammed down on the gas and smashed into him.

Following the collision, did you move Mr Calderwood?

No.

Did you try to hide him from view?

No. I thought he was dead.

I was worried somebody would come, so I picked up the bike

and the helmet and put them in my car.

And I... I drove off.

Let me be very clear...

..when you were pursuing Mr Calderwood, was there any point

when you formed the intention to cause him serious harm?

Not when I was going after him.

I genuinely can't remember the seconds before I hit him.

MURMURING IN COURT

Do you recall, Mr Mitchell, telling PC Becky Hollis that

a hit-and-run would be the best way to murder somebody?

No.

But I might have done.

They are notoriously difficult.

Now, you say that you did not move Mr Calderwood

after the impact with him.

I didn't. And yet we have heard

that the nature of his injuries mean

that it would have been quite impossible for him

to move himself down the verge and out of sight.

But that's one opinion, though.

And how am I supposed to prove it wasn't me?

Are you saying it was somebody else? No, I'm saying I can't prove a negative.

As a police officer, you know that moving or disposing of a body

is an aggravating factor in a murder.

Yeah. Did you move Mr Calderwood because you wanted him to suffer?

Please rephrase that.

The defendant has already said that he did not move Mr Calderwood.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Was it ever your intention to make Mr Calderwood

suffer in the same way as Daniella Fielding?

No. In spite of you having previously said

he might end up dying by the side of the road.

I said I'd hate for that to happen.

"Nice little bike you've got there, hate for anything to happen to it."

Mr Holmes.

So, you drive to the pond where you dispose of the bike and helmet?

Yeah. Where is the helmet camera, which was not found with the rest?

As far as I knew, it was in the pond as well.

Why didn't they find it, then?

I can't explain that.

There's rather a lot you can't explain, isn't there?

I wouldn't say a lot. What would you say?

I'd say I've seen things that you can only imagine.

But I am truly sorry for everything that happened.

For the people that I hurt.

Well, let's establish the facts before we consider your remorse.

Mr Calderwood has security cameras on the front of his property.

They did not pick up your encounter on the day of the collision.

Can you explain that?

We were probably out of range of them.

Or it never took place.

You have invented this encounter

because you know that, premeditation,

of which we have ample evidence, undermines your attempt

to present it as a sudden mental lapse.

No. It happened. You ambushed Mr Calderwood on the road,

knowing his movements from previous stalking of him.

There was no arrogant finger that triggered you.

He was probably terrified

and fleeing for his life.

You deliberately and callously

concealed his body from view,

gambling that nobody would discover him before his death.

You then put into motion a pre-prepared plan to conceal

the damage to your car by manipulating a partner that

you had already broken through your abusive

and your controlling behaviour.

That's the truth, isn't it, Mr Mitchell?

Nope. You only changed your plea when it was obvious

that Ms Vodanovic's evidence had destroyed your cover-up.

That's the truth, isn't it? No.

So Justin Mitchell - mad or bad?

Do you really want me to answer that?

There's a lot riding on it. Yeah.

Yeah, I'm well aware.

I get murder, we're looking at a lot of years piled on.

Being a cop.

Netting out the mitigation for acknowledged mental health

issues, I'd say 25 is your best hope -

if the judge is lenient.

Right.

And there's no light at the end of the tunnel there.

What would you consider to be light at the end of the tunnel?

If I get manslaughter - ten, max.

I'd still be younger than you are now.

A mere baby, then?

But 25 or more on segregation...

..I think then I'd have to carefully explore my options.

All my options.

Don't say that.

Don't say it.

So you've questioned Felix Owusu? What's he saying?

Repeated the stuff from outside court.

He has a witness who can ID Elena Norris

buying a set of pedals matching the ones found on the bike

the day after the attack. But at the most, though, that's perverting the course of justice.

Yeah, and it's not him, either.

What if Norris was involved in some way? Yeah. How, though?

I'm not buying the whole big-oil political assassination.

OK, but if the defence are running with manslaughter diminished

and we can show that Justin had a sidekick who also helped

tamper with evidence,

that would show the whole thing was planned.

Time for another little chat with the Norrises, I think.

That Owusu geezer wants to be a martyr.

Yeah, let's all just break the laws we disagree with. Ha, yeah!

I'm going to set fire to my boozer in protest at the genocidal

price of a pint of stout.

Well, the live blog from court was a smart move, though.

Everybody's reading him now.

Not the jury, hopefully.

I hope he gets a really angry old judge

whose piles are giving him gip.

If that was the right pedal we found at the site,

getting torn apart in court over its disappearance made me

question if I'm actually any good at this job.

If I'm not, I'm in a spot of bother.

I'm going to get some answers.

DOOR BELL RINGS

The hot liquid causes the mug to change, reflecting rising sea levels.

Oh, yeah! Look at the ice caps melting.

Ha-ha. Stops when the whole world's under water.

Just what you want with a nice cup of tea.

Frida bought it for me. She's thinking of doing Climate Studies.

DOOR BELL RINGS Oh.

Oh, what the fuck?

What the actual fuck, Mum?

I still have an irregular heartbeat.

So please don't shout.

You're utterly pathetic! You ghosted me because, what? Because I wouldn't look after your kids,

while you went to a party full of middle-aged wankers

reminiscing about those crazy nights in DC10 when it all went off!

Shows how much you know, you sanctimonious fucking bitch!

I wasn't angry with you because of that! So what were you angry about?

The fact that I was a red person with the audacity to hold down a paying job?

No, it was because you called me your half-sister - again -

to the barman. And you do it all the time to put me down.

What?!

You do, sweetheart. I've heard it.

Threatening to destroy my career?

I wasn't going to actually do it.

Oh, right, so nice to know that now, after a ton of sleepless nights.

Oh, no, poor you. Well, I suppose losing a job is something you've never had to worry about.

There it is again.

Actually, I was quite clear with Tamara on this one.

I mean, think of that poor asylum seeker -

I mean, who might suffer the consequences.

And you can fuck off as well, Mrs Jellyby! Only ever caring about

the wretched of the Earth and not your own children!

Fair. No. No, no, no, no, no!

Not at all fair.

You've both turned into thoroughly immature, selfish

and entitled individuals.

Thanks, Mum. Yeah, cheers, Mum.

But I do love you two girls.

You're deeply precious to me

and I want you to be happy.

I love you, too.

Don't know about the Queen of Sheba here, but...

I want you to reconcile.

Isn't there enough pain

and suffering in the world without our adding to it?

No cars.

The blinds are down.

Yeah. Maybe they saw the blog.

But fair play - would you want to live next door to a cult

that thinks you ran over their guru?

Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched?

I reckon they've dipped.

Yeah. We need a witness statement from the bike shop owner.

Hmm.

PHONE BUZZES

Fucking hell!

Must be bad if you're swearing.

He is watching us.

He's done a runner and he's taking the piss.

The trial of Justin Mitchell continues today

after chaotic scenes outside court yesterday.

The journalist Felix Owusu

displayed evidence he claimed the trial was overlooking -

a potential contempt of court,

for which he and several of his supporters were subsequently arrested.

Ecuador.

Mr and Mrs Norris flew out of the country on a chartered jet which

was privately rented from a high-end boutique company, paid for in cash.

Stopped off in Porto and Bogota. Who paid for it?

Also, the woman who chartered the plane was

an associate of a Mr Eddie Peterson, who also joined the flight.

And who's he? A known cocaine smuggler.

But was bizarrely acquitted two years ago

when the rest of his accomplices went down.

What everyone thinks of him,

Felix Owusu has been right about a lot of stuff.

Yeah, and Ecuador is kind of the new Colombia, isn't it?

It's rapidly turning into a narco state.

Norris and his wife are deep into that whole web.

If Justin goes down for murder, he might just decide

to take Norris under the bus with him. It's our only hope, really.

"I do solemnly, sincerely and truly declare and affirm

"that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth, the whole truth

"and nothing but the truth."

So, Dr Towler...

Now, you examined Mr Mitchell last week.

I'd like to ask you a few questions about your report.

By all means. Now, just for the benefit of the jury,

where do you begin your examination?

Tell me a little about your childhood, Justin.

It was all right.

You had to watch out for my dad if he was in one of his moods.

What brought on those moods?

Oh. Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug! HE BLOWS A RASPBERRY

I get on all right with him now he's dead, though.

And how about school?

It was all right, I suppose.

Bored, mostly.

Mr Mitchell is at the upper end of the intelligence scale.

Do you like reading, Justin?

Mostly nonfiction.

I prefer films, though.

Any particular genre?

No. I mean, I can't stand sci-fi and

I'd defund hobbits.

You prefer realism?

Justin's top three films, in no particular order -

Scarface, Heat and Blade Runner.

Now, I know what's coming next,

but I don't consider Blade Runner to be sci-fi.

He can appear confident and communicative,

extrovert.

Can appear? He has a performative tendency and a habit of illeism,

which means speaking of himself in the third person.

I believe Mr Mitchell uses both his intelligence

and an irreverent humour to mask other more disturbing feelings.

What kind of feelings?

Let's talk about the month leading up to the crime.

How would you describe your mood?

I'd... HE CLEARS THROAT

I'd say it was varied.

I found a number of indicators that suggest complex

post-traumatic stress disorder -

psychological hyperarousal,

mood swings,

reckless sexual behaviour,

flashbacks.

That was in addition to trauma experienced as a child witnessing

his father's alcoholism

and his own severe gambling addiction.

Now, did you also interview his partner, Ms Sandra Vodanovic?

I did. And what did you conclude from that?

Tell me about the drive down the motorway.

He said any of us could die at any moment.

He only had to make one movement of the steering wheel

and that would be over for all of us,

and the people we smashed into, who would never know why.

He fell further into a nihilistic world view.

The gambling worsened, his behaviour became more erratic.

He'd wake up shouting in the night about needing backup.

Sometimes, it's like I was there -

in the car with her again.

I could see the metal sticking into her body

and I... I know she's going to die.

Sometimes, I dream about the baby.

Weird stuff, though.

You know, like...

Like, um...

Um... That she gives birth to it and it survives

and I'm like the midwife and...

..and living and dying are all mixed up.

And you believed Marcus Calderwood was responsible for her death?

But he was.

How can there be any doubt about that?

In your opinion, Dr Towler, do you think

that the judgment of Mr Mitchell could have been so significantly

impaired when he ran Mr Calderwood off the road

as to prevent him from forming a rational judgment

and exercising self-control?

Yes.

And do you believe that there were significant warning signals

that would have warranted an intervention by his employers?

Undoubtedly.

I find it astonishing that there was no follow-up after

he failed to attend three appraisals.

Thank you, Dr Towler.

Dr Potts, you also carried out an assessment of Mr Mitchell

on behalf of the Crown.

Yes, that is correct.

Now, critical to the defence

is that Mr Mitchell was suffering from complex PTSD.

But what did you conclude from your interview with Mr Mitchell?

You kept on top of Mr Calderwood and the SCG in general?

Er, you checked their social media?

Um, it was something you took an active interest in?

Um, you, um, could say that.

Do you feel you needed the anger?

That is actually your first decent question, Doc.

And I don't know the answer.

I felt that Mr Mitchell was an intelligent man

with a sense of self-importance that he

believed allowed him to make decisions such as the penalty

Mr Calderwood should pay for Daniella Fielding's death.

He... He did not show avoidance of the trauma.

He returned to it repeatedly, he...

He...he sought it out.

There were indications of planning

and premeditation that are... are inconsistent

with a sudden loss of control.

Now, his behaviour following the incident did not...

..did not tally, either, with a man who had, er,

momentarily succumbed to a sudden collapse of rational faculties.

Rather than losing self-control,

he was deriving satisfaction

from playing judge and executioner.

Justice for Marcus! Justice for Marcus!

Justice for Marcus! Justice for Marcus!

CROWD CONTINUE CHANTING

CHEERING

Comrades and friends,

we have been charged with contempt of court

and will appear at a later date.

The killing of my friend Marcus Calderwood was a political

execution ordered by shadowy figures

who serve powerful interests.

I have to say I am now prepared to break the law,

if that is necessary to bring light to the shortcomings of this trial.

And if they imprison me, then so be it!

CHEERING Justice for Marcus!

Justice for Marcus! Justice for Marcus! Justice for Marcus!

Justice for Marcus! Justice for Marcus!

Hey, Helen, how's it going?

They've taken Felix's phone,

so they'll be reading his messages.

I didn't do it for money.

You're his source?

You know, it did vaguely cross my mind.

Why did you do it?

I did it because of Whitley and everything he represented.

Because, every time I tried to raise stuff in the past,

I was swatted away by him and his total cover-up mentality.

Like he'd let Justin harass Marcus Calderwood

and be unfit for service in full sight.

And because of the stupid rules. Any complaints I made about things

within the station were thrown straight back to be dealt with

by Whitley.

Even when I contacted the IOPC whistle-blower line,

I just, um...

..I just wanted to tell you first, rather than...

Jumping under the bus before you get pushed?

Yeah.

Justice for Marcus! Justice for Marcus!

Justice for Marcus!

Justice for Marcus! Justice for Marcus!

The jury will continue to deliberate in the trial of Justin Mitchell,

with the judge having indicated that he might...

A crime was committed. A martyr died!

There has to be justice.

How about punishing the people who destroy property

and ruin lives with their stupid protests?

Commit a crime, you've got to pay for it, otherwise where does it end?

Most of them are probably off work,

claiming benefits due to so-called mental health issues.

We have heard that Mr Mitchell is a gambler,

and this was perhaps his biggest thrill.

Could he get away with it?

We have heard clear medical evidence that Mr Mitchell

was suffering from complex PTSD

and that the SCG protest that he saw on television

triggered a catastrophic chain of results.

I trust that you, the jury, will respond in the clearest

possible way by delivering the only possible verdict.

Guilty...

..of murder.

You must also, members of the jury,

consider carefully the prosecution's argument of premeditation,

the moving of the body and the disposal of evidence.

Never give up, Justin.

There's always something to live for.

Never give up on life.

You all right?

Have you reached a verdict on which at least ten of you have agreed?

Yes, we have.

On the charge of murder,

do you find the defendant Justin Mitchell guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

Yes!

Mr Mitchell.

Good job! Thank you very, very much!

Mr Mitchell.

How many of you agreed with this verdict and how many disagreed?

Ten agreed and two disagreed.

Members of the jury, I commend you for your dedication.

This was a complex and distressing case and you've clearly

spent considerable thought and time on reaching your verdict.

The sentence for murder is life imprisonment.

I need to set the minimum term before you can be considered

for release by the parole board.

The starting point set out in statute for that minimum term

is 15 years.

There are a number of features which aggravate this offence -

premeditation, the suffering inflicted by you on your victim,

and your removal and disposal of evidence.

But above and beyond those important aggravating features

is the fact that, when you murdered Marcus Calderwood,

you were a serving police officer.

In acting as you did, you profoundly betrayed the faith the public

places in police officers. By your actions, you have not only

taken a life, you have reduced the trust the public

will have in police officers, making it more likely

that other crimes will go undetected,

leaving the victims of crime let down and the guilty unpunished.

There are some mitigating factors, including your obvious

struggles coming to terms with the outcome of a terrible road

accident you witnessed

and the failure of your employers to help you in that regard.

Taking all of those features into account,

the minimum term you will serve

before you can be considered for parole...

..will be 35 years.

The mitigation was paltry.

We can appeal the sentence. It doesn't matter.

No, no, wait, wait. The amount added for being a serving officer was

way too high. Stop it, Sam. No, listen.

The sentence was politically motivated, all right? Now, I...

..I know I can reduce the sentence...

Stop it! Sam, stop it!

I won't serve a single year in a cage! Justin, please, look...

You still don't know everything!

I want to tell you.

I've always wanted to tell you.

The prosecution brief was right.

About what?

I gambled and I lost.

It all came down to a bet.

Just not how he thought.

The bet was with Norris.

We both hated Marcus Calderwood for different reasons.

Norris kept going on about smashing him off his bike.

I owed Norris money.

If I won, it'd all be written off.

If I lost...

CAR HORN TOOTS

Felix Owusu.

He's actually right about a lot of shit.

Such as?

The pedal, for a start.

I never kicked him into the ditch.

I thought he was dead - as good as.

But he actually must have been confused

and dragged himself the wrong way.

But then I saw the pedal was gone

and I knew that spelled trouble.

Time was short and I was risking somebody with a dashcam going past.

I drove home with the bike in the back.

Why didn't you put it in the boot when Sandra took the car?

Too many eggs in one basket.

I told Norris he had to deal with it.

So he sent Elena to go and pick it up -

asked for the Go-Pro as a souvenir.

She put a new set of pedals on it, just in case.

Just in case what? In case it was ever found.

To confuse matters.

Which it did.

Although, fair play, they gave a big helping hand by losing the real one.

So Norris was behind it?

Mm.

He's serious stuff.

Got friends on both sides of the law - that's also true.

Got up to some wild shit in Latin America -

stories that shocked ME.

And he knows people you really don't want to fuck with.

I worried about Sandra.

That's it.

THAT'S it!

That's why you won't implicate him - even now.

I owe her that, at least -

after everything I put her through.

Well, he's got a bigger case to answer for than you, in many ways.

I nearly told you the whole thing.

Yeah. Nearly. Yeah.

I wanted to. Yeah, I know.

When you, um, when you sent me to the decoy pond.

There's one thing Owusu was completely wrong about.

There was no political execution.

It wasn't the deep state or big oil or the lizard people.

What was it, then?

Well...

Sometimes, you've got to remember the smaller picture.

Ah!

The tree.

Yep.

Oh, my God!

That tree. It ate him up.

He could afford to fly to Colombia on chartered jets, but...

..but paying a grand for ignoring a TPO

because of some meddling climate freak - forget it!

Justin.

Do you...

Do you feel any remorse?

For Marcus, I mean?

Um...

Well, he did kill Daniella and her unborn baby.

And I'll believe that till my dying day.

So, then...

..let's roll the credits on Justin and Sam.

Do me a favour.

Make sure Sandy's all right.

She's a lovely girl, really, and she deserved better than some twisted arsehole like me.

You do have PTSD, Justin.

And Norris manipulated it. Too late for all that.

Well, I'm going to warn them. Warn away.

A day, a week, a month tops.

Justin Mitchell sets his own tariff.

Yep!

Commiserations.

You put up a pretty good fight.

Yeah. Thanks.

Not good enough.

It was the right verdict.

Was it, though?

The tariff was higher than we expected.

He'll be, what - 65? - before he's out on licence?

DI Southgate is still going after Norris.

It's personal.

I certainly won't be defending him.

Wait, what? I thought I was talking to Sam Malik for a moment.

Mm.

He's a skunk.

It's hard to prosecute a foul stench.

Still, I can't think of a set of mild-mannered teeth

I'd rather not have in my ankle.

Southgate won't stop.

Godspeed, DI Southgate.

How's the family?

My sister and I are just about back on speaking terms.

Oh, good! Reconciliation.

I'm all up for that. Ah, I wouldn't go that far but,

yeah, baby steps.

Mum is much improved and off to teach in Canada.

Ah! Yeah, I knew you'd enjoy that. Oh, wow!

They'll be mad for her out there.

On whose unseeded First Nation lands, though?

I'm sure she'll factor it into her first lecture.

I hope you're not still buying pills on the internet.

There was talk of running you out of town.

I told Southgate to drop it.

Oh. Good.

Thanks. Well, what are enemies for?

Hiya.

Hi, Dad.

I'm truly sorry.

Yeah, I know.

Do you fancy a beer?

Yeah. That would be nice.

Come on, then.