Original subtitles

This is where I would come if I wanted to throw

away a bloodstained uniform.

And now I ask you to do the responsible thing

and return a guilty verdict.

But don't look so morbid.

I feel morbid, Mark.

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

Would you be there for me?

Of course.

The vendor threw the salt away.

He changed his mind.

Didn't do it.

Maybe he wiped the prints cleaned.

Do me a favor.

Oh, that's really helpful.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

Have you made a decision?

I won't be coming back.

I'm married, Johnny.

Oh, no.

- What about you? - Me?

You're the obvious candidate.

All those in favor of Peter being foreman.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

This court case has ruined everything.

[SCREAMS]

If that jury don't deliver justice,

I'll deliver justice on my own.

[THEME MUSIC]

OK, let's go.

Come out, Steve [INAUDIBLE].

Chop, chop.

Let's be having ya.

[PANTING HEAVILY]

Ah, Jesus.

Johnnie.

Bloody fool, man!

Hey, Johnnie.

Johnnie!

Hey.

I suppose you want me to go back to the clinic now.

Not today I don't.

You've got an important job to do all day in the trial.

Tomorrow?

Well, I don't know about tomorrow, son.

Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is a mystery and all that.

You concentrate on the dear.

Must be bad.

Thought I was six months clean time.

Hey, that happens to all of us.

It took me two years--

two years-- to stop sliping.

Then one day you just get it.

And all that white noise and interference,

it'll just go away.

You'll love seeing when it's happened to me won't you?

I won't need to.

You'll know yourself.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

You sure you're going to be all right?

No.

But I've got my vote to make.

[SIGH]

So come on, give me your arm.

Now, listen.

If I fall asleep during the day, you just

can give me a bit of a nudge.

[CROWD NOISE]

Say bye, mommy.

And good luck.

I'll rush back as soon as we're finished.

No, no, no. You take your time.

Get the decision right.

Look, mom.

I know I was, uh, a bit uptight for the first couple of days.

You've been great.

I-- I couldn't have done it without you.

What was that word you just said?

What?

Mom?

You know, you haven't called me that in a long time.

Well, maybe you haven't been one for a long time.

Can I start again?

Yeah.

Do I look all right?

Beautiful.

And go a couple of buttons, look even better.

Bye.

[CROWD CHANTING]

I forgot to mention my father dropped by last night.

He said it was urgent and to call him.

Something about his school uniform.

Oh, not again.

Why didn't he just let it go?

Oh, I don't know.

Anyway, he wants you to call him at the office or on mobile.

All right. Thanks.

Good bye. - Good luck.

Thanks.

[CROWD CHANTING]

Um, in-- in my opinion, yesterday's discussions

were a little unfocused.

And the reason for that, I think is

that, um, we spent most of our time

talking about Thomas Haynes.

And Thomas Haynes isn't on trial here.

Duvinder Singh is.

So I thought if we concentrate on him.

Uh, now, looking back over my notes,

it seems there were certain key pieces

of evidence which were overlooked

in the closing speeches.

So I thought if we focus on those.

OK.

Good idea.

Why not starting with the shoulder?

What shoulder?

The shoulder allegedly ripped out of its socket in a bullying

incident six months prior to the murder, which the defense

suggested meant that Duvinder Singh

was incapable of committing the crime.

But do we believe that?

I suppose that's my question.

He didn't have an injured shoulder.

He carried on playing cricket, bowling the ball.

Yeah, but th-- there's a difference,

isn't there, between a six-ounce cricket

ball and a bloody great sword.

The prosecution made the point that this, um, sword

fighting art, um, gotcha--

- Gatka. - Gatka.

OK.

--taught him to fight with both hands.

So these wounds could have been made with just the left hand.

Come on.

Do you really think a 15-year-old boy

who is, what, 8 and 1/2 stone could make that kind of damage

with his left hand?

Why not?

Why not?

Because it's bloody heavy.

That's why.

I mean, this thing has got to weight a good, what,

five or six pounds?

It's five pounds.

Yeah. Whatever.

You know, have you actually tried picking this thing up

using your weak hand?

No.

Well, there's a surprise. Here.

You try.

You're about his size and weight.

- I don't want to touch it. - Yeah.

And, uh, and we should remember that in Gatka lessons,

these kids train with a harmless wooden sword that

only weighs one or two pounds.

So in theory, although he might have been trained

to use his left hand, in reality,

the full weight of a proper sword would prohibit it.

OK.

This is it here.

Now, the prosecution claims if you were to study these Gatka

movements, they would correspond exactly

with the cuts on the body here, proving

that the murderer had to be versed in the art of Gatka.

What a load of crap.

I mean, I'm sorry.

But I defy anyone to show any connection between these moves

here and these wounds.

Oh, I don't know.

Where, for Christ's sake?

Well, these-- this cut here on the neck, for example.

And this movement here.

Very good, Donne.

Why don't you put on your glasses

straight and have another look.

Hey.

I don't wear glasses.

OK.

What about that gash there and this stroke here?

Oh, come on.

Anyone could have done that. - On that one?

It's the same. It's just random butchering.

- I agree. - Exactly.

These wounds, th-- they're all totally random.

The angles are all different.

It doesn't look like someone was versed in the art.

[INAUDIBLE]

The defense shot this down in flames on day one.

Now, this is the cops where Duvinder Singh lay in waiting.

And we know from the police report

that the body was found here, the head facing north,

and that the sword was found all the way over here--

thank you-- in these bushes.

You have to ask yourself, if Duvinder Singh came

in this direction and went off in this direction,

why would he have gone all the way over there

to throw away the sword?

[LIQUID POURING]

So when was the last sighting before the Lollipop man hits?

0740, the last sighting on Heath.

Yeah, and the Lollipop man?

7:51.

OK.

So assuming that's correct, that's

11 minutes for him to kill the boy

and travel a distance from the murder scene to the road.

Which is just over a mile.

- Except does that seem right? - Yes.

Yeah, that's right.

I'm average fitness, and it takes me eight minutes

to run a mile.

So just over a mile in a distressed state,

that's 9, 9-1/2 minutes.

It fits.

Assuming, of course, everybody's watches

are perfectly synchronized. - Yeah.

So assuming that, that leaves just, what, 90

seconds to commit the murder?

That's enough time.

How long does it take to kill someone with a sword?

Well, I don't know, but in 28 stab wounds with that sword,

I mean, that's going to take a while, isn't it?

- How long is a while? - Well, I don't know.

A while-- I mean, you felt the weight of that sword.

Now, imagine like 28 swings in 90 seconds,

plus that you've got to take into consideration

any deep cuts and his sword getting stuck in--

in bone or cartilage.

Please.

Absolutely.

That's what's going to have happened, isn't it?

I'm sorry.

[INAUDIBLE] can not less than two minutes.

So suddenly we've got an expert in stab wounds.

- Aw, shut-- - This is just ridiculous.

I mean, all this evidence.

We're trying to piece it together like we're

detectives or something.

But you heard the judge.

That's our job-- to discuss the evidence.

Yes.

But the evidence isn't conclusive.

What are we going to do?

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know.

I was bullied once.

It was a long time ago now.

But I still remember the sickness in my stomach

as I approached the school gates.

The trouble I went to to cover the bruising,

protecting them, covering their tracks,

walking along the walls, looking down at the floor,

never wanting to attract attention to myself.

I remember the dreams I had.

Always wanted to be someone else, somewhere else.

Sleep was my only friend.

I remember bullying and what it did to me.

If I'm honest, those bullies have never left me.

They've followed me all my life.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[COUGH]

I-- I've never told anyone that before,

not even my wife, children.

Thank you for listening.

Actually, um, I was, uh, I--

I was bullied at school too, not--

not with violence but with silence.

I was just sent to Coventry by my friends.

Funny, me too.

Coincidence, eh?

Most of the people who think this kid's innocent

were bullied themselves.

Anyone else?

You Johnny?

You look like you're still being bullied.

No.

Actually, you're wrong.

See, all my life, I've been a bully.

I can think of a bunch of people like that man out the back

there, like the two of you who'd crap their pants if they

thought of me right now.

And women too.

So your theory is wrong.

Yeah, definitely.

Jealousy and suspicion, neglect count as bullying,

I've been bullied the last six years.

And I know what it's like to hate.

And I know what it's like to inflict pain.

And I know what it's like to want to get even.

But that doesn't necessarily mean you want to kill someone.

No.

So why else do you think he did it?

Oh, I don't know.

Something about his calmness.

No.

It's something to do with another word

beginning with C, his culture.

[INAUDIBLE]

These Sikhs are fanatics.

They live for fighting.

They kill for fun.

[INAUDIBLE] I'm glad Attila the fucking

Hun could join us today.

Look, this boy did it.

It's in his culture.

Changing his mind is not even in his frame of reference.

That's so wrong.

Of course he could change his mind.

That made perfect sense to me.

He was all mixed up with his culture and his history

of proud resistance.

And at the same time, he's just trying to be

a normal English kid right now.

He was confused.

That's why he cut off his hair, why he threw away the turban.

Do me a favor.

He threw away the turban because it was covered

in that kid's fucking blood.

Your opinion.

[BANGING ON DOOR]

Good afternoon all.

The judge wants to see you.

Do you know why?

It's perfectly normal.

He just wants to see how you're getting on.

Remember, when you enter the court,

no talking among yourselves.

Also, try to avoid eye contact with people

in the public gallery.

Would the foreman please stand.

Mr. Foreman, have you reached a verdict

upon which you all agree?

No.

In that case, members of the jury, the time

has now come when I can accept a majority verdict.

That is a verdict where at least 10 of you agree.

I will accept a 10 to 2, 11 to 1 for or against.

Please retire once more.

Thank you.

Well, was it just me or does anyone

else feel like we are a--

a complete failure?

The morons who can't make a decision.

I-- I think we're doing very well.

You know, the fact that we're taking so long

means we're taking it seriously.

Right, well I suppose we should carry on.

We were discussing Sikh culture.

Look, before we get back into that, you know, I--

I'd like to know what you think.

- Me? - Yeah.

Well, you're now the-- the official foreman.

You've put a lot of time and thought into this.

And you know, you-- you-- you're an intelligent, responsible man

who has an opinion.

I mean, I think we deserve to know what that opinion is.

Yeah, absolutely.

Well, in my opinion, the foreman should stay

impartial as long as he can.

Well, we've been here for hours,

and the-- the rest of us are getting

a little bit snow blind.

We'd like to know.

Um, the truth is, I don't know what I think anymore.

On the one hand, the evidence against this boy is compelling.

You know, we have motive.

We have the weapon.

Intent.

Well, thank you.

But do I think the evidence is compelling enough to convict?

No.

Therefore, can I be 100% certain that this boy is guilty?

No.

I can't.

And similarly with the defense, you know,

we have compelling character evidence to suggest

that this boy is innocent.

We have a seemingly racist police force hell-bent

on a quick conviction.

But do we have hard evidence to prove he's innocent?

No.

So can we be absolutely certain of his innocence?

No.

No.

Well, strictly speaking, we should

return a verdict of not guilty.

Not because we believe in his innocence,

but simply because we are unable to prove guilt. Well, you know,

there's something about that that isn't right for me.

I don't want to return a verdict because I don't know.

I want to feel sure.

I want to really believe in my decision.

So how do I do that?

Where do I go?

Where do I look for that kind of certainty?

Well, the answer to that is in here.

My instincts.

So I closed my eyes, and I listened,

listened to what my heart told me,

and it told me to go back to the first moment

I set eyes on Duvinder Singh.

So that's what I did.

I went back into the courtroom, and I saw him up there,

and I looked into his eyes.

He was a frightened little boy, shaking.

And I realized that when all is said and done,

this is still a murder case with 28 stab wounds--

28-- and my instinct told me that this kid

could never do that.

OK.

One cut maybe, one cut in anger, but not

this protracted, wanton carnage.

Not this kid.

So my instinct still tells me what it told me the moment

I first set eyes on him.

that he's innocent.

Yes.

But can I prove it? No.

I can't prove it.

It's just my instinct.

And in this case, I'm afraid, that's all we've got.

So who else did it?

That's not the point.

It is the point.

It's the only friggin point.

What are we all being so coy about with this kid?

What?

This kid did it.

Look at the evidence.

28 stab wounds.

- He blew his top. - He lost it.

With an injured arm.

He didn't have an injured arm.

Then the timings didn't make sense then.

According to unsynchronized watches.

But there's no way--

I mean, I just do not see this kid

doing, what, 28 stab wounds.

Yeah.

What are you all doing?

You're listening to your heart and not your head.

Come on.

Voting for something that flies

in the face of-- of everything.

We've been setting about here for hours, right,

and-- and quite frankly, I'm getting cramps in my ass,

and I've got a splitting headache.

I mean, I say why don't we take a vote, yeah?

[INTERPOSING VOICES] - Second.

I will second. - All right.

All right. All right.

All those who find the defendant not guilty, raise your hands.

Still leaves 3--

4.

Oh, my God.

One of you changes your mind, we've got a verdict.

And I certainly shall not be changing mine.

And I won't be changing mine either.

Don't look at me.

Right from the start of this trial,

you said that the boy was guilty.

Why?

Well, I don't know.

Maybe it's because I've seen the way

you all sympathize with him, because he's been bullied.

I've seen the compassion in your eyes.

Well, I've spent six years with a man who's had sympathy

wherever he goes, and I know firsthand

the cruelty he's capable of.

And that's why I've always think this kid could have done it.

But you know, maybe--

and-- and-- and I, uh, I don't know.

But you do.

Don't you see?

At least deep down, we all know what we think.

And we have that, that little voice and say it is that--

that tells when you trust someone

and when not or when you believe something or when not--

Wait. Stop this.

Just close your eyes, Rose, and listen to that voice,

because that is your instinct speaking to you.

I can't.

Oh, yes you can.

- Just close your eyes. - Peter.

This isn't right.

What does it say to us.

You're leading--

Ssh.

[WHISPERING] What does it say?

It says not guilty.

That's it.

That is a verdict.

We've done it.

Lucky fools.

Now you've done.

You've voted for a happy ending, but sometimes

there isn't a happy ending.

Well done.

Very proud of yourselves.

God help us.

All parties in the case of the Crown versus Singh,

court number 1, please.

That's it.

That's us.

That's it.

They're done.

OK.

They've decided.

Well, there's, uh, there's nothing

left to say, but good luck.

No.

There's nothing left to say but thanks.

Thanks a lot.

[RETREATING FOOTSTEPS]

Would the foreman please rise.

Please confine yourself to answering yes or no

to the following question.

Have you reached a verdict upon which at least 10 of you agree?

Yes.

Do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

[DISTRAUGHT] What?

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

You what?

[YELLING]

[INAUDIBLE] I ask for the defendant to be discharged.

Yes, of course, the defendant is discharged.

[COURTROOM CHAOS]

Not guilty.

[CROWD REACTION]

[SIREN]

Wow.

That seems like a lot of trouble out there.

They can't just let us out.

Is that it?

Does anyone protect us?

No.

You're not seriously going to let us go out there,

are you, love?

Well, you want to go home, don't you?

I would remind you it is a criminal offense

for any juror to talk to the press about their experiences.

It is also an offense to disclose the names or addresses

of any of the other jurors.

OK, ladies and gents, that's it.

You're free to go.

Thanks a lot.

Yeah, thanks, Donald.

We fucking need [INAUDIBLE]

Justice?

You call this justice?

[CROWD BOOING]

Say something.

Rose.

Rose, wait.

Rose, wait.

Were you just going to go?

I mean, am I not going to see you again?

I don't know, Johnny.

This isn't right.

I need more time.

I don't understand.

This can't be it.

Goodbye, Johnny.

Well, say something.

- Why don't you call? - What?

Well, didn't Marian tell you?

There's something I wanted to say to you.

No, Michael. It's over now.

No. No.

The tunnel.

The police never checked it.

I spoke to some schoolchildren that were there

when the frogmen went diving, and they

were quite certain the police never looked there.

- Let it go, Michael. - Look.

I'm telling you.

That's where he threw away the uniform.

Really?

Is that so? - Look.

He did it, Peter.

He did it.

The boy did it.

God damn it.

From the first time you found out

that I was a juror on this trial,

you tried to hijack the whole thing.

You've barged your way in.

You jumped into my spotlight, trying to make

yourself feel important. - Peter.

Can't you just accept this is none of your business?

Then that'll be on your conscience,

because that uniform is in there in one of those drains.

[CROWD YELLING]

[SIREN]

[CROWD YELLING]

Come on.

Let's go.

[SIREN]

[AIRPORT HUSTLE AND BUSTLE]

Excuse me.

[CLICK]

[GUNSHOT]

[BIRD CALLING]

[SUITCASE CLOSING]

It this it?

I've always wondered what it would feel like.

I've spent so long imagining what it would

be like when I've gone then.

You'll barely notice me being here.

I know this trial did it when the summer's come.

First chance you'd be off.

Completely locked away.

Can't keep me from the rest of the world.

If it was the only way I could leave you.

Could have kept be 100 different ways.

Trusting me, loving me properly, most of all

by not doing what you did.

Well, now you got the excuse you been looking for.

I don't think you'll ever know how devoted I've been to you.

No enough you didn't fall into the arms of the first man that

come along.

It's not about that and you know it.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

What about me?

How am I going to go?

A few years back, they gave you [INAUDIBLE]..

I think the least they expected is that you could cope.

Goodbye, Len.

[RADIO CHATTER]

What are you doing?

Drinking.

Unfortunately, all we have is this sweet sherry

we bought for your mother.

I think I may have had a little too much.

Why don't you get in the shower,

and I'll put on some coffee?

Would that be the leaking, spitting shower

THAT doesn't work in the rotting avocado bathroom

without a bath?

What is the matter with you?

That.

That is the matter with me.

The stock Mark Waters recommended.

The diabetes stock, the one I doubted, the one

I thought he was making up.

It went through the roof.

What has that got to do with us?

Everything.

I pulled out.

What do you mean?

I mean I pulled out.

Didn't have the balls.

Wait a second.

Are you saying that at one point,

you were going to go through with this?

At one point, he had the deeds to this place in his hands.

No.

Jesus Christ.

Mom?

How could you do that?

Don't you see, it would have changed everything?

- What? - Well, the house, laughter.

We'd have had it all back.

It would have changed nothing.

Mom, dad.

The size of the rooms maybe, the quality of the furniture,

but it wouldn't--

Yeah, what about us?

Wouldn't have changed that?

What things changing?

I want that look in your eyes that you had before.

You'll get it back, I promise, but only when you move on.

Well, don't you think that's what I was trying to do?

No.

You were trying to move back, back to what we had.

But you're beautiful.

It's gone. It's gone forever.

[WATER DRIPPING]

Shortly before Elsie died, she told me her life story

and in particular her struggle against loneliness,

her long and unsuccessful search for her son.

And hearing it, I was struck by a powerful sense of injustice,

that someone so kind should suffer so much.

But Elsie didn't succumb to this.

She came to the trial every day in order

to make a difference to someone else's life,

while her own life was slipping away before our eyes.

And this sacrifice did make a difference to all our lives.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, you look-- you look great. - Oh, thanks.

And you, um, different.

Oh, yeah?

Thanks.

So you like the, uh, you like the new smart look, eh?

Yeah, Eddie's got me on a pretty tight rein.

I'm working 40 hours and having three meals a day,

and I'm paying tax.

[SIGH]

I've got a job at the, uh, working at a job center.

Right.

What about you?

Uh, I'm back at work at the salon.

Oh, wow.

Actually friends just asked me if I'd like to go 50/50

opening up our own business.

Oh.

That's great.

[CLEARS THROAT]

So you seeing anyone?

No.

I mean apart from the fact that there isn't anyone, no.

Strictly forbidden, you know, until my, uh,

until my one-year ban is up.

How long left?

Oh, well, five months, three weeks, and four days.

Right.

And, uh, this ban, does that include trips to the cinema

and walks in the park on a Saturday afternoon?

I could check it out.

Well, if it doesn't, here's my number.

Call me.

Great.

Stop saying great.

Right.

Peter.

Peter.

You got a minute?

Yes.

Yeah.

My wife took me away, you know, for a break.

I was having trouble sleeping, as it happens.

Yes.

Anyway, while I was away, I got to thinking.

Right.

And I'm thinking why was I so convinced

that this kid had done it?

I mean, there was no concrete evidence was there, either way?

No. No.

What does that say about me? What does that say?

And listen, I came to apologize.

Hm?

You know, for having so little faith in everything.

I think you were right.

Right.

You know, about the kid.

You were right, weren't you?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

[MUSIC PLAYING]