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[THEME MUSIC]

[SIREN]

[SIGH]

[GROAN]

Oh, god.

[SHOUTING]

The little dragon.

Oh, no!

[LAUGHTER]

You're splashing it everywhere.

[LAUGHTER]

I'm going.

Good luck.

And Marcia?

It's good having you home.

[THUNDER]

Mom, where's my bag?

Where's my bag?

There it is.

Come on, Jeremy.

Hm?

It's 22.

We've got to go.

Right.

Come on, boys.

Out.

All right, I'll see you later.

Bye, Charlie.

Bye, Sam. - Bye.

Bye.

Hey-- wait a minute, boys!

Hold on.

Take this.

Put it over your heads, all right?

OK, off you go.

Mark, it's me.

The thing we talked about--

I've made up my mind.

Let's do it.

[SHOUTING]

Get some!

Bloody want some justice!

[SHOUTING]

[CROWD SHOUTING "INNOCENT!"]

I don't know what time I'll be back.

What's that for?

Uh-- it's nothing.

It's just for work.

Come on, you're going to be late.

Hey.

Oh my god.

Yeah. I'm famous.

Just a-- just a whack on the side of my head.

Oh, it looks terrible.

No, I'm all right.

I'm all right.

You know, it was just kids.

In another day, I mean, the wrong postal address,

I suppose.

You all right, mate?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Thaks.

Members of the jury, it says something

about the sophistication of our democracy that a case like this

should never reach the courts.

Instead of the customary heated debate with the prosecution

and defense head to head in passionate argument,

both sides in this trial have spent most of their time in--

well, absolute agreement with one another.

Now, why is that?

It is because the defendant has no choice.

He finds himself up against a mountain of evidence

which he simply cannot contest.

And not just technical, police, or forensic evidence,

but unchallenged public witness evidence

pertaining to the three most important elements

in any murder case--

motive, intent, murder weapon.

So let us remind ourselves, one last time, of the facts

that we all agree upon.

On the morning the 15th of May, the defendant, Duvinder Singh,

left his house at 7:15 AM.

Fact.

Instead of going to school, he went in the opposite direction,

along high street to his local Sikh temple.

Fact.

There he collected a 3 foot sword

which he had learned to use to lethal effect

in Gatka martial art classes.

[SHOUTING]

From there he set off in the direction of Mannings Heath

with only one thing on his mind--

cold blooded murder.

Fact.

Once there, he waited for his victim to approach on a route

he knew he took every morning.

Again, fact, ladies and gentlemen.

Uncontested fact.

Soon afterwards, he was seen running away from the murder

scene in a distressed state, in the direction

of the canals, where he threw away his school uniform.

Then he changed his appearance at a hairdresser's.

Again, all uncontested facts.

So what does this leave the defendant with?

11 minutes.

11 minutes on the Heath.

That's all he's got.

11 unwitnessed minutes.

So what does he come up with?

He had a change of heart.

Decided against it.

Got cold feet.

And that's it.

That is the defense.

No evidence, no arguments, no witnesses, no proof.

Just the ludicrous notion that having done everything

preparatory to the commission of the murder, the defendant

somehow then pulled back from the brink.

Oh, and that one Thomas Haynes, a mental patient conveniently

stalking the Heath--

Mr. Lewis?

I am sorry, milord.

Quite apart from the fact that he was on a different side

of the Heath, and nowhere near the murder when it occurred,

Mr. Haynes is a known sex offender, and nowhere

in his criminal or mental history

is there any evidence of attacks on males, let alone schoolboys.

No, the whole Thomas Haynes sideshow is

about something else entirely.

A desperate and cynical attempt by the defense

to blame an apparently inadequate police

investigation.

2,000 homes in door to door inquiries.

85 police officers working more than 500 hours

at an estimated cost of 1 and 1/2 million pounds.

Members of the jury, let us be absolutely clear

about one thing--

this was not an inadequate police investigation.

This is just another smokescreen to distract you

from the obvious conclusion-- namely

that the defendant is guilty.

[SHOUTING]

Guilty, as all the evidence shows.

[SHOUTING]

Guilty, as all his behavior after the event shows.

Members of the jury--

it is the crown's burden to prove beyond reasonable doubt

that Duvinder Singh committed murder on that morning.

And I concede we do not have a direct eyewitness

to the crime itself--

but in the absence of such direct evidence,

the prosecution has no option but to draw inferences.

Safe inferences, drawn from a large pool of evidence.

And here we rely on you, members of the jury.

Although we have no direct witness for that moment when

Duvinder Singh murdered John Meyer,

when you consider the overwhelming weight

of evidence--

the motive, the intent, the murder weapon--

and the blatant attempts to conceal

his guilt after the event--

we submit you can draw safe inferences that the defendant

is guilty as charged.

And now I ask you to do the responsible thing,

as privileged citizens of this society,

and return a guilty verdict.

[CROWD CHANTING "INNOCENT!"]

Here.

The deeds to the flat.

Well, don't look so morbid.

I feel morbid, Mark.

I might as well be handing over my wife and family.

Relax.

It'll be fine.

It seems this episode was meant to happen--

our meeting in court like that.

My needing to make amends.

There's a happy serendipity about it.

Yeah, well, let's hope so.

Tony.

Mark Waters. I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Look, something you can do for me.

OK.

Bye.

Right.

That's done.

He's agreed to offer you a loan.

Against your flat as security.

With the loan, you'll buy shares in the Japanese research

company, and then in a day or two, when they're bought out,

you pay Tony back out of the profits.

- How much have you asked for? - Not a lot.

90 grand. - Jesus.

There's no point in pissing about.

- Who is he? - He's fine.

Where does his money come from?

That's not your problem.

What if it doesn't work out?

It will.

Relax.

Trust me.

It's as solid as a rock.

You're not losing your buckle, are you?

No. Of course not.

Good.

Charles. How nice to see you how.

Father Gervaise.

Thank you for coming.

I was just reading about you in the paper.

Well, not you.

You know, the trial. - Yeah.

I know, sometimes this blanket coverage, it feels--

Suffocating, I'm sure.

Yes.

Tell me, have you made a decision?

Because if not, you know, there's no need to rush it.

I'm sure the rector is flexible, and you can-- you know,

you can always join us again next year.

No, father.

I have given it thought, and I have decided.

And?

I won't be coming back.

Oh, no, Charles.

And I had so prayed you would.

It's your girlfriend, is it?

I remember things were never settled there between you.

It's not Isabella.

It's quite the opposite.

Then what, Charles?

What?

Tell me.

It's just--

I'm still not certain.

Oh.

I remember you told us once--

we don't choose this.

We are chosen.

When I came to the seminary five years ago,

I did so out of choice.

And I thought that by this time, I would feel chosen.

And I don't.

Nor do I. And it may surprise you to learn that cast iron

certainty comes to very few.

It's just-- just not being certain that--

it doesn't mean there's something wrong with me?

Oh, dear god, no.

Not being certain speaks in your favor.

Certainty comes to those nutters who stand on orange crates

in Hyde Park on Sunday morning.

But I still feel I need a sign.

Something which speaks to me.

I see.

And how would you like it?

A buring bush?

A parting sea?

You're not taking me seriously.

And you, Charlie boy, are taking it too seriously.

And I'd be willing to guess are looking in all the wrong places

for your signs.

Do you mind if I join you?

No. No.

Sit down.

It's nice to see you.

You know, I thought maybe after our chat the other day,

that we might both be sensible.

Doing the old avoiding thing.

[INAUDIBLE]

Did you see who did it?

I think it was just some junkie,

pissed off that he couldn't find anything to take in my flat.

So you know, whacked me over the head with a baseball bat.

How do you know it's a baseball bat?

Because I saw it.

Mr. Cording.

Thank you, my lord.

11 minutes.

That's what all this boils down to.

All these witnesses, all those police hours.

All those doors they knocked on.

All those statements they took.

But still, not one fingerprint.

Not one bloodstain.

Just 11 minutes.

11 minutes for which there is no witness.

The 11 minutes for which there is

only circumstantial evidence.

Evidence from which my learned friends with the crown

would ask you to draw only damning inferences.

Well, there's another word for inference,

and that's speculation.

And there's another word for speculation, too,

and that's guessing.

And there's another expression for guessing.

And that's I don't know.

They don't know.

I don't know.

None of us will ever know for certain.

But I don't know is not good enough for a court of law.

I don't know isn't good enough for the family of the victim,

and I don't know is certainly not

good enough to get an innocent boy convicted of murder.

So how do we do it, then?

How do we reach a verdict in a case where nobody knows?

We find the answer, ladies and gentlemen, by understanding

the wider context--

the bigger picture.

Understanding, in fact, what this case is really all about.

As we've already heard, Duvinder Singh is no violent aggressor.

He's a perfectly normal teenager.

The walls of his bedroom don't carry

pictures of guns or terrorists, but photos of Britney Spears.

Robbie Williams.

David Beckham.

Yet as we know, on the morning of the 15th of May,

this perfectly normal teenager was

capable of breaking into a temple,

arming himself with a sword, and heading out to get

his revenge on a classmate.

So how does this angel sit alongside this devil?

The answer, members of the jury, lies in a long history

of political injustice.

For generations, Sikhs have been subjugated, vilified, tortured.

Many of them have come to England

to become valued and respected members of our society

as doctors, teachers.

Yet tragically this bullying continues,

particularly in our schools.

As you recall, Duvinder's told you, as almost all

of his cousins and Sikh friends have suffered similar fates.

Is it any wonder that they should

wish to protect themselves?

That they should learn self-defense?

The prosecution is trying to prejudice you with talk

of an alien Sikh culture.

Please let us not be confused about this.

These are peaceful, law abiding Britons,

protecting themselves for the right to their own survival.

And yes, I can imagine what my--

colleagues are thinking.

They're thinking, oh, here they go, turning

this into something political.

Painting a sympathetic portrait of the defendant as a victim.

Not at all!

It is just vital that we all understand the background

to this so-called aggressive culture, with its self-defense,

and its swords.

That is a vicious and inflammatory racist slur.

And one which the prosecution has been

shamefully quick to exploit.

And what of our own policemen?

The crown insists that this was a thorough investigation,

but how can it be when trained policemen knock on 2,000 doors,

yet totally disregard a known criminal at large on the Heath

at the time?

When they check the defendant's behavioral history

and ignore his medical history?

Which would have revealed an atrophied shoulder!

Totally incapable of those downward thrusts

from the right required to produce

that same pattern of wounds.

This investigation is rotten to the core.

Totally incompetent.

Based entirely on racial prejudice.

Yes, it is true a sense of retribution

took Duvinder Singh to the Heath that morning.

And there it took him to the very brink of murder.

But no further.

Overcome by the fruitlessness of violence,

Duvinder threw the sword away.

He changed his mind.

Changed his mind.

He didn't do it.

And I defy you, members of the jury,

to look this gentle, kind, shy, very

frightened and confused boy in the eyes,

and tell me I'm wrong.

Thank you, milord.

Right, ladies and gentlemen.

There it is.

All the material upon which you have to decide this case

is now before you.

The time has now come for you to retire

to consider your verdict.

At this stage, it must be a unanimous one.

In the unlikely event that you have found your verdict by 5:00

tonight, I must ask you not to talk about this matter

to anyone at home.

Your decision is one which you must arrive at jointly,

without influence from outside.

I need everyone's mobile phones, please.

Thank you.

I'd like to draw your attention to the bell.

Ring this if you need anything.

Food, drink, and the bathrooms are at the end of the room.

Exhibits will be brought to you shortly,

and you've got fresh coffee and tea in the thermos.

Any questions?

Right.

Well, good luck.

All right.

Well, we all heard the judge.

We'd better elect a foreman.

How do we want to do this?

Um-- I suggest all those who want to be considered as jury

foreman to raise their hands.

Yeah, I don't mind.

Right.

Two candidates.

I suggest that we, the two candidates, turn our backs,

and the rest of you vote for your choice.

Right.

All those who want Warren, now raise their hands.

Now, all those who want me, now raise their hands.

Yeah, OK.

Well?

You won.

Narrowly.

Thank you, everybody who voted for me.

I pledge I will do my best to guide

us to reach a swift conclusion.

And now I will take my place at the head of the table.

Right.

Let us begin.

I propose we start with vote.

What?

I see no reason to waste everyone's

time when we might already have reached a unanimous verdict.

Yeah, hang on a minute.

I thought the point was to end up with a verdict?

Yes, but what if we already agree?

But we won't.

How can you say that?

Because that's the whole point, isn't it?

I mean, that's why there are so many of us,

from all walks of life.

We're bound to disagree.

Then we talk it through to make sure.

What?

That we don't make snap judgments.

Snap judgments is just another name for instincts.

And first instincts are the most useful things we

can have in a case like this.

Otherwise, people talk and talk.

It goes around and around, nothing gets decided.

Would it be all right if I had a cup of tea?

Tea?

No, madam, please.

We have three hours.

We take the tea at the halfway point.

Wait a minute.

You're the foreman.

Since when did you decide on tea breaks?

Look, do you want me to do this or not?

I want you to stand up in court

and say guilty or not guilty.

I don't need you to tell me when we

can or can't have tea breaks.

In that case, I stand down.

Oh, please.

This is absurd.

Look, we need rules.

Otherwise we sit here for one month and do nothing.

All right.

Let's vote.

What's to lose?

What's to lose is we've all declared our hand.

Let's get it over with.

I mean, she might have a point.

At least we'll know where we all stand.

Right.

Thank you.

All those who find the defendant guilty of murder as charged,

raise their hands.

Those who find him innocent?

Abstentions?

Well, we have a hung jury.

Surprise, surprise.

So what do we do now?

Um-- well, since the guilty votes are in the majority,

and there are only three not guilty votes,

I suggest we ask the not guilty voters to explain

to us why they voted that way.

Great.

So they can try and bully as into changing our minds.

No.

So we can understand.

I don't mind saying why I voted not guilty.

It's because I think the other guy did it.

Who?

Thomas Haynes.

Do me a favor.

So you really think this, uh--

this Thomas Haynes committed the murder?

I think there's a chance.

Oh.

I suppose Mickey Mouse was his accomplice, was he?

Oh, that's really helpful, isn't it?

Well, we've been in court all week.

Please, please--

Do you not want to listen to the evidence?

We have a lot to do.

What are you talking-- you don't know

what you're talking about.

I'm so sorry.

Please, everyone--

A known violent criminal was on the Heath,

and they didn't investigate.

They just went with the person that fitted the crime.

That's an inadequate investigative.

The investigation is not on trial.

An Asian kid was the only suspect.

That's typical police.

Here we go again.

If it had been a black or an Asian nutter,

they'd have checked him out.

I didn't think people talked like that anymore.

Only because attitudes haven't changed.

So why weren't Thomas Haynes' fingerprints on the sword?

I don't know.

Maybe he was wearing gloves?

Well, why would he be wearing gloves?

So he doesn't leave prints.

Well, that's a pretty rational thing to do.

No nutter would think of doing that.

Oh, what?

So in order to be disturbed, he has to be foaming at the mouth,

or dressed like Napoleon?

Could I just say--

I didn't like that policeman.

What policeman?

The one with the mustache.

Uh-- there wasn't one with a mustache.

Are you sure?

Please, everyone, let's keep to one issue at a time.

We are on the issue of fingerprints.

Maybe he wiped the prints clean?

Oh, great.

Now we've got a nutter with gloves and a napkin.

What, is he a silver service nutter?

Look, he could have been wearing just gloves, generally.

Just tell us what happened to the--

He is--

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

For god's sake, one person--

Everyone, this is ridiculous.

We're supposed to be working together.

Time is ticking by.

Now will you admit it was a mistake asking people to vote?

Oh, all right.

I admit, I should--

This was always the danger-- people

forming two unbridgeable camps.

And no one is willing to give an inch.

I know.

So go on.

You know so much better.

You be foreman.

Oh, no, that's not my point.

Look, this is crazy.

We're tired.

Why don't we just start again tomorrow?

Because it's 4:00.

We've still got an hour.

I know that, but we're not getting anywhere.

I'm tired and fed up. - So am I.

Yeah, I agree.

Nothing is going to be achieved like this, apart from people

losing their tempers and falling out with each other.

Let's go home and sleep on it.

And tomorrow, I resign.

[SIGH]

Well, if you're going to resign tomorrow,

what don't you resign today?

That way we can elect a new foreman tonight,

and he or she can work out some kind of order.

Some organization so this doesn't repeat itself.

Good idea.

Hear, hear.

Warren, you put yourself up for it last time.

How about it this time? - No.

No, no thanks.

I've changed my mind.

Cheers.

Charles, how about you?

No, if you don't mind.

Well, Marcia, you obviously have strong opinions.

What about you? - No.

For a start, I don't have time tonight.

- Jeremy? - Me?

Yes.

Gosh.

Goodness.

What about you?

Me?

Yeah, you.

You're responsible.

Organized.

Look more like Henry Fonda than anybody else in here.

You're the obvious candidate.

Seconded.

Thirded.

All those in favor of Peter being foreman?

Wait a minute.

Right.

That appears to be a unanimous verdict.

Oh, wonderful.

[CROWD SHOUTING "INNOCENT!"]

Hey, Rose?

[CROWD SHOUTING "INNOCENT!"]

[INAUDIBLE].

Are you busy?

I thought you and me might go and get

some coffee, or something?

Oh-- no, I can't.

OK.

I can't do this anymore.

Um-- I'm married, Johnny.

What?

And I think he did that to you.

I'm so sorry.

You know, I didn't want to get you involved.

I didn't want to get anyone involved.

What?

I-- why didn't you tell me?

I--

I don't know.

Is that-- was I that blind, that I didn't even see that?

I swapped them round.

Ah.

No.

I didn't know what I was doing.

[INAUDIBLE]

You know, I just wanted to be someone else.

I just-- I just want it to be--

I just wanted to do something for me.

You know?

Just once.

I just wanted to forget, and I just wanted to breathe.

That's nice.

No, please don't take it wrong.

No, no.

I'm glad that I could--

I could be a help to you. - Oh, no.

It's not like that.

It's not like what?

Take some-- lovestruck impression [INAUDIBLE],,

and you--

you wind him up, and then you--

you throw him the shade? Oh, I--

Johnny, it wasn't about picking you up.

You know, I didn't know I was going to run into you.

Johnny!

Johnny.

I can't think of a single time in my whole life

when I've been ill.

Here, drink this.

Thanks.

My body wouldn't know how, because there's never

been anyone to look after me.

You don't have to stay, you kno?

I'll be all right.

I'm tough as an old boot.

No, I wouldn't hear of it.

I shall get my belongings, and if you don't mind,

I shall make use of your couch.

Oh.

And then when we've finished with the trial,

I'll help you sort things out.

I don't want to go into a home.

No.

When I go, I want to go on my own time.

Right.

Could you be there for me?

Of course.

I'd like to have the last rites from someone I know.

Last rites?

Someone who knows my story.

I can't give those.

They have to be given by an ordained priest.

ANNOUNCER: I think it's going to have to be

Bernardio that takes this. But he'll mind.

Right, so City have assembled their own two man wall.

It is--

I'm going to ask you a question.

And I want you to tell me the truth.

Was it you?

What do you mean, was it me?

Did you do it?

Did you follow him home?

Who?

You know exactly who.

What would you expect, eh?

I'm not going to sit back and do nothing.

Why, Len?

Why?

Because I saw what was going on between you.

- Nothing happened. - He was all over you.

He never did a thing.

I saw it.

That lunch.

I saw it for myself.

Lunch?

You followed me? - Yeah.

I followed you when I saw how you was behaving.

I think you're confusing your job--

Taking your clothes into the court?

Getting changed in the toilets?

I think you're confusing our marriage with surveillance.

There's no confusion here, Rose.

I know exactly what is going on.

Well, nothing happened, Len. Nothing.

And nothing ever was going to happen.

But it happened.

In here.

Didn't it?

Yeah.

It did.

What, that is just as bad.

No, it isn't, Len.

It's human.

I didn't act on it.

It's not a crime.

So what are you going to do now?

Batter me?

You going to take your baseball bat out on me?

This court case has ruined everything.

I knew it the minute the summons came through that door.

I saw how much you wanted it.

I wanted to be alone.

No, you wanted to escape.

Yeah, have you ever asked yourself why, Len?

Ever thought of that?

I hate living here.

It's unbearable.

You never change.

That's why I like talking to him.

I have problems, but I try to change.

Well, don't you think I would?

Do you think I'd change if I could get me leg back?

It's not about your leg, Len.

It's about you.

That is so easy for you to say.

Where's the easy bit, Len?

Just show me.

Where's the easy bit about living with you?

[COUGHING]

[SHOUTING]

[SHOUTING]

[DOORBELL]

Daddy, no.

He said no disturbances, OK?

- I've got to talk to him. - No.

Look, they've had a bad day in the jury room.

It was trying to come up with some kind of agenda,

or something for tomorrow.

It's important. It above the boy.

Tell him.

Daddy, no!

What is this?

Ever since he got on this jury, you've

been trying to muscle in, offer your opinion

where it isn't called for.

Oh, come on.

It's his trial.

He's the juror here.

What's gotten on with you?

- Nothing. - Yes, there is this.

This whole butting in thing going on,

which is frankly embarrassing.

What is it? Hm?

Don't think he'll come up with the right decision

without your guidance?

No, it's not that.

Well, is it just that you hate someone else

being the center of attention?

Is that it?

Worried that the family is focused on someone else?

No.

Yes, it is.

That's it.

Absolute nonsense.

Well, if you ask me, you--

you need a-- a couple of good hobbies.

Really?

Yes.

Just go home and find out whether the English cricket

team is touring this winter, take Mom, and go and join them.

Or get yourself hooked on the bloody internet.

Well, all right!

But you tell him this--

I went down to the canals and spoke

to a couple of schoolboys.

Daddy, go.

It's important.

Well, tell him to call me.

Trust the process, you said.

Do nothing, and trust the process.

Well, we've done nothing.

We trusted the process.

Now we want action.

Is that right?

So how do you think I feel?

I was there when that boy was born.

Dropped into my hands.

Cleaned the blood off him, held him to my chest.

In the beginning, I sat with him all night.

Fed him with a bottle.

Taught him his first words.

Picked him up when he fell.

A gift from God.

He was my everything.

So you don't think I've have to hold myself back?

Eh?

Contain myself a thousand times from jumping across that court,

and tearing his dirty head off?

[INAUDIBLE] your promise now, that I made on that first day.

If that jury don't deliver justice,

I'll deliver justice on my own.

That boy will die.

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