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[THEME MUSIC]

[BIRDS CAWING]

[WHISPERING]

[KEYS JANGLING]

[DOOR THUDDING]

I've been asked to pass on a message

from the dead boy's family.

It goes something like this.

REPORTER [ON TV]: Now, the trial continues today

at the Old Bailey of a young Sikh schoolboy accused

of the murder of his classmate.

Oh my.

I came as fast as I could.

I want you to know this is because the childminder is

still sick.

This is for one day only.

Right.

Come on, lovely.

OK.

Oh, shush.

The most important thing is routine.

Stick to the routine. Bed at 1:00.

She sleeps for two hours.

If she's still asleep at 3:00, wake her up and put her

straight on the potty.

Food.

Rice and vegetables.

If she gets hungry between meals, fruit or yogurt,

nothing else.

If you go to the playground around 11:00,

that's when most of the other mums go.

And people will know her.

Conversations will start.

At the playground be careful on the steps,

but she can do swings and slides on her own.

She likes feeding ducks, but be careful

'cause the ducks approach her.

Any questions?

Yeah, just one.

Where did you learn to be such a good mother?

Books.

Goodbye, Joy.

No.

[SIGHING] Nice.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[MEN SHOUTING]

Let us pray for the sick and infirm that they may again

enjoy good health, and for a colleague who

has gone into the outside world that he

may find answers to his questions and peace

in his heart.

Isabel Fitzsimmons, please.

You don't.

Fitzsimmons.

Hello?

F-I-T-Z. Hello?

Hey, it's my turn to have that.

No!

You had it yesterday, didn't you?

I didn't tell you, did I, who I saw yesterday?

No.

Charlie, the white shirt.

Mark Waters.

What?

Yeah.

I thought that's how you'd react.

Boys, go and brush your teeth.

[LAUGHING]

He's serving as a juror on another trial.

Are you sure it's him?

Yeah.

And-- he's grown a beard and he looked smaller, shrunken,

but I recognized him straight away.

Of course he tried to deny it.

Said I made a mistake.

But it was him, all right.

And?

And what?

Didn't you at least hit him?

What?

After what that man did to us.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SHOUTING]

Get on!

[SHOUTING]

Is that more dry cleaning?

No, just some shoes sending in for repair.

[SOFT MUSIC]

Oh!

Bastard!

[SHOUTING] - Leave it!

- Leave him. - It's OK.

Let him go! I'll kill him!

- Calm down, calm down. - Leave it, now.

Come on.

Thank you, Officers.

It was my fault. Leave him, please.

I won't be pressing charges.

It's all right.

Please.

[SOFT MUSIC]

All rise.

Mr. Lewis.

Thank you, my lord.

Would you give the court your full name, please?

David William Hind.

And your occupation, Mr. Hind?

I'm a professional dog walker.

LEWIS: Is this a job that takes you

onto Manning Heath every morning?

DAVID: Yes, it is.

LEWIS: So we can assume you were also walking your dogs

on the 15th of May last year?

Yes.

Yes, I was.

It's a day I won't forget in a hurry.

Would you tell the court what happened?

Yes.

Uh, I collected my dogs as usual, around 7:15.

We went onto the Heath following our usual route along the path.

LEWIS: Now, this would be what time?

DAVID: Um-- about 20 to 8:00.

Thank you.

Please continue.

When suddenly, out of nowhere, a person

ran right across my path.

[DOGS BARKING]

Now, this person, was there anything

that distinguished them so that you might remember them?

Oh, I should say.

This person was unforgettable.

Why is that?

He was carrying a sword.

[DOGS BARKING]

Running and carrying a sword?

No attempt made to conceal the weapon?

No.

Part of me thought it must be some kind of joke.

A kid in school uniform with a sword.

Now, in which direction did he go?

Um, he went left to right across me,

so that would be north.

In the direction of the cops?

Correct.

Position A on your map.

A large golden retriever.

She needs a lot of exercise, so we go for a walk together

most mornings.

And the morning of the 15th of May last year--

Was no exception.

LEWIS: Could you tell the court what

you remember of that morning?

Certainly.

[CLEARS THROAT]

We were walking across the Heath along our usual route when

Molly-- uh, that's my dog--

started barking and tugging in one direction.

That's not unusual in itself.

She sometimes chases squirrels or other dogs.

But this was different.

[BARKING]

She led me through trees, which is where we found--

[GASPS]

That's all right.

Take your time.

I'm sorry.

It was so awful.

What was so awful, Ms. Thurloe?

The body.

[SCREAMING]

And beside it, what looked like a large sword.

Is this the sword?

[WOMAN GASPING]

Yes.

And is this the body?

Yes.

Thank you.

When did the emergency services receive

the call for assistance?

We received the call at 8:16.

We arrived at the scene at 8:30 and immediately

attempted resuscitation.

Come on.

Come on.

Could you describe the injuries as you found them?

There were deep cuts along his arms and torso.

There was a slash to his neck through his esophagus.

Further injuries include what looked like a blow

to the back of the head and defense wounds to his forearms,

uh, here and here.

So what was your procedure?

After attempting resuscitation,

I called ahead to the hospital.

But it was too late.

The injuries were too severe.

The victim was pronounced dead in hospital at 9:22,

and his body was taken to the morgue.

The arrest was made when the defendant

was attempting to board a Eurostar

train without a valid ticket.

He was taken to the Waterloo police station.

And you were the interviewing officer, is that correct?

That is correct.

Now, how would you describe the defendant's conduct

throughout the interview?

Silence, sir.

What?

Completely silent?

Yes, sir.

Never protested his innocence?

Not once.

Did he give any explanation as to why he was on the Heath

at the time of the murder and why

subsequently he disposed of his uniform and had his hair cut?

No.

And what, as an experienced police officer,

would you read into that?

Put it like this.

I've interviewed hundreds of people in my time,

and not once have I known an innocent person

not to protest their innocence.

My lord.

Mr. Lewis.

I think we understand the inference.

Thank you.

No further questions.

[WHISPERING]

I call Mr. John Thorpe.

I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I shall give

shall be the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth.

Mr. Thorpe, good afternoon to you.

Good afternoon, sir.

Mr. Thorpe, you have been in part-time

employment as a road traffic safety operative for 10 years?

Correct.

I believe there's another more widely used name for your job.

- Lollipop man. - Good job.

Must give you great satisfaction.

Great satisfaction, sir.

And of those 10 years, some 6 have been spent

outside St. Thomas's school?

Correct.

Is it true that you were working

there on the 15th of May?

Yes.

Would you tell the court what you saw that day?

Well, I was stationed, as usual,

at the pedestrian crossing--

Yes, in your statement you said you saw the defendant

running from the Heath.

That's correct, yes.

LEWIS: At approximately what time was that?

7:51.

I know because I remember thinking, he's in a hurry,

and then checking my watch and thinking, what's his problem?

And then I saw it.

What did you see?

The blood.

LEWIS: What blood?

The blood on his shirt.

You saw blood on the defendant's shirt?

Yes, sir.

All over his chest, here and here.

Did he appear wounded?

No.

But by his behavior, it was clear something was up.

And how would you describe his behavior?

JOHN: Well, he ran straight across the road

without looking.

It can be very dangerous that time of the morning.

So, distressed and irrational--

My learned friend Mr. Lewis is putting

words into the witness' mouth.

I agree.

Mr. Lewis, in relation to your last question,

you were leading the witness.

Sorry, my lord.

So taking all these elements into consideration,

what did you conclude at the time?

Well, blood, distressed, irrational behavior.

Doesn't look good, does it?

LEWIS: Thank you, Mr. Thorpe.

[MURMURING]

2 o'clock, please.

All rise.

Clear the public gallery, please.

[SHOUTING]

MAN: What do we want? CROWD: Justice!

MAN: When do we want it? CROWD: Now!

MAN: What do we want? CROWD: Justice!

MAN: When do we want it? CROWD: Now!

MAN: What do we want? CROWD: Justice!

MAN: When do we want it? CROWD: Now!

MAN: What do we want? CROWD: Justice!

MAN: When do we want it? CROWD: Now!

MAN: What do we want? CROWD: Justice!

MAN: When do we want it? CROWD: Now!

MAN: What do we want? CROWD: Justice!

MAN: When do we want it? CROWD: Now!

MAN: What do we want? CROWD: Justice!

MAN: When do we want it? CROWD: Now!

MAN: What do we want? CROWD: Justice!

MAN: When do we want it?

CROWD: Now!

[MUSIC - COLDPLAY, "YELLOW"]

So, us two again, eh?

It's kind of-- kind of funny, isn't it, you know,

how people are thrown together?

I read that-- you know that-- that jury

booklet that they gave us.

Do you know that there's a government

computer that takes the electoral roll

and selects us at random?

Handpicked from millions.

Exactly.

Selected by fate.

So what do you do, uh, when you're not being a juror?

Uh, I, uh--

well, I'm resting there, you know, taking--

taking time out.

But I normally-- I work in the building game.

A bit of electrical work--

and carpentry-- and, uh, bricklaying as well.

You've earned your rest.

You must be exhausted.

Actually, I'm just getting over a spell of bad health.

Nothing catchy, I hope.

No.

Too much booze.

Sorry.

Oh, no, I'm all right now.

I mean, that's behind me now.

Good.

I cannot believe I just did that.

What?

Blurted everything out like that.

I've just sat down.

Is that bad?

Bad?

It's pathetic.

I think it's good.

Come on.

I wish I could do that.

[LAUGHING] Come on.

I never say anything about myself.

All right, well go on then.

Wouldn't know where to start.

Anything, I don't know.

Like, OK-- we already know some things about you, right?

Like, you enjoy bubble baths.

[LAUGHS]

And-- and-- well, you have no pets.

OK, what age are you?

You can't ask me that.

Oh, no, you're right.

Ah, shit.

OK, um, what is-- what--

erm-- what's your surname?

Surname?

How about your-- uh-- your favorite color?

Um, Davies.

L-- lilac.

It's been a while since you chatted someone up.

It was a while ago.

Why, does it show?

It's a bit creaky.

All right, OK.

What do you do for a living?

Beautician.

A beautician?

Oh, that's cruel.

Why?

Oh, no, being more beautiful than all the people

that come to you.

I'm looking for Isabel Fitzsimmons.

F-I-T. She used to work for you.

You don't.

Really.

OK, thanks-- thanks.

[CLEARING THROAT]

Sorry, Father.

I know you want to be on your own,

but I thought I can offer you some moral support--

Will you stop calling me Father?

I haven't taken my vows and I probably never will.

With regard to your moral support,

it's the first week of the trial.

I believe I can cope.

No, it's not about the trial.

No, it's this article.

It says that "men applying to become priests are down 40%."

If I look surprised, Elsie, it's

that anyone still bothers to apply for the priesthood

at all.

Oh, how can you say that.

Well, it's not much of a life, is it?

To go from a world full of opportunity and excitement

to being laughed at in the streets, treated like a freak.

People you've never met throwing insults at you.

Did you know that accompanying each new application

for the priesthood comes a warning

of the abuse the student is likely to receive?

Oh dear.

You poor thing.

No need to feel pity.

It's good news.

People turn to priests at a time of pain, trauma.

The falling figures show there's greater happiness in the world.

No.

No, there's pain everywhere.

Pain doesn't go away.

Especially when there's no principles.

Look at all the families falling apart.

And who would you have to teach people about families?

A bunch of maladjusted, Latin-speaking celibates

twisted with regret about the choice they've made?

Oh, my goodness.

Is that how you feel?

Yes, I think it is.

No, no, no.

Don't get up.

Good news.

We've heard from the school liaison officer, one--

[INAUDIBLE]

Thank you.

She's prepared to appear as a witness.

Who?

The school liaison officer.

It's-- it's another name for a-- a counselor, someone the kids

can talk to in confidence.

Duvinder spoke to such a person?

Hmm, apparently, yes, on-- on a number of occasions.

You didn't know?

No.

Well, she's happy to give character evidence.

She's convinced that Duvinder didn't do this.

I see.

And that's not all.

Do you remember last time we mentioned

a lead we were pursuing?

Hmm?

Oh, yes.

Well, it turns out that there was

a full-blown violent assault on the Heath that morning.

Yeah, but what's important is that the police never

picked up on it.

Even the timing's right for us.

20 minutes before the murder.

Now, if we can show that the police knew about this attack

but didn't question the perpetrator in connection

with this murder, then.

My son spoke to a counselor?

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

Mr. Cording.

Um-- Mr. uh, Thorpe.

I'm a little confused.

Now, just so that I understand, where exactly was

the accused when you saw him?

Right opposite the main crossing.

On the north side.

Then running from the Heath down in the direction

of the High Street.

I see.

And-- and on what side of the road were you?

The south side.

So that, uh, would mean 75 yards away.

I suppose.

Now, when you saw him, you immediately

mentioned the blood.

I'm curious, was that your first thought?

Goodness, that's blood?

No, my-- my first sort of thought would have been,

gosh, he's in a hurry.

Ah, I see.

So at what point did you think, gosh, that's blood?

Well, afterwards, I suppose.

After they had told you what had happened?

Well, yes, but--

So you saw the accused on the 15th of May

and you thought nothing of it.

And then two days later when you gave your statement

to the police and you knew about John Mayer's murder,

you decided that it was blood you'd seen.

No--

But up until that moment, you hadn't

actually thought it was blood.

Uh, no, but it was obvious--

Mr. Thorpe, you've already told us that you worked

outside that school for years.

Six years I think you said.

Yes, six years.

Yes.

So you're very familiar with the school and its customs.

Yes, I think so.

Yes.

Oh, you're aware then that at St. Thomas's, children

of exceptional ability are marked

out from the other children by wearing different colored ties.

Oh, yes.

Sport is green, I know that.

And art is yellow.

And scholars, Mr. Thorpe?

Are red.

Correct.

Bright red.

Blood red, you might almost say.

Were you aware that Duvinder Singh was a scholar?

No.

No, I wasn't.

Now, from a distance of 80 yards,

can you be certain that what you saw was blood?

Certain?

I--

Can you be absolutely certain that what you saw wasn't a tie?

I think so, yes.

I think so is not good enough, Mr. Thorpe.

And I would remind you that you are under oath.

I believe that what I saw was blood.

CORDING: But it's possible, isn't it?

- I don't know-- - It's possible that it wasn't.

I don't know.

Yes or no, Mr. Thorpe.

All right, yes, it's possible.

CORDING: Thank you, Mr. Thorpe.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SHOUTING]

Father Charles.

Father Charles.

Jeremy, wait!

Look, I know you're angry, but listen.

I've got nothing to say to you, Mark.

Wait.

If we're both serving as jurors, then we're going

to bump into one another again.

Now, let's just get it out into the open, OK?

One cup of coffee.

For old time's sake?

The first couple of years, it wouldn't have been a punch.

I'd have killed you.

I understand.

No.

No, you don't understand, Mark.

It devastated us, destroyed us.

You know, it was never my money.

What?

No.

It was Fiona's.

All of it.

The house, the savings.

She had no idea.

Oh, for God's sake, man.

Why did you do it?

Because you said it was a dead cert.

We lost everything.

One of my boys developed asthma.

Fiona lost whole chunks of her hair.

Long sheaths of-- of-- that-- that beautiful hair

just fell out.

We live like gypsies in a one-room apartment.

We don't entertain, so we don't see friends.

We don't go on holidays.

We seem to be permanently standing

in one queue or another getting handouts from one

State Department or another.

Two able-bodied, intelligent adults.

Depressed.

Diminished.

Dissolute.

You knew, didn't you?

You-- you saw it coming, and you never

called and told me to sell.

That day-- it was crazy.

I had to get my money out first, and then

David's, then Charles's.

I meant to get to yours, but--

You-- you just didn't get around to it, did you?

Yes.

And-- and now you-- you want to clear things

up and put things behind us.

How do you sleep at night?

I don't.

Right, who's this?

Charles Gore.

He's staying in a hotel in King's Cross.

He had dinner alone last night in a local pizza restaurant.

Went in 8:45, come out 9:35.

He spent his time reading the newspaper.

It was "The Guardian."

What pizza did he have?

- I don't know. - Well, it's important.

Did he have mushrooms, pepperonis, anchovies, what?

You want me to find out?

Of course I don't, you fucking prat.

Well done, good work.

[PHONE RINGING]

Who's [INAUDIBLE]?

Marcia Thomas.

It's on the Barryfield's estate, North London.

She's got one daughter.

Where's the father?

No sight.

My guess they live apart.

Women living on their own.

I think we just found our first target.

Hiya.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[NURSERY MUSIC]

Mummy.

Ah.

We-- we did food at 3:00, park at 11:00, and games at 12:00.

And we made these.

And sleep?

Oh, uh, we didn't get any sleep.

Look, look.

I know everything was in the wrong order

and the place looks a mess, and I

know that routine is important.

But look, she's OK.

Come on.

Also, Sandy the childminder rang.

She's still sick with fever.

Dr. Harris is ready to see you now.

Elsie Beamish.

Look up for me, please.

And down.

Where's Dr. Phillips?

He's away.

I'm the locum, Dr. Singh Nirmal.

Here for a month.

Look to the left.

And to the right.

And you say it started with a headache?

Yes.

Then you felt loss of balance?

Mm-hm.

The headache, the front of the head or the back?

Front.

A dull pain or sharp?

Sharp, I suppose.

And you never saw Dr. Phillips about this?

Oh, yes.

He gave me some pills.

Gosh.

And you still feel the headaches?

Mm.

I see.

I'd like to take a closer look.

I'm going to need you to do a scan.

Oh. But you know I'm in court.

Don't worry, they'll fit it in around you.

It's in Charlsies.

I'll ring ahead and make an appointment.

Sometimes there can be some waiting around.

Is there anyone you'd like to take with you?

Member of family, close friend?

There's no one.

Yes, we can, 'cause we did it before.

You know we did.

Exactly.

Sorry, I'll-- I'll call you back.

Charles Gore.

Jesus.

How the hell are you?

Sorry, that was-- must have been blasphemy.

No, no, I forgive you.

What are you-- so what are you?

What is it, Father Charles now?

Or Bishop or Cardinal or something like that?

You always were the fast track type.

Actually, it's neither.

I walked out.

Frankly, I'm not surprised.

You're way too good for it, Charles.

Look at the facts.

In the past priests had power, prestige, influence.

It was highly desirable, socially advantageous

employment, so it attracted the best.

Nowadays it's a scourge.

Who does it attract?

Bunch of losers, outcasts, underachievers.

It's been like that for 20 years and it's getting worse.

So who needs religion?

That's not why I left, Sebastian.

Why then?

What, you want your old job back?

Excellent.

Take it, it's yours.

We can unite the old team.

There's a fortune to be made out there, Charles.

And God knows none of your replacements

have been half as good.

No, it's not that either.

Why is it then?

It's Isabel.

I've come back for her.

I can't shake her off.

God knows I've tried.

I still love her, Sebastian.

If I didn't know it then, I certainly know it now.

I know I walked out on her and I know I've got to work

hard to get her back again.

But the truth is, I want to try again.

If only I could find her. She must have moved.

Which is why I've come.

You're my two closest friends in the world.

I thought the two of you might have kept in touch.

What's the matter?

Yeah, we did--

I don't know how to put this.

Except when you left--

you know, when you just walked out on Isabel like that,

it devastated her.

What?

Actually-- actually both of us.

I don't-- I don't know, maybe we sought

consolation from each other, I suppose,

and one thing led to another.

No, w-- w-- what are you saying?

I'm saying that Isabel and I are seeing each other now,

Charles.

We have been for some time.

In fact, we're engaged.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[INAUDIBLE], Len.

Come on, Len, I'm tired.

You look nice.

Not now, Len.

I'm not in the mood.

Sorry.

I'm tired.

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

Come on.

How'd it go today?

OK.

Difficult. Got to get some more cream.

[DOOR THUDDING]

Len, I'm sorry.

I'm being unreasonable.

Let's talk.

OK, let me ask you a question.

Don't worry, it's not about the trial.

Are things going bad again?

You know, all them feelings you had

after the accident, all that suffocation living with me.

You still feeling trapped?

No.

Good.

'Cause why don't you let me know so we could do something

about it rather than--

What?

Well, rather than you doing something on your own.

Like what?

I don't know.

You tell me.

No.

I'm fine.

Well, that's, uh--

that's good.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

GROUP: [SINGING] Happy birthday, dear Marion.

Happy birthday to you.

[APPLAUSE AND LAUGHTER]

Bravo.

Isn't that lovely?

[LAUGHTER]

Yes, yes.

Go on, go on.

Oh!

[APPLAUSE AND LAUGHTER]

Thank you.

And of course, delighted as I am to be here on my daughter's

birthday, I'd be lying if I pretended

I wasn't at least as interested in hearing

more about Peter's court case.

Oh, yes.

Last time the prosecution had just

opened with their statement.

Oh, really, I--

I can't.

Latest from the jury bench, Peter, please.

You do realize this is totally unethical?

Of course.

But in a trial like this, a juror has to, um--

unload his stress somehow.

So I vote we grant Peter his ethical amnesty

in return for our word of honor that what he reveals

goes no further.

Agreed? - Yeah, agreed.

Agreed.

Agreed.

Well, uh-- today we saw witnesses in the morning,

uh, people who'd seen the boy on the way to the Heath.

Uh, this being Manning Heath, East London?

Yes.

Uh, Eleanor, you bought a local map on your way home

tonight? - Here.

- Yes. - We circled the Heath.

So roughly where, Peter, would you say was the temple?

That's on Grainger Street.

Got it.

Here.

So-- he would have walked all along this road.

And then on to the Heath.

And on to the Heath.

Yes.

It's extraordinary.

The boy had a clear motive and intent.

He was spotted going to the scene and running away.

There was blood on the shirt.

And this is on trial.

Costing hundreds of thousands, wasting taxpayers' money.

Actually, to be fair, we haven't heard the defense yet.

Oh, well that's obvious.

They'll try to fudge the whole thing with race.

Did you say the QC was George Cording?

Yes, I did--

Well, he's a wily old trot.

He'll turn it into some Pakistani victimization

thing straight away. - The boy is Sikh.

Oh, there you are.

Aren't they known to be warriors?

I'm sorry, I don't think--

See, that's the problem with this positive discrimination.

It's gone too far.

God forbid that this kid should have been Jewish.

No offense, Peter, but suddenly this would no longer have

been a thing about bullying.

It would have been about the Holocaust.

Why don't people just accept that Jews

and Sikhs commit crimes too?

Are the rest of the jurors mostly black or unemployed,

I should guess?

Why they think these jurors are representative of society,

I don't know.

20 years ago, perhaps.

But nowadays the only thing they represent

is people with nothing better to do.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

The old man rumbled along the road.

[INAUDIBLE]

Yes, [INAUDIBLE].

So the old man rumbled along the road in his car.

Brrm.

[LAUGHING]

Thank you very much, but I'm very, very tired.

Night-night.

Goodnight.

RUBY: [LAUGHING]

I always thought I'd be the first to go, you know, Barbara.

Life is short, isn't it? - Yeah.

JIM ROYLE [ON TV]: Not short enough for my liking.

[LAUGHING]

NORMA SPEAKMAN [ON TV]: She had all her live ahead of her.

Never wanted for anything, dear Elsie.

[LAUGHING]

Just going to the shop.

Did you want anything?

NORMA SPEAKMAN [ON TV]: I don't know how I'll be able to sleep

tonight without Elsie.

God rest her soul.

[HAUNTING MUSIC]

[GLASS RATTLING]

- Thanks. - OK.

Bye.

Bye.

[GRASS RUSTLING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

Hello?

[GLASS SHATTERING]

[SCREAMING]

[PHONE RINGING]

[CRYING]

Hello?

MAN [ON PHONE]: Good evening, Marcia.

Hello, who is this?

It's all right.

MAN [ON PHONE]: Don't you worry about that.

Just want to make sure you understand.

The Paki.

He's guilty.

Who is this?

MAN [ON PHONE]: No sympathy for the nigger.

Nigger.

[PHONE CLICKING]

Hello?

[CRYING]

[HAUNTING MUSIC]

[THEME MUSIC]