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[MUSIC PLAYING]

[VOCALIZING]

[SINGING PRAYER]

[BABY SQUEALS]

[MURMURING]

[JANGLING]

[DOOR CLANGING]

On the witness stand today.

Give the evidence in front of all those people.

All those eyes watching you.

All those people just trying to work out,

did he do it or didn't he?

[ALARM BEEPING]

NEWSCASTER [ON RADIO]: --where the accused,

a 16-year-old schoolboy who cannot

be named for legal reasons, is expected to take the stand.

The growing influence of the--

Daddy?

Hmm?

What's that on your hand?

That's a bruise.

What happened?

I hit someone.

Mum, Dad hit someone.

Who?

Mark Waters.

You hit Mark Waters?

Yeah.

Oh, my god.

Mum, you say I can't hit Sam.

So why didn't you tell me?

I didn't? Huh?

Oh.

What is there to tell?

It's done.

Who's Mark Waters?

BOTH: Mind your own business.

So when did this happen?

Oh, I--

I saw him in the lobby.

I hit him.

He tried to apologize.

I told him I wasn't interested.

And then we went our separate ways.

So what you going to do?

I'm going to tell him what happened

and demand some kind of protection.

140 quid.

140 quid?

That's a bit steep.

She's a single mother.

Couldn't you, just this once, make an exception?

No, he couldn't.

Thanks.

All right.

See you.

Bye.

You should get the courts to reimburse you.

Yeah, right.

Do you know how much you get for doing it?

40 quid a week.

What?

So why'd you do it?

Why?

Because they asked me.

And because it's important.

- Is it? - Yes.

It's a trial.

[CHILDREN PLAYING OUTSIDE]

It's not something I'd expect you to understand.

You're still angry with me, innit?

Nope.

RUBY: Marcia, I know I let you do--

I know I let you down.

I'd like a second chance.

I'm fine, you know?

Oh, sure.

You live alone with a three-year-old kid.

Your windows get smashed.

You get threatening phone calls.

Why don't you let me take her home to my place?

Why do you think?

You dress like a slag.

You smoke like a chimney.

I've got no idea what state your place

is in, what men come and go.

If you couldn't cope with me, if you gave me up for care,

why the hell should I give you my daughter now?

Because you need me.

No, I don't.

[DOOR KNOCKER CLACKING]

Hello, there.

I've got a package for you.

Just sign there.

MARCIA: Thank you.

Thank you.

[BOTH SCREAMING]

Oh, god.

[CHANTING]

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?

Have a good day.

Thanks.

See you tonight.

Listen, Rose, about last night and what I said.

I didn't mean to put any pressure on you.

I just want you to know how important you still are to me.

I know.

Come on, Len.

I'm gonna be late.

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

LEN: Hello, Jenny.

It's me.

Yeah, look, I want you to cancel all my appointments today.

Yeah.

Something's come up.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

My travel expense are for four pounds 40.

Hello. I'd like to--

I also have taxi fares.

I wonder if--

Excuse me.

I'd like to report two incidents of int--

- And if it could be paid-- - Hello.

I'm serving as a juror.

I'm a single mom with a three-year-old kid.

I've had my windows smashed in.

I've had threatening phone calls and hate mail.

And I think my personal safety is

more important than this lot going

on about their poxy taxi fares. - I see.

And you think you've experienced a genuine case

of juror intimidation, do you?

What would you call it?

Right.

[PHONE BEEPING]

[MURMURING]

JUDGE: Thank you for bringing this to our attention.

You sure you're going to be all right?

I think so.

I've agreed to stay with my mother

for the rest of the trial.

JUDGE: Good.

Well, I'm still obliged to ask you

whether you're able to reach an impartial judgment based

on the evidence.

MARCIA: Yes.

JUDGE: And whether you're able to keep this information

from your fellow jurors.

Yes, I think so.

All right. Thank you.

You may go now.

All right, George.

You heard what she said.

Are you going to ask me to discharge the trial?

Oh, god, no.

I've got a boy in custody.

I want him out of there as soon as possible.

And I have a rather lucrative fraud

brief starting in three weeks.

That'll be the cottage in Tuscany, will it Gerald?

Make that villa, George.

Ah.

And I already have it.

All right.

Well, if you're happy for us to go on, I'll allow us to go on.

But one more incident, or any indication

this juror's impartiality is compromised,

I shut down the trial.

Right.

Right.

In the meantime, I shall have a word with CID, all right?

All right.

Thank you.

I call Dr. Emma McGlade.

[DOOR OPENING]

DR. MCGLADE: I swear by Almighty God

that the evidence I shall give shall

be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

LEWIS: Doctor McGlade, you work as a forensic pathologist.

Is that correct? - Correct.

In fact, you are one of the respected

authorities in the field.

Perhaps you could tell the court something

about your qualifications.

Certainly.

I teach forensic pathology at the University of Edinburgh.

I've worked in the field for over 20 years,

appearing for both the Crown and defense

in over 100 criminal trials.

Now, is it true that in your capacity

as a forensic pathologist, you performed

an examination of the victim on the 15th of May?

Yes.

Perhaps you would tell the court of your findings.

Certainly.

Firstly, I found that the victim, John Maher,

a Caucasian boy of 5" 8" in height, to be in good health

prior to his death.

LEWIS: And the cause of death?

DR. MCGLADE: Cause of death was due to loss of blood

to the heart and brain due to severed arteries.

Death would have been almost immediate.

I would agree with the findings of the paramedic

at the scene of the crime--

estimated time of 9:00 AM.

LEWIS: And the wounds are consistent with those

that one might expect from a sword of this kind?

Oh, yes.

The curved blade produces a quite distinct incision,

which one can see on the neck wound

and also in the defense wounds.

LEWIS: The defense wounds?

Wounds inflicted on a person trying to defend himself,

typically here and here.

The shape of the incisions are, again,

found to be consistent with a blade of this size.

And what else are you able to deduce

from the nature of the wounds?

I can tell you that the blows came from a variety of angles.

Is that unusual?

Oh, yes, it is.

In my experience, in attacks with a single weapon

by a right-handed perpetrator, wounds

would be inflicted from the right in a downward motion,

as in ax chopping.

And these wounds--

- Came from a variety of angles. - Mm-hmm.

So what would that tell you?

Well, either that there was more than one perpetrator

or that the assailant was very adept

and could move with great speed and strength

from different angles.

In the manner of one trained in a martial art, perhaps?

That would certainly help to explain the dexterity.

[SCATTERED MOANS]

Is there anything else you can tell us

about the nature of the attack?

It was random and frenzied.

I counted a total of 28 blows with the sword.

So that would suggest a vicious, resentful attack,

would it not?

Well--

My lord, this is speculation.

I agree.

Mr. Lewis.

Thank you, Dr. McGlade.

Dr. McGlade, I really must congratulate you

that forensic pathology, among its many taxing demands,

should also leave you qualified as an expert in gatka.

I beg your pardon?

Well, you are an authority on gatka, are you not?

After all, you've just given evidence about it

in Her Majesty's court under oath.

I don't follow.

Gatka, Dr. McGlade.

It's the name for the Sikh martial art of sword fighting,

an art whose intricate moves and routines

you are so obviously familiar with,

since you have just seen fit to pass judgment on them

under oath.

I simply said that the blows came from a variety of angles.

Oh, I--

I see.

Oh, well.

Maybe I'm just a little confused.

So the pattern of these wounds could

also be described as resulting from a random, frenzied attack?

Yes.

I think it could.

Yeah-- one with no order or method,

simply a great number of blows raining down, as you said,

from a variety of angles? - Yes.

Very different than from a precise attack

from a skilled martial arts practitioner?

Yes.

But the point is--

So you agree, then, that the attack was, most likely,

a frenzied and wild assault?

Yes.

Thank you.

Now, one last question.

Is it fair to say that a number of the blows came from above?

Correct.

Now, I'm not a very athletic man,

but presumably, they'd be with a swinging, overhead motion,

something like that?

Yes.

Dr. McGlade, have you held the sword?

Yes, I have.

It's pretty heavy, isn't it?

Yes, surprisingly heavy.

Yes.

And these injuries, they would have been inflicted

by the sword with some force?

Correct.

Requiring someone of considerable strength?

Or technique, yes.

Yes, but not someone with atrophied shoulder muscles,

having suffered an injury rendering

them incapable of completing an overhead swing?

No, unlikely.

Unlikely or impossible?

Depending on the conditions, certainly unlikely.

Were you aware that the defendant had suffered

an injury at this time?

No.

An injury inflicted by the victim himself.

No, I wasn't.

CORDING: Well, on the 10th of January last year,

the defendant's right shoulder was ripped out of its socket

by the victim, rendering the defendant

unable to play cricket and certainly

unable to swing from overhead.

I wasn't aware of this.

Well, not to worry, Dr. McGlade.

You can't be expected to know everything,

having unexpectedly brought us so much

expert information on gatka.

Thank you.

My lord.

My lord, that concludes the case for the prosecution.

Thank you, Mr. Lewis.

Mr. Cording, the defense will begin its case after lunch.

Thank you, my lord.

JOHNNIE: Proper tables.

You all right?

Hm?

Just, you seem a little tired.

Oh, well, I've got to admit, this trial's quite an upheaval.

It would be OK if what you had at home was soothing,

but if what you've got at home is even harder--

You want to talk about it?

No.

I want to forget, even if it's just for a few hours--

pretend that life doesn't exist.

JOHNNIE: You know, you're not the only one

who wants to escape.

I think it's something that all of us jurors have in common.

Like, if you think about it, right,

someone who's got a busy life, and they're

happy and fulfilled, well, they'd fight to go off,

wouldn't they?

I mean, just look how easy they make it.

If you are pregnant, you're off.

If you've got an interview, you're off.

If you've got a holiday booked, or even, like,

a letter from your employer, then you're off.

My point is if you're determined to get off,

then you can, which begs the question,

if you're determined not to, what's going on?

You could just be a responsible citizen

doing your duty.

Could be.

You could just be plain curious.

Or you could be bored or lonely or unfulfilled

and welcome something--

anything-- that offers a change--

escape, adventure, rescue.

Is that you?

Yeah.

Is that you?

Yeah.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Isabelle!

You go ahead.

I'll catch up.

Hello, Charles.

I'm sorry you found out the way you did.

Couldn't you have written?

What would I have said?

If you're thinking about me, don't.

If you're saving a part of yourself for me,

don't because I'm sleeping with your best friend.

Oh, you'd like it like that, wouldn't you--

the great, wronged Charles?

I think I'm entitled to some indignation.

What about me?

How do you think it felt to be just left like that--

and not for a woman but for God?

How do you compete with that?

I needed to make sure before committing myself to you

that I was doing the right thing.

[CARS HONKING IN BACKGROUND]

And now that you're about to sign there, what are you doing?

You're knocking on my door again, just to make sure.

Oh, look at you, Charles, still as unsure as ever.

You're stroking your chin, kicking a tire or two,

just wondering how it will be?

That's not how it is.

Yes, it is.

Only this time, it's different.

There's no choice left for you to make anymore.

I've got to go.

Goodbye.

[PHONE RINGING]

Oh, miss, miss--

could you tell the doctor?

I haven't got long.

ASSISTANT: OK.

Elsie?

Right.

You went for the scans.

Let's see how they went.

Could I ask you a personal question?

Yes.

I read today that all Sikhs wear

a dagger under their shirt.

Is it true?

As a matter of fact, yes, most baptized Sikhs do.

It's called a kirpan.

Oh, don't worry.

You're perfectly safe.

I suppose you've been reading the newspapers.

Suddenly, everyone's writing about Sikhs.

There are television crews outside our temples,

journalists poring over our texts.

Suddenly, we're a hot topic.

For what it's worth, I think the boy's innocent.

Really?

Based on what?

Instinct.

A very Sikh response.

I only wish your opinion counted for something.

Right, Mrs. Beamish, I'm afraid what I'm reading

is not good news.

Now it's my turn to ask a personal question.

Do you have any next of kin? Are you married?

Widowed.

No children?

No-- yes--

no.

No sisters, brothers-- no one?

Why?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR OPENING]

[GATE CLANGING]

Right.

The prosecution's case is finished.

Now, it's our turn.

Right, you remember we went through this?

Just take it nice and slow.

This is your opportunity to tell us what happened.

Head up, listen carefully to the questions.

Just focus on my eyes and block out everything else.

And don't forget to speak up so the jury can hear you.

I know what you think, but they need to know.

And try to relax.

Listen, I've been in hundreds of courtrooms,

and I've got a pretty good idea when juries are sympathetic.

And this jury likes you.

Any questions?

Yeah.

How we doing?

Sorry.

I-- I don't understand.

Well, from where I'm sitting, it feels like we lost already.

Well, we haven't.

I want you to be quite clear about that.

We've just heard the prosecution's case

so far, so it's always going to seem a little one-sided.

But what have we got for our case?

- Plenty. - Like what?

Well, for a start, the truth.

You're evidence this afternoon, which I am certain

will sway the jurors in our favor.

But the big rabbit in the hat is our lady jogger.

Who?

Well, we discovered there was another crime on the Heath

that morning, a vicious assault on a lady jogger,

a lady called--

Maria de Silva.

Maria de Silva.

Whoever did it got away.

But the following day, a man called Thomas--

Haines.

--Haines was arrested only a mile away for another assault.

Now, I know it's a long shot, but if we can prove that Haines

was on the Heath at the same time

as the murder took place and the police never investigated it,

then-- - When will we know?

Well, your solicitor's taken her to make an identification

right about now.

Of course, a patient like Haines

should never have been on the streets in the first place,

but that's the problem we face with the Mental Health Act.

We don't have the answer, the politicians

don't have the answer, so the problem doesn't go away.

There you are--

Thomas Haines.

[YELLING, BANGING]

Take your time, Miss De Silva.

This is important.

That's him.

You sure?

No question.

Don't forget a face like that.

And you'd get up in court and say as much?

I can't.

I can't.

Miss de Silva.

Miss de Silva!

My lord, I call the defendant.

- Murderer. - Murderer.

All right, boys.

Come on.

REGISTRAR: I swear by our Guru Nanak, the founder

of the Sikh religion--

DUVINDER: I swear by Guru Nanak, the founder

of the Sikh religion--

REGISTRAR: --that the evidence I shall give

shall be the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth.

--that the evidence that I shall give shall be the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Can you give your full name to the court, please?

Du-- Du-- Duvinder Singh.

Duvinder Singh.

Duvinder, are you all right?

Yeah.

MR. CORDING: Try to relax.

Just concentrate on my questions.

And I'm going to ask you to speak up a little.

DUVINDER: [QUIETLY] OK.

MR. CORDING: Can you confirm your age?

DUVINDER: 16 years, four months.

MR. CORDING: And your address?

DUVINDER: 241 Bonham Road.

MR. CORDING: And how long have you lived there?

About five years.

Who do you live there with?

My father and my mother.

MR. CORDING: Do you have any brothers, sisters?

Duvinder, for the sake of the court records,

you must answer with the words "yes" or "no."

No.

And you go to school in the area?

Yes.

What is the name of your school?

St. Thomas's.

Yeah, a good school with a good reputation.

And very difficult to get into, I believe.

Yeah.

But you not only got in, you got in as a scholar.

Yeah.

Yes.

Congratulations.

So I'm sure you were very happy there.

No.

No?

Why not?

Because-- because I was bullied.

Bullied?

Are you sure, Duvinder?

That's a very inflammatory term.

Let's be quite certain we're using it correctly.

A victim of bullying is a defenseless

recipient of unprovoked, unsolicited cruelty.

Is that how you would describe yourself?

I guess.

And when did this bullying start?

Not long after I arrived.

Five years ago.

And who was it who was doing this bullying?

DUVINDER: My classmates.

MR. CORDING: What, all of them?

DUVINDER: No.

MR. CORDING: Well, it's all right.

You can mention their names.

Robert Hunter, Tom Cottrell, and John Maher.

The victim.

Yeah.

He was the worst.

MR. CORDING: What did he do?

Lots of things.

MR. CORDING: Well, can you give us any details?

Called me names.

MR. CORDING: What sort of names?

Raghead, Paki, curry breath-- them sort of names.

MR. CORDING: So was it just names he called you?

No.

Sometimes he hit me.

He hit you?

With what?

His fist.

Another time, they stubbed a cigarette out on my arm.

Another time, they all held me down and pulled

my arm out of its socket.

Why on earth did they do that?

So I couldn't play cricket anymore.

Another time, they were holding me down, and smeared--

- Smeared what, Duvinder? - No, I can't.

No, no.

It's-- it's-- it's all right.

You take your time.

Dog shit on my head.

Did I hear correctly? Dog feces?

Did you tell anyone about this?

No.

MR. CORDING: Not your teachers?

No.

Not your parents?

No.

MR. CORDING: Well, do you think they were aware of this?

DUVINDER: I don't know. Maybe.

MR. CORDING: Why maybe, Duvinder?

Duvinder, why?

My behavior, it changed.

In what way?

Can you give us an example?

My results in school, they got worse.

And I started to get asthma.

Anything else?

I was wetting my bed.

I'm sorry.

I didn't hear that.

Wetting my bed.

It's all right, Duvinder.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

You've suffered a grotesque and traumatic sequence of bullying,

both physical and emotional.

So how did you feel towards these people

who were doing this to you? - Angry.

- How angry? - Very angry.

So angry that you were prepared to go

to any length to stop them?

Yes.

Prepared to exact the ultimate revenge?

Yes.

Duvinder, you realize there are

people here who believe that you did exact that revenge.

Yeah.

People who think that on the 15th of May,

you killed John Maher in cold blood.

Yeah, I know.

But I didn't.

Liar.

[MURMURING]

So what would you say to these people

to help them believe you?

That morning, I woke up.

And I-- I was so angry, I was like crazy.

All I could think about was--

It's all right.

Take your time.

I went to the Heath, and I was waiting there for him.

[HEARTBEAT THUDDING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I don't know.

All of a sudden, I just--

I just felt that what I was doing was wrong.

So what did you do?

I threw the sword away.

In which direction?

It was in my left hand, so to the left.

To the left.

So if you were standing here, that means in a different place

to where it was finally found.

DUVINDER: Yeah.

MR. CORDING: And then what did you do?

Then I turned and ran away.

MR. CORDING: Walked or ran?

DUVINDER: Ran as fast as I could.

MR. CORDING: Why, Duvinder?

Why run when you have nothing to hide?

DUVINDER: I don't know.

I just wanted to get away from there.

You wanted to put all memory of this experience behind you.

Exactly.

So where did you run to?

I ran off, down the street, onto the main streets,

then in the direction of the canals.

MR. CORDING: That would be the Stonehouse Canals.

DUVINDER: Yeah.

MR. CORDING: A popular meeting place

for pupils from St. Thomas's, I believe.

And what did you do then?

Took off my school uniform, put it

into a rucksack with a few stones to weigh it down.

Then I chucked it into the canal.

After that, I took my turban off and got my hair cut.

[BUZZING]

Why?

I guess because it caused me so much pain.

The school uniform because it reminded you of a place

where you had been bullied.

The hair and the turban because they were what you had been

bullied for.

You wanted to put them behind you.

Yeah.

You had seen how close they had taken you to the edge,

and you wanted to get rid of them forever.

Exactly.

Do you regret it?

Yeah.

Why?

Because in doing so, I lost the only piece

of evidence that would have prevented

me standing here today.

Evidence which would have proved there

was no blood on the shirt.

[MURMURING]

Exactly.

Finally, Duvinder, I am obliged to ask you,

did you kill John Maher on the 15th of May?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

No, I did not.

Liar!

Bastard!

MAN: Shh.

[MURMURING]

Thank you.

JUDGE: Mr. Lewis, it's been a long day,

and I suggest you begin your cross-examination tomorrow

morning.

Thank you, my lord.

BAILIFF: All rise.

[CHATTER]

[CROWD CHANTING]

Jeremy, wait. now, listen.

- Back off, Mark. - I've been thinking.

Those things that you told me, I--

I just feel awful--

your boy with asthma, beautiful house, losing your job.

I'm serious, Mark. Back off.

Now, look.

I know you may find it hard to believe,

but I think I can help you.

What?

Well, you'll probably think it's crazy.

But I think I know a way of getting the whole lot back.

Get away from me now, Mark.

Otherwise, I swear to God, this time, I won't stop hitting you.

OK. OK.

I know you're angry, and I don't need an answer right away.

But please just give me a call.

That's all I ask.

My trial is over, and I want to help you.

We were friends once, remember?

[CHILDREN SHOUTING]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[LAUGHING] Stop it.

Oh, there were cameras there all day, you know?

- Great. - Isn't this perfect?

Mm-hmm.

Good food.

- Would you leave it alone? - I'm having that.

Give me that. - [WHISPERING] For god's sake.

My best girl by my side.

And for once, just once--

No sign of the in-laws.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

Oh, no.

No.

Shalom.

Us again.

Shit.

See?

You're going soft.

No, no.

- Listen to you. - No, no.

You weren't there.

You didn't hear his voice.

It was something at how small and how frightened it was.

It was something in the fear behind his eyes.

You know, there was--

there was something in the ordeal he'd

had at the hands of those kids.

See how much of your response is emotional?

Nothing you've told us bears any direct relation

to the evidence.

You're just moved by the defendant's pain.

Well, is that a bad thing?

Well, depending on your view, it's

either the best or the worst thing about jury service.

Would you sooner have three trial-hardened magistrates

examining the case entirely from the perspective

of the evidence, or would you prefer jurors

with their instinct and intuition?

Well, instinct and intuition are important things,

aren't they?

Are they?

MARION: The man who shoots the violent intruder in his house,

the woman who stabs to death the husband who's beaten her

over many years, now, both of those

would be guilty in the eyes of the law.

But most jurors would acquit them.

I'm a great believer in juries.

And I'm a great believer in hard evidence.

Like this school uniform.

All this talk about spiritual epiphanies

and changing his mind or blood-red ties

or bloodstained shirts.

All that would be cleared up in a flash

if we could just find his uniform.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hi.

This is nice.

[CARS HONKING]

Something smells good.

ROSE: It's the pudding.

LEN: No, no.

It's not the food. It's you.

I haven't smelled that before.

It's new.

I thought I'd make a special effort.

Look, since this jury thing, I've been a bit--

well, how'd you say it?

Well, you've been a bit distant,

but it's understandable.

You've got a lot on.

Yeah, maybe.

But let's talk about you.

What's going on?

We haven't caught up in ages.

What do you mean, what's going on?

Well, work, for example.

Work?

Well, I called the office today.

You weren't there.

See, I don't even know what you do at work.

I was, um--

I was in the field.

In the field?

[LAUGHING]

Len, talk to me in English.

Surveillance.

Surveillance.

Nasty sneaking snooping.

I hate it when you do that.

Rose, I don't have much choice, you know.

Oh, I know.

I'm sorry.

Tell me about it.

No.

It's just corporate stuff-- you know, the usual.

I'm interested.

OK.

The last few days, I've been working on a case

where a certain individual--

and I can't really say any more than that--

has aroused suspicion.

And their people felt like checking them out.

Of what?

Signs, I suppose--

evidence.

Of what?

Of betrayal.

This individual, is it a woman or a man?

It's a woman.

- What's she accused of? - We don't know yet.

But she's been offering herself in the marketplace

and seeing what else is available.

Is that a crime?

Well, I don't think her people are too thrilled about it.

Oh, but that'd be silly to panic about it.

Maybe she isn't available.

How do you mean?

Well, everyone gets itchy feet from time to time.

It's only human.

Is it?

People like to see what's on offer.

Doesn't mean they're going to take it.

It's only when they see the opposition they often realize

how lucky they've got it.

It's pretty faithless, don't you think,

though, to need to do it?

It's pretty faithless to check her out in the first place.

Oh.

I'd better--

It's been quite an evening.

Thank you, darling, for having us.

You don't mind us barging in on you all the time like this?

No, it's fine.

The sight of those two finally talking to each other,

even if it's--

PETER: No, he just must have been lucky,

or else he found a secluded spot.

And in answer to my other question?

How come the uniform was never found?

Well, he said he filled his rucksack with stones.

So it would have sunk to the bottom.

Now, I'm sure they tried trawling the bottom,

but the only way they're really going to find it

is if they drain the whole canal.

That is never going to happen.

Well, yes, I--

well, maybe you're right.

And maybe you're getting tired.

[CHUCKLING]

That's definitely true.

Drive safely.

Good god!

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Christ.

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