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[THEME MUSIC]

[VOCALIZING]

[WATER RUNNING]

[TOILET FLUSHING]

[WATER SPLASHING]

PRISON GUARD: Nervous?

Hey?

I'd be shitting myself if I had coming

up what you've got today.

Cross-examination by Gerald Lewis--

a bastard at a Bailey.

Who's a lucky boy?

[BIRDS RUSTLING]

[CAWING]

JOHNNIE: Hey, come on, Eddie.

I've got you.

EDDIE: [INAUDIBLE]

[BOTH PANTING HEAVILY]

That's a mile.

Just under eight minutes.

Not bad for a couple of old drunks.

Huh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

Press-ups.

Oh, god.

[PLAYFUL TALK]

FIONA [ON VIDEO]: Quick, quick, quick.

JEREMY [ON VIDEO]: Come on. Let's get Mommy.

Go, go.

[LAUGHING]

We got her!

We got her.

Is this peace?

[GRUNTING]

[LAUGHING]

Oh!

Look what she did.

[KIDS LAUGHING]

[SHOUTING AND LAUGHING ON VIDEO]

Remember him?

What was his name?

Mr. Balloon?

Mr. Buttons?

FIONA: Mr. Bubbles.

JEREMY: Mr. Bubbles.

[SQUEAKING ON VIDEO]

Mommy's getting really wet.

Yeah!

That's brilliant.

I thought we had agreed to throw away these old videos.

We can't.

Not yet-- not while they still serve a purpose.

[SHOUTING AND SPLASHING CONTINUES]

[ON VIDEO] It's not that cold, Thomas.

[HUMMING]

RUBY: Marcia, breakfast!

Where are my clothes?

Oh, I washed and ironed them.

They're hanging in the bathroom.

You didn't need to do that.

There's fresh coffee on the table.

You didn't need to do that, either.

Where's Joy?

She's awake, getting dressed.

I bought you some posh newspapers.

Your trial's in all of them.

It doesn't change anything-- all this-- you know?

You're not suddenly my mum again because of all this.

[SIGHING]

Oh.

How's your love life?

My right hand and I are fine, thanks.

Good lad.

Rule number one-- no relationships, no sex--

not for the first year, anyway.

The first year?

Too quick'll just put you back on the drink, man.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Eddie.

I'll be blind carrying on at the tree.

I'll have to tie a knot in it.

If you're in a position to do that, you're a lucky lad.

All right.

But as soon as my year is up, there is someone special.

Uh-huh.

And who is the unlucky person?

She's a juror.

Her name's Rose.

Let me guess-- it's love.

How did you know?

No, Eddie, listen.

When I see this girl, I can't--

I can't speak or eat.

When I'm with her, my lips go dry,

and my heart's, like, pumping.

I mean, I think about her all day, from morning till night.

That's not love.

That's obsession-- perfectly normal.

Typical early recovery.

What do you mean?

You go to a meeting and ask for a show of hands of all

the people who fell madly in love

the first year of sobriety, place

would look like a cornfield.

No, Eddie, no.

But this is it.

I mean, this is the real thing.

No, it's not.

This is bewilderment, fear, anger, disorientation,

and all the other uncomfortable feelings

we get when we sober up.

Easiest thing we can do is throw ourselves at a woman

and call it love.

Until a year ago, you were a self-centered,

emotionally retarded drunk using and abusing women.

Successfully loving somebody is the highest achievement

in life, without parallel--

being dependable and yet spontaneous, being constant.

If I can ever get you anywhere near that, I'll be proud.

If you really want a relationship,

we'll start you off with a plant.

A plant?

If after six months, the plant's still alive,

then we'll get you a dog.

If you can keep one of them healthy

and happy and fed for a year, then maybe-- just maybe--

you'll be ready for your early stages with a human being.

Hurry up.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CROWD SHOUTING]

See you later.

See you.

How about lunch today, you and me?

Lunch?

I can't.

I mean, we don't know when we're going to get out.

Sometimes we run over if we've got

to stay behind, listen to a talk from CID or something.

All right.

Thanks.

It was a nice thought.

MARION: So what are you going to do?

I don't know.

If I tell them, they'll stop the trial, change the jury.

Peter, they vandalized our car.

They know where we live.

I know.

But we still have our car.

We still have our house.

Look, darling, I know you're worried, but this trial--

I can't explain it.

You know, I-- I--

I wake up in the morning excited.

And the blood pumps in my veins.

I feel more awake, more alive than I have in years.

Look, If you want me to, I will tell them, I promise.

But after last night, I know this trial involves us both.

But I beg of you, let's let it go, just this once.

Another a hint of trouble, and I promise you, I will tell them.

OK.

[KISSING]

Mr. Lewis.

Thank you, my lord.

Good morning, Duvinder.

Good morning.

That was quite a performance you gave--

your soft voice and lost look--

quite the convincing victim.

But let me assure you, there's only one victim in this case,

and tragically, he's dead.

You hated John Maher, didn't you?

Oh, come on.

It's no secret.

Hmm?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I don't think I quite heard that.

Yes.

Yes.

In fact, you hated him so much, you thought you'd kill him,

hmm?

Oh, come on, Mr. Singh, you admitted yourself

you set out that morning with only one thing

in your mind-- to kill him.

Yeah.

Burning with rage, Mr. Singh, hell-bent

on retribution and vengeance.

I didn't say that.

In fact, Sikhism is a culture of vengeance, is it not?

No, quite the opposite.

MR. LEWIS: Oh, well, perhaps you can tell me, what is [PUNJABI]??

[PUNJABI].

I believe it is a Punjabi term.

Yeah.

It means a state of readiness.

Could you be more specific?

Usually, it means a state of readiness to fight.

A state of readiness to fight.

DUVINDER: Yeah.

Mm-hmm?

Well, we must always be ready to defend ourselves.

Not very peaceful or forgiving, then.

Defend yourself against what?

I don't know.

Against bullying, for example?

Mr. Singh, you recognize this?

Yeah.

Could you tell the court what it is?

It's a turban.

And when tied in a specific way,

like this, it has a special name, am I right?

Yeah.

What is that name?

It's a dhamala.

Now, is it true that on the day of the murder,

you were also wearing a dhamala?

Yeah.

And this turban is worn by one particular group.

Am I right?

Yeah.

The Nihang.

And would you explain to the court who the Nihang are?

Look, I know what you're trying to do, all right?

Answer the question, Mr. Singh.

The Nihang is a group.

Specifically, they are warriors, am I right?

Yeah.

MR. LEWIS: Warriors famed for their bravery.

I think the jury will agree that wearing this particular turban

was no accident.

That's not fair.

Mr. Singh, what is gatka?

Gatka?

MR. LEWIS: Mm-hmm.

This is a Sikh term.

It's an art.

It is a martial art, is it not,

which includes the art of sword fighting,

which many Sikh children learn?

Yeah.

Did you take part in these gatka classes?

Yes.

In fact, more than take part.

I noticed from my records that you even

participated in competition.

Yeah.

So an accomplished gatka devotee.

In which division did you compete?

The three-foot.

Three-foot?

The same length as the murder weapon.

DUVINDER: Yeah.

MR. LEWIS: You competed with some success,

including a competition win in 2000.

Is that correct?

Yeah.

Congratulations.

Your parents must have been very proud.

No.

Why not?

'Cause I didn't really win.

Sorry.

I just thought you said you did.

My lord.

I was disqualified.

MR. LEWIS: Really?

Disqualified?

Why?

'Cause I got into a fight with another contestant.

MR. LEWIS: Oh, dear.

Why?

'Cause he was picking on people

younger and smaller than him.

So a bully, then?

Yeah.

And what did you do to this bully?

I attacked him.

MR. LEWIS: With your sword?

With my wooden sword.

MR. LEWIS: He still suffered serious injuries.

In particular, it seems, he received

blows to the head and torso.

I don't remember.

No, but he does.

He remembers exactly, as does the doctor who treated him.

And here are the photographs.

Members of the jury, please note the blows across the neck

here and here--

wounds, you will note, that are almost identical to those

suffered by the murder victim.

[MURMURING IN CROWD]

So, all right, Duvinder.

Let us remind ourselves of what we are agreed upon, all right?

We agree that you hated the victim, John Maher.

We agree that you hated him enough to kill him.

We agree that you broke into a Sikh temple,

stole a three-foot sword, went to the Heath, blinded by rage,

with the sole purpose of killing John Maher.

Yeah, but--

MR. LEWIS: We are also agreed that you were brought up

in a culture focused on vengeance and retribution,

and from an early age were schooled

in a martial art using exactly the same weapon as the murder

weapon.

Now, why didn't you tell all of this to the police

when they arrested you, hm?

After all, you knew that your silence could be taken

as an admission of guilt. The police would have advised

you of that in their caution.

Perhaps it was because you hadn't

made the whole thing up yet.

No!

Members of the jury, Mr. Singh remained silent because there

was nothing left to add.

His guilt was indefensible, as it is now.

Thank you, Duvinder.

No further questions.

JUDGE: All right.

Let's break there for lunch. BAILIFF: All rise.

Clear the public gallery, please.

Just hang on a minute, would you?

See?

We've got our champion.

There's no need to panic.

Don't do anything silly.

Let justice take its course.

And then, when we know what prison he's been sent to,

then we work on him, all right?

All right?

Yes, Dad.

Yes.

It's outrageous.

I've never heard anything so inflammatory and racist.

Yeah, but you can't deny that our client

is still charged with a murder where the weapon is a sword.

And suddenly, he's got a history of violence

and sword fighting contests.

Oh, come on.

These gatka classes, all Sikh kids do them.

They're like Sunday school.

Yeah.

Presumably not all kids have a history of violence

against other competitors.

It was a long time ago.

And what's all this about a turban?

MR. SHAH: All of that was crazy.

He made out that wearing a dhamala

means you're part of some militant cult.

These kids just wear them so they can ride their bicycles.

Bicycles?

MR. SHAH: Look, most of the turbans you see are like hats--

they just blow off--

whereas this one, the dhamala, you

have to tie it much tighter.

It-- it stays on in the wind.

It stays on in the wind.

This case is slipping away from us, Mr. Shah.

If I aim to turn it round, I need your jogger.

She won't do it.

I don't think you understand me, Mr. Shah.

I need her here this afternoon.

Otherwise, we're finished.

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!

PETER: What are you doing here?

MARION: I'm sorry.

I couldn't stop him.

Who?

He insisted.

Oh, god.

All right.

Now, what does he want?

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

ROSE: You all right?

Mm-hmm.

You just seem a bit--

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

[EXHALING HEAVILY]

In AA, we have this thing called sponsorship, right?

It's not like we're in a shop where

it's only [INAUDIBLE] or anything like that, but it's--

it's where someone who's been in the program for a while

takes you under their wing.

And well, they give you suggestions, you know--

well, not so much suggestions as, uh, blatant orders.

You know, it's based on their own experience,

and you are supposed to follow these orders like-- like,

a lemming, you know, without question

or-- or you drink and die--

or so they tell you, anyway.

My sponsor, his name's Eddie.

He's a-- he's a joddy docker.

He's been sober for 25 years.

And everybody says he's a saint.

I told Eddie that on the jury, there

was this, uh, beautiful woman called Rose for whom

I had developed feelings.

In fact, I think I used different words.

I think I said that I--

I think I said I'd fallen in love.

What did he say?

He told me to leave you alone.

Did he say why?

He didn't think I was, uh, ready.

For what?

For anything.

He, uh-- he didn't think that I could cope.

And you think he's right?

I don't know.

Probably.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, he's probably right.

Better wait till you're ready.

[WHISPERING] Yeah.

I suppose.

And what about you?

What's, uh, what's your situation?

Oh, I don't think I'm ready--

different reasons, complicated.

How complicated?

Complicated.

And if it wasn't complicated, would you be ready then?

Oh, I don't know.

Right.

PETER: Really, this is highly unethical.

Nonsense.

Relax. - No.

The judge was quite specific.

Jurors are not supposed to visit the scene of the crime

unless accompanied by the full court as part of the trial.

This way.

Here it is, the towpath where the Sikh boy allegedly

threw away the school uniform.

Now, what do you see?

PETER: Flats.

Exactly-- with a perfect view over the towpath.

And over there?

- More flats. - Correct.

Both with unrestricted views, plus an endless flow of people

walking along the towpath.

Right.

So?

So you have to ask yourself, is

this somewhere you'd come to get rid of bloodstained clothes?

I don't know.

Look at the current.

It's still water.

All those police frogmen, not one of them found anything.

Doesn't that strike you as strange?

Now, look.

[DROPS ECHOING]

This is where I'd come if I wanted to throw

away a bloodstained uniform.

Out of sight of the main towpath--

sheltered, convenient, secret. Can't you feel it?

There's an energy in the place.

I spoke to a couple of pupils.

[LAUGHING]

They called it the vagina.

Oh, well-- sorry, Marion.

It's on account of it's, uh, tunnel-like shape.

It's where they come for their cigarettes or fights or drugs,

I suppose.

But anyway, it's their secret place.

And that's it, is it?

That's why you brought us here, to show us this?

Yeah.

The police already looked here.

How do you know?

Because it's in the crime reports, Michael.

They searched the whole area.

They had 50 policemen-- frogmen-- in the canals.

No, I don't believe it.

That's not true.

48 hours, they sealed off the whole area.

They did a fingertip search.

Look, the drain.

It goes on and on.

What is the matter with you?

First, you want to be a juror.

Now, you want to be a policeman, as well?

I-- oh, dammit, I--

I must be mad.

The most publicly-scrutinized trial

in the country, and one of the jurors

is stalking the crime scene in his lunch hour.

Peter!

[SNIFFLING]

[LOCK CLACKING]

[DOOR CREAKING]

Papa.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CROWD SHOUTING]

Who's that?

Who is that?

I don't know.

MR. LEWIS: Well, find out.

Mr. Cording.

The defense calls Maria de Silva.

[DOOR OPENING]

I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I shall give

shall be the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth.

Miss de Silva, I appreciate that it is difficult for you

to be here.

But if you can, could you tell the court where you were

on the 15th of May last year?

I was here, in London.

Specifically, at 7:30 in the morning?

I was doing what I always did at that time, in those days--

jogging.

And your jogging route?

I started at my house, running north across the Heath,

and then back through the south gate--

about four miles.

And you said the Heath.

You're referring to Mannings Heath?

MARIA: Yes.

MR. CORDING: Could you describe what happened that morning?

I was running along my usual path when

I hit something and fell over.

You tripped?

Yes.

At first, I thought it was a tree.

Then I realized it was a person, someone sleeping in the rough.

And this person--

you woke them up?

Yes.

And what did they do?

Nothing.

He just looked at me.

Then suddenly, he screamed in rage and attacked me--

[YELLING]

[SCREAMING]

--like a wild animal with a stick.

I still have scars.

Then what did he do?

Ran away.

In which direction?

MARIA: Towards the canals, I think.

So to the north, in the direction of the murder scene?

I suppose.

And you said this was about 7:30 in the morning?

Uh, between 7:30 and 20 to 8:00, yes.

So 10 to 15 minutes, then, before the murder took place?

I wouldn't know.

Miss de Silva, when we first contacted you,

we asked you if you could identify your attacker.

Yes.

Two days ago, we took you to the Claremont Psychiatric

Hospital in North Yorkshire.

Were you able to identify the man who attacked you

on the Heath on May the 15th?

Yes.

And that man was Thomas Haines?

Correct.

A registered mental health patient

with a long history of assault, battery, grievous bodily

harm, and manslaughter.

Was this the man you identified?

Yes.

Yet despite this brutal attack, at no time

did the police interview you in connection with this trial?

No.

Really?

When a boy was murdered on the Heath that same morning?

When your attacker was last seen running

in the direction of the murder?

No interview?

Nothing?

No.

MR. CORDING: Dr. Levinson, you were working in the accident

and emergency unit at St. John's Hospital on the day

that Miss de Silva was admitted after she'd been

assaulted by Thomas Haines.

That is correct.

And how would you describe her condition on arrival?

Critical.

She was unconscious.

She had suffered a frenzied and sustained attack.

She had received severe blows to the head and body.

She'd been struck repeatedly by a blunt instrument,

like a stick or branch.

A few months ago, we asked you to compare

the attack on Miss de Silva with the wounds

suffered by John Maher.

Yes.

MR. CORDING: And I believe you examined the pathologist's

report and photographs of the victim

and were able to make a comparison with the wounds

suffered by Miss de Silva.

Yes.

MR. CORDING: And how did they compare?

Well, I was surprised at how many similarities there were.

I've brought a chart here which compares the two attacks.

The red markings are the blows sustained by Miss de Silva.

Those in blue correspond to the injuries

received by the murder victim.

As you can see, on the neck and upper torso,

there is a distinct overlap.

MR. CORDING: And as a psychiatrist,

how would you describe Mr. Haines' condition?

Thomas Haines is a very ill man who, when unrestrained,

is a severe danger to himself and others.

He suffers from epilepsy, bipolar disorders,

and manic schizophrenia.

In your clinical opinion, if Mr. Haines

were to find a weapon, like a sword, lying in the bushes,

would he have the mental faculty to pick it up and use it?

The witness will answer the question.

Not only the faculty, probably the inclination, too.

Thank you.

Detective Chief Inspector Shand,

I'm sure you're aware that it's an unusual step

to call you back.

But in the light of new evidence,

his lordship has given me leave to ask

you some further questions.

Detective Chief Inspector, do you have

a copy of the crime report?

Yes.

In which an overview of the entire police investigation

is recorded, correct?

Correct.

A considerable amount of work, yet not one mention

of Thomas Haines.

If you say so.

I certainly do say so.

A man who, we have just heard, was on the same heath

at the same time as the murder, a man with a history

of violence and mental instability, a man

who was arrested for inflicting similar injuries on his victim,

Miss de Silva, as were found on the murder victim, John Maher.

If we didn't interview him, I'm sure it will

have been for a good reason.

Really?

Please explain.

What possible reason could that be?

Because by that stage, we'd already arrested the suspect

we were interested in.

Goodness!

Is that what they taught you in your training?

The first face that fits.

I had heard the police were under pressure to cut costs,

but this is exceptional.

So you don't think it's significant

that a known psychopath was roaming

the Heath at the same time?

No.

Not for this case, I don't.

MR. CORDING: You don't think it's significant

that this man, Mr. Haines, inflicted almost identical

injuries on another person?

It was a sad coincidence.

Really?

Is that so?

Well, I think there is a great deal that

is sad in this case, Chief Inspector, not least the way

you arrest the first face that you think fits,

and bingo, you've got your man--

an open and shut case.

My lord, is this really necess--

The reason the boy was the only suspect

is the overwhelming evidence against him.

No.

I would strongly suggest the reason

my client is the only suspect is the overwhelming conspiracy

against him. - Bastard!

Quiet!

Court adjourned.

BAILIFF: All rise!

[CROWD SHOUTING]

Yeah, where?

Yeah, I-- I know.

Right.

[CROWD SHOUTING]

I don't know.

If Fiona knew I was even meeting you--

Fiona?

Does she still bear a grudge?

[LAUGHING CYNICALLY]

Grudge doesn't do it justice.

Try spite or hate or loathing.

Quite a challenge, then, to turn that around.

Yeah, I'd say so.

Yeah.

What do you know about diabetes?

Diabetes?

Nothing.

Except, didn't your wife have it?

Still does, as do our three children.

Mealtimes in our house are like a needle park in Amsterdam.

Have you ever seen a diabetic syringe?

JEREMY: No.

You stick them in their arms, their thighs, their stomachs.

Ouch.

MARK: No fuss.

Never any bother.

They're used to it.

It bothers me, though.

It eats me up, having to stick that into my baby's thigh.

The youngest, Jenna, she's six years old.

So you can imagine I've become quite involved with diabetes

in all its many forms.

And there's a Japanese company who are developing a new way

of delivering insulin, something that would

revolutionize my kids' lives.

Well, of course.

But not just my kids.

Some of the 85 million sufferers worldwide.

Gee.

That's a big market.

Now, I'm not the only one who knows

about this new development.

But I am one of the very few who knows

that they're about to sell out.

Oh, god.

They're being circled by two or three

of the large pharmaceutical companies,

and the numbers people are forecasting,

Jeremy, are quite giddying.

Mark, I can't do this.

I can guarantee that any investment

you make would multiply four or five-fold overnight.

Mark.

I'm in with everything I've got.

It's a chance of a lifetime.

- No, Mark. - What about your flat?

It must be worth 100 grand or so.

No!

Fine.

I understand.

I was just hoping to help to get things back for you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh-- oh!

Father Charles.

CHARLES: Afternoon.

I hope you don't mind.

I was just passing. - No, no, no.

It's just-- I must get to the shops before they close.

Well, in that case.

Thank you.

I mean, it's the simplest things,

like going to the shops.

Here, have an almond. Do you want one?

Mm, thanks.

My health, you know, just, lately, hasn't been very good.

Oh, sorry.

And who were you referring to the other day

when you said you had some bad news?

I apologize.

I was too self-absorbed to ask.

They say I have a tumor.

I'm so sorry.

A nasty, malignant bully that won't go away.

What are they doing?

Well, they want to give me treatment, but that's rough.

They asked me if I had anyone, you know--

relative, next of kin.

I could come, if you like.

You?

Well, that's very nice of you.

But what would we say?

I don't know.

I could say I was your son.

[WHISPERING] My son?

What-- what would it matter to them?

The main thing is you'd have the company.

[CHILDREN SHOUTING]

Are you all right?

It's funny.

That's what I thought when I was early arriving at the court.

I thought, that could be him.

Of course, he'd be older, probably

have a family of his own.

Who's that?

You have a son?

Yes, for three weeks.

And then, I had to give him away--

a good family, I was told, here in London.

I tried to get on with things, but I couldn't.

I couldn't forget him.

I just wanted to be near him, even

though I didn't know his name or where he lived or anything.

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

I could see him everywhere.

At first, it was every schoolboy on the bus, on the street.

And then, it was everywhere-- a girl he might have married,

any child he might have had--

until it got to the stage everyone in the street,

I'd be--

this is silly.

No, not at all.

I'd like to hear the whole story.

Really? No.

I'm sure there are lots of people you'd rather be with.

No, as it happens, no one.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[VOCALIZING]

[BELL DINGING]

ALL: God, grant us the serenity to accept the things we cannot

change, the courage to change the things we can,

and the wisdom to know the difference.

[CLAPPING]

[CHATTER]

EDDIE: So?

So.

Well, I told her.

And?

How'd it feel?

Honestly?

Mm-hmm.

Like shit.

Well, the rewards--

the good feelings-- they'll come soon enough.

Yeah, yeah. EDDIE: They will.

I promise you.

You see, the thing about feelings

is the only way to change them is to change our actions first.

Then the feelings, they come later.

There's a direct correlation between the actions that we do

and the feelings that we'll have.

Now, I guarantee you, if you had done anything with her,

you would have felt even more like shit.

Well, at least I'd have slept with her, Eddie.

This way, I just feel like shit, anyway.

It's only temporary.

Trust me.

You did the right thing.

You'll get the reward you deserve.

[SIGHING]

[EDDIE CHUCKLING]

I'll see you, Eddie

EDDIE: See you, Johnnie.

[ENGINE STARTING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

Hello?

[THUDDING]

[GRUNTING]

[REPEATED THUDDING]

[JOHNNIE GRUNTING]

[YELLING]

[PANTING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[VOCALIZING]

Prick.

[THEME MUSIC]

[VOCALIZING]