All language subtitles for The Jury s02e02.eng

I found the one.

He's perfect.

I'll make a start tomorrow.

He's just a boy, Catherine.

17 years old.

What do you see in
him? Theresa vestey!

They picked me or
you! I'm in bloody court!

Oh, god.

Jeffrey livingstone.
Tahir takana.

I'll talk to them.
Get them off. No!

He's just run off. Rashid!

Argh!

Alan Lane was looking
for women to kill.

He deserves his life back.

And we...

Owe him an apology.

'The time is just about
eight minutes past seven.

We're talking about the bill to do
away with trial by jury this morning,

because the select committee
for justice is about to deliver

it's verdict on the subject.'

on the line we're joined
by Eleanor Duncan,

the minister for justice, the
strongest proponent of the bill.

Good morning.

'This subject is stirring up
very strong feelings indeed

and that's hardly surprising.'

you are proposing

the abolition of
trial by jury full stop.

'Yes, I certainly would. Why?

Trial by jury brings far fewer
convictions than magistrates.

It's also prone to sick
leave, absenteeism,

judges only, and
is therefore...'

'this is just another way of
the government saving money.

Trial by jury takes significantly
longer than a trial with judges only

and is much more of a
burden to the taxpayer.'

morning.

Morning.

It's all above your
head apparently.

Mmm? According to her.

You're all unemployed.

You barely speak English and
you're too stupid to understand.

Perhaps I should make them
aware of your doctorate in optometry.

Probably would too.

Oh, don't look like that.

It's one of my last
remaining pleasures...

To boast on your behalf.

Have you got
everything you need?

Yes, I'm fine, you go.

Lasagne or
Shepherd's pie tonight?

Darling, don't worry about me.

All right.

Shepherd's pie it is. I'll do
the shopping at lunch time.

Bye. Bye.

'...jury tampering
and corruption...'

now she's saying
you're all corrupt.

Stupid woman.

Your mother and I
owe you an apology.

You were right.

This is your trial.

You are the one who was
summonsed. You are the juror.

We have no right to interfere.

I promise we won't speak to
anyone about exempting you.

And we won't ask any
more questions, ok?

But please never
run off like that again.

You know it's our
job to look after you.

And you know, because
of your condition,

you need a little extra support.

You've got to let us
do our job, understood?

Now, eat up and
I'll take you to court.

No!

I'm going on my own.

Let him go.

Rashid!

(Phone rings)

'Hello, this is Jonathan bamford.
Please leave a message.'

Oh, dear.

I can tell by the look on your
face you have not slept well.

Not a wink. You're not good without
your eight hours, we know that much.

As it happens, I've got a
few things to worry about.

You're not the only one.

Have all articles of
incorporation been provided?

Has there been a complete
declaration of revenue streams?

How accurate is the
valuation of our assets?

Are there hidden liabilities?

The compliance stuff their
lawyers have is a nightmare.

I work in PR not
mergers and acquisitions.

There you go again. What?

Making this all about you.

Quick reality check. If I get
caught, Theresa, we both go to jail.

Don't be ridiculous.

It's here in black and white.
To personate a juror is a serious

offence against public justice
and will be punished accordingly.

Only if you're from the
defendant's family or something.

It is not necessary to
prove any corrupt motive.

The offence is to take the
oath in the name of another.

Jail, Theresa. For
getting you off jury service.

Why "personate"? What?

Not "impersonate".
What's the difference?

(Sighs) What do
you want me to say?

"Sorry" would be a start.

"How could I have
done this to you?"

Something, anything other
than banging on about how much

stress you're under when
you're making a fortune.

Ok, I understand.

And in return for giving
me this opportunity,

I give you my word you
can look forward to a raise.

A meaningful raise.

It's not gonna be much
good to me on death row.

And a promotion.

To what? What do
you have in mind?

Partner. Sod off.

All right, partner salary, then.

Sod off again.

All right, junior partner with
a guarantee of an assistant.

But you are an assistant. All
assistants need an assistant.

Ask around.

All right.

We'll talk after it's done.

You'd better go,
keep us both out of jail.

(Chatter)

Hurry up, man. Ok.

Tape: What is the supreme
law of the land? The constitution.

What does the constitution do?

It sets up the government and
protects basic rights of Americans.

What do we call the first ten
amendments to the constitution?

The bill of rights.

Name three American Indian
tribes. Cherokee, huron, apache.

Every six weeks, I want
your rent in advance.

All right, ok?

Tahir. Here.

It's the one you've
been waiting for, isn't it?

Yes.

Ok?

Ungh.

(Gasps)

(Shouting)

(Siren and horn)

Next please!

Step through, please, madam.

Next, please.

Mr Mallory.

I call the first
witness for the crown.

(Footsteps)

I swear by almighty god

that the evidence I
give shall be the truth,

the whole truth and
nothing but the truth.

Please give the
court your full name.

Tanya Jane Hawkins.

And your occupation?

Managing director of
inloveinlondon. Com

an upscale online
introduction agency. Am I right?

Yes, that's correct.

And Holly Jackson, the first
victim, was one of your subscribers?

Yes, she'd been with us for about
a year at the time of her death.

Have you ever seen
her application form?

Yes. Anything unusual about it?

No. A woman in her mid thirties
looking to meet an attractive man

with a good sense of humour
for romance and companionship.

I'd say that was
entirely typical.

Which brings us to Alan Lane.

Also a subscriber
to your agency.

Yes, although his
subscription had been cancelled

by the time of the murder. Why?

Because we'd received
more than one complaint

about Alan Lane's behaviour
from female subscribers.

And what was the nature
of those complaints?

That he'd been aggressive

when certain ladies
refused to meet him again.

Abusive, intimidating.

And what did you do?

Obviously we immediately
discontinued his subscription.

In situations like that
we move very swiftly.

Thank you. No further questions.

Miss Hawkins,

listening to you just now,

one could infer that
you thought ms Jackson

to be an entirely
respectable subscriber.

Yet mr Lane quite the opposite.

Is that fair? Yes.

So if you had your way,

you'd have 30,000 of the
former and very few of the latter?

Well, none of the
latter, thank you.

Interesting

because having had a chance to
look at their online application forms,

it's clear that wholesale
fraud and deception

were actually only being
practised by one of them.

Let's start with
ms Jackson's age.

She claims in her
application to be 32.

But we know at the time
she joined, she was 37.

She also claims

to be in full-time employment
as a personnel manager

in a large insurance company.

Whereas, in fact, she had
lost her job two years earlier.

She claimed to have been single

but was very much married.

Claimed to enjoy working out,

be a devoted
member of a book club,

love exotic holidays and travel.

But records show

she was neither a
member of a gym

nor a book club

and had never
travelled further afield

than gran canaria.

In contrast,

every claim Alan Lane
made in his application,

about his job,
his marital status,

what he was looking
for in a partner,

were 100% true.

I'm sorry, perhaps I missed it,
was there an actual question?

Oh, yes, there was.

Here it comes again.

Nice and slowly,

so that you don't
miss it this time.

Having had a chance to view
their online application forms,

it's clear that wholesale
fraud and deception

were only being
practised by one of them.

Were you aware of that?

A simple yes or no answer
at this point will do just fine.

No, I wasn't aware of that.

Thank you. That's it for now.

Mallory: I call the next
witness for the crown.

Your full name and rank, please?

Detective inspector Paul bevan.
Specialist crime directorate.

Detective inspector, please
tell the court where you were

on the morning of
6th February, 2006.

At kingsbridge area homicide
office where I am based.

And this is where you were
when the phone call came through

from Holly Jackson's
cleaning lady? Correct.

We received a call from
ms Martinez at 9:25am.

What did you do next?

I immediately despatched
the homicide assessment team

to the scene and followed
myself shortly after.

And what did you find? A house
with no visible signs of forced entry.

A sitting room where two people
had been sitting drinking wine.

And a bedroom upstairs
where the victim lay on the floor.

There was visible
bruising around her neck

which suggested
death by strangulation.

This was later confirmed
at the post mortem.

At this point,

you were still unsure of the
victim's husband's whereabouts?

That's right, but we
were very quickly able

to establish an alibi for him.

Mr Jackson was at a
sporting event with their son.

Which meant the investigation very
quickly began to focus elsewhere.

On some form of
lover perhaps? Correct.

But no immediate
idea who at this point?

No.

But subsequent analysis
of the victim's laptop

uncovered a chain of e-mails

with an anonymous
correspondent called Valiant,

arranging to meet at 6:30pm
on Saturday 4th February, 2006.

We were later able to establish
that Valiant was one of many identities

or handles used by Alan
Lane, whose fingerprints

were also discovered on a
glass on the victim's bedside table.

In his subsequent
statement to the police,

Lane said that when mrs Jackson
suggested they retire to the bedroom,

he was offended by the idea,

made his excuses, and left.

What is your opinion?

We suggest that instead of leaving
he became violent and murdered her.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Detective inspector,

whilst I'm sure we all greatly
appreciated your account...

..I'm afraid in the end
it amounted to nothing.

Why? Because you
told us nothing new!

We know all that already.

We know there was
no sign of forced entry

and that Alan Lane
was there that night.

His statement says as much.

We know that he
had a drink of water

in the sitting room
with Holly Jackson

and that subsequently
she invited him upstairs.

His statement
confirms that, too.

But what his
statement also insists

is that he never went
into the bedroom.

If you believe that,
you'll believe anything.

So I would like to ask you
about that glass of water. If I may?

You mean the one with
his fingerprints on it?

Found in the bedroom on a table
beside the victim's dead body?

Yes.

That one.

Were the only fingerprints
found on that glass

those belonging
to the defendant?

No, of course not.

Whose else were
there? The victim's.

The victim's?

Presumably she poured
the glass of water for him.

He was her guest.
And handed it over.

I see.

But if her fingerprints

are on that glass,

it could mean that she took the
glass of water up to the room herself.

It could, but why would
she have taken his glass?

She took it up to
bed after he'd gone.

She was dead before he was gone.

The truth is you have nothing

that actually places Lane
in the bedroom upstairs.

We have a dead body, ma'am.

No, detective inspector,

you have nothing.

Not a single shred
of forensic evidence

that connects Alan Lane
to Holly Jackson's body.

Despite the best efforts of
your colleagues in the past.

Up yours, sister. Ms watts,

as queen's counsel
you should know better.

Sorry, my lord.

We'll break there. Back
at two o'clock, please.

Clear the court. All rise.

Never heard anything like it.

Complete loss of discipline
from you and the witness.

Referencing the
previous trial like that.

You should be
ashamed of yourself!

Any more of that and I will have
no choice but to discharge the jury

and you'll be left to bear
the cost of the entire trial.

Yes, my lord.

I'm just calling to confirm my
appointment with dr barker at 5:30.

Excuse me, ms Hawkins.

Yeah. I was in court
with you just now.

I wondered...

Do you have a
business card? Oh, yeah.

Yeah, of course.

Generally it's safe, isn't it?

Using an agency like
yours? It's perfectly safe.

I can assure you.

Thank you.

What was all that
about, do you think?

In court just now between the
defence counsel and the judge?

I know. It felt like something
everyone knew about except for us.

That's exactly how it felt.

So...

What do you think so far?

Guilty? Not guilty?

Just between us.

Didn't they say we
shouldn't discuss this?

Well,

what shall we discuss?

I'm assuming there's been no
progress over you getting to america?

A letter arrived today.

I have an appointment for a visa
application at the American embassy.

Good for you.

And if this goes well, you
can join your brother in...

Omaha, Nebraska.

Where's that? It's the middle
of nowhere, isn't it? Yes.

But its central location
is also its virtue.

It's made the city an important
national transportation hub.

Is that so? With the world's
largest artificial swamp.

And the city is the birthplace
of numerous sports figures

including 1960 olympic
gold medallist Bob booza

and baseball
hall-of-famer Bob Gibson.

I can quite see why you
want to turn your back

on an inconsequential
city like London

with its Charles dickens,

Isaac Newton, William
Shakespeare, Karl Marx.

I mean, olympic gold
medallist Bob boozer.

Not to be sniffed at.

Jam roly-poly today?

Not for me.

(Siren)

Me again.

Can't keep away.

Booth number four.

Four.

♪ Madonna: Holiday

Oh. Oh.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

No, it was my fault.
Are you all right?

I'm fine, sorry, I
was miles away.

No, here, let me
help you. Thanks.

Actually I have an idea where you
might have been in your thoughts.

I hope that isn't presumptuous.

I recognised you from court.

I've been in the public gallery.

It's all right, I'm not on
one of the legal teams.

Quite the opposite.

Actually, I'm you.

Or was?

I was a jury member.

In the first trial.

Do you want brown or
white bread with that?

And then when it went to appeal,

and the verdict
was overturned...

..It was devastating.

I can imagine.

You'd have given
it so much time.

Invested so much of yourself.

So did you reach unanimity?

We did. Each of us, all 12, was
absolutely certain he was guilty.

People with nothing in common,

from all walks of life,

speaking as one.

It was a very powerful...

..Actually moving experience.

And the idea that suddenly
our voice, our judgement

should count for nothing?

I can't speak for
the others, but...

I found it...

Almost violating.

Of course.

We were just so invested.

So when it went to
the court of appeal,

I went to.

Every day.

My friends thought I was mad.

Let it go, they said.

And then when the appeal was
upheld and they ordered a retrial, I...

You started coming
here every day, too?

Yes.

Is that terrible?

Not at all. Not at all.

I'm sure I'd have
been exactly the same.

I can't imagine how
I haven't noticed you.

Why?

There are a lot of
people in a court room.

Yes, but none of them as...

Well... Well, I noticed you.

Look at the time.
We should get back.

Don't worry. I'll get this.

No, it's out of the
question. I insist.

It can be your turn tomorrow.

All right.

Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.

Natasha Williams.

Tasha. Paul briarley.

Paul.

State your full name
and rank, please.

Alison Jane lowther.

And your occupation?

Senior engineer at the
operational support unit

of the metropolitan police.

And your expertise lies in...

Computer and
cellular phone analysis.

Is it true you were
asked to analyse

Alan Lane's computer and
mobile telephone records?

In the case of the computer,

we found evidence of a
host of secret accounts,

identities and false names,

memberships or subscriptions
to online dating agencies

and e-mail exchanges with people
he'd met through these agencies.

Among them, all three victims.

And what did you discover
from his mobile phone records?

We were able to
clearly establish

not only when his cell phone
was being used, but also where.

At the house where Anna knight,
the second victim, was found,

we collated data from the
three nearest masts in the area.

Here, here and here.

In a system of triangulation.

Which, in this case, if
you take these masts,

pinpoints us to 23
seven sisters street

which is, of course, where
the murder took place.

Fascinating.

And having
established his location,

if one were to go
one step further,

and compare the times
of Lane's phone calls

with the time of
Anna knight's death,

as established by
the post mortem...

You would find a perfect match.

Thank you.

No further questions.

What fun.

I do love a good
audiovisual presentation.

And what advances
technology has made.

All these flat screens

and gizmos

and talk of triangulation.

Oh, by the way, are
you aware of who

that all-important one
phone call was from?

No. His optician.

Mr Lane had booked in his
reading glasses for adjustment.

The frames had got loose.

And the call was to say that
they were ready for collection.

I just thought that you
might like to know that

at the time he was allegedly
violently killing a woman,

he was, in fact, chatting.

For one minute, 36 seconds,

to mrs bannerjee,
about his glasses.

Mr bannerjee, his actual
optician, was unwell that day.

My lord... Nasty head cold.

Ms watts. Yes, sorry, my lord.

Back to your lcd
triangulation thingy.

I'm curious.

Does it place him in the hallway

where the murder took place?

No, not specifically
the hallway.

I see.

In the sitting room, then? No.

Where then? Sorry, I'm unclear.

You said it
"pinpoints" him. Yes.

So would that be upstairs

or downstairs?

Just to the house. The house!

Feels a little general.

Not "pinpointy" at all.

With respect... Oh,
this doesn't bode well.

My father always told
me that when people say,

"with respect,"

what they actually
mean is "with contempt."

With respect...

If he's inside the house
all alone with the victim

at the time the murder took place,
I don't see that this is relevant.

Really?

But if he's not
inside the house?

And was parked in the street
outside, sitting in his car, for example,

talking to mrs bannerjee.

Does your triangulating
bells and whistles system

manage to place him

inside the house or not?

It place him at 23
seven sisters street.

Yes, in the vicinity.

But does it place him

inside the four walls?

In the hallway where
the murder took place?

Beyond all reasonable doubt?

Yes or no?

No.

Thank you. No further questions.

All right, dear, no
more fun and games.

I call the next
witness for the crown.

Your full name and rank, please.

Detective inspector
Thomas Scott.

Detective inspector, what did you
find when you went to investigate

the murder of Rebecca cheung?
My first observations were

the victim was killed by
asphyxiation by strangling.

She had pronounced
bruising around her neck.

My other conclusions were
that this was not a robbery.

You say this because? Her
valuables were still on her person.

Wallet, mobile telephone
et cetera? Correct.

And when did you first come
across the name of Alan Lane?

When the analysis of the victim's
phone and computer came back.

Of course, as soon as we
discovered he was a suspect

in connection with the murders
of Holly Jackson and Anna knight

and that he was the last person
to see Rebecca cheung alive,

we moved very quickly.

We entered the suspect's
property at 5:00am and arrested him.

Took him back to the
police station for interview.

How did the suspect's
behaviour strike you?

I haven't done anything. Why
won't you bloody well talk to me?

I'm innocent, do you hear me?

I'm fucking innocent!

He was extremely agitated.

Repeatedly denied knowing or
having ever met Rebecca cheung.

I don't know any Rebecca! I
don't know any bloody Rebecca!

A lie disproved by the
existence of e-mail exchanges...

I said I haven't done anything!

..By testimony of
several eye-witnesses

that saw them at the pub
the night before she died,

and most compellingly
by cctv footage

which clearly shows Lane
and the victim leaving the pub

at 9:46.

Here we see Lane and the victim

appearing to walk in
separate directions.

But now we see Lane
walk a hundred or so yards.

Get to the bus stop.

Turning back when
he gets to the bus stop.

Hailing a minicab.

Which then drives back in the
direction the victim was going.

Here we see how the
cab passes the victim here.

If we're driving ahead, we
see the brake lights of the taxi.

Before stopping here
where Lane got out of the taxi,

lay in wait for the
victim, before killing her

and dumping her
body on the common.

Which, as the map shows,
is only a short distance away.

Thank you. No further questions.

Detective inspector, I wonder

have you ever been
out at night after hours?

And tried to get a cab home?

Not recently. Well, I have.

And I can tell you,
never any about.

Especially when it's
raining. Drives you mad.

But there are often minicabs.

Unlicensed, most of them.

They pull up beside you,
wind their window down

and ask if you want a ride home.

And because it's cold and
because it's dark, you relent,

ask them how much,
give them your postcode,

and they quote
some ludicrous price

and you think, "you must
be joking. I'd sooner walk."

Sooner get pneumonia.

What's your point, ms watts?

Well, my point, my lord,

is that despite all these advances
in high-definition technology,

and despite us all being able
to see the footage clear as a bell,

I missed the bit

where the defendant actually
hailed the taxi or got into it

or did anything other than speak
to the driver through the window.

The cameras work
on a time lapse.

Well, that may be.

But in a court of law,

we do not work
on evidence lapse.

And since we
never see him get in,

how do we know it's
actually him in the taxi

driving past the victim and
waiting for her up ahead?

Because he's not at the bus
stop when the taxi pulls away.

He is not at that bus stop.

Because he got on that bus.

Very convenient.

Oh, yeah.

And also true.

Really? Where's
the proof of that?

Sounds like
evidence lapse to me.

No further questions.

This feels like a
good place to break.

We've overrun as it is. Tomorrow
morning, please, ten o'clock.

Usher: All rise.

Nothing worse than a
lippy copper, eh, Emma?

I'll see you then.

Well, I can confirm what
you probably already know.

Do you have any idea
how far gone you might be?

I think we should
probably get a scan.

So we know exactly.

Of course.

Rashid?

Rashid!

♪ Astrud Gilberto:
Girl from ipanema

♪ and when she passes

♪ the men she passes go ahhh

How was your day, mum?

Oh...

It was fine.

I read the...

..The new booker prize
winner from cover to cover.

I tidied the garden.

Took the neighbour's
dogs for a walk.

I jumped on the bus.

Went to a lunchtime
concert at the wigmore hall.

And all without leaving my bed.

Oh.

You know,

Oscar wilde said,

"the tragedy of growing
old is not that you grow old,

it's that you stay
young in here."

You think if the brain slowed
down at the same speed as the body,

it would be so much
more bearable?

This way I'm still fully conscious
of a handsome, newly single man

wasting his life looking
after his decrepit old mother.

I'm not. Don't be...
You should be out there

restoring your faith
in the fairer sex,

not locked up at home with me.

Well... i um...

I'm doing my best.

What does that mean?

Well, I told you
this was a retrial.

Yes?

I met someone today
from the previous jury.

Who is now watching
from the public gallery.

We're gonna have
lunch tomorrow. Good.

Is she bonny?

She is.

Bright enough for
you? Yes, yes, that too.

And no indication that
she's gonna suddenly...

Up sticks and...

Disappear to some
religious cult in Germany?

A yogic community, mum.

And, no.

Not yet.

Good for you.

We'll see.

But these aren't the
figures we discussed.

(Phone rings)
I'll get rid of that.

I'm sorry, i'm...

I'm actually going
to have to take this.

Lucy.

I can't talk now. No, we need
to meet tomorrow morning.

Impossible. I'm with the
lawyers again tomorrow morning.

Bollocks to the lawyers.
This is more important.

Ann: 'Dear Alan...

I am writing to you

as someone who has spent

eight hours in close
proximity with you today.

I feel an overwhelming
desire to make contact with you

as a human being
and as a child of god.

I write to you with
only good intentions...'

Alan: 'Dear Ann, how
nice to receive your letter

after a tough day in court,

and how brave of you to send it.

In answer to your question,

yes,

I am a returning child of god.

Back in his arms again after
too long outside his protection.

My mother brought
me up with a strong faith

and the years without it
brought me nothing but misery.

How I wished I'd
had that faith with me

in those lonely years when
I first moved to London.

Let's hope those years of
loneliness and heartache

will now finally be over.

Now, enough about me.

Tell me about yourself.

I'm intrigued to
know more about you.

Tell me more about your faith,

about your
journey to the light.'

(mutters a prayer)

'Now it's late.

Tomorrow will be
another long day.

But I will keep my eyes open

and look out for you.

I'm sure I'll recognise
you when I see you.'

'i look forward to
seeing you tomorrow.

I wish you peace,

strength and hope.

Have faith, Alan.

You're in my prayers.

God bless.

Ann.'

(female laughter)

(Moans with pleasure)

Again!

(Laughs, laughter fades...)

You ever done anything
like that? Like what?

Dating sites. Sure.

I call the defendant, Alan Lane.

Do you think it's a coincidence that
since Alan Lane has been in custody

there have been no more murders?

Please go, go, go!

I have another explanation
for that, commander,

and we will come to it.

How can I trust you
not to tell anyone?

I never tell on my
friends... Are we? Friends?

But I've got one or two
surprises up my sleeve.

Itfc subtitles

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0