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What did you want to be?

What mattered to you,
before you came in here?

Football.

I had a trial,

with West Ham.

You didn't get in?

It was me and another kid from school.

They took him and not you?

Do you want me to find him?

Have him killed?

What?

You can have
anything you want in here...

... if you have the right friends.

I think you're going down.

I want you to get used to that idea.

Makes it easier when it happens.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

Just think,

this time tomorrow,
you'll be in your own bed.

See you around.

Hooch...

No.

Don't lie to me.

I let you down, betrayed you.

That's all.

What did you have for breakfast?

Five cigarettes.

You nervous?

It's my first murder.

Me too.

You did not commit this murder.

What standard of proof

does the prosecution need to reach
before you can convict this defendant?

You must be sure

beyond all reasonable doubt.

Nothing less will do.

What you are about
to do now is probably

the single most important duty
you'll ever be asked to perform.

The consequences are profound.

The stakes could not be higher.

Now go and consider your verdict.

- Question from the jury?
- No.

- Verdict?
- Could be good.

It's a murder trial, it'd be indecent
to convict him after an hour and a half.

All rise.

Will the foreman please stand.

Have you reached a verdict
upon which you are all agreed?

Yes.

Do you find the defendant

guilty or not guilty of murder?

Guilty.

This was a vicious and evil murder.

Right from the moment
you committed this terrible crime,

you have done everything possible
to obstruct the judicial process.

Thank goodness the police,

the prosecution and this jury

have had the good sense
to see past your deviousness.

The criminal justice system
is too strong for you, Ben Coulter.

There is only one sentence I can pass

and that is one of life imprisonment.

Take him down.

I know what a bad man looks like.

I know what he smells like.

That stink
is in every single breath I take.

I live my life with them down there.

I'm your real jury.

You didn't do this.

Believe me.

Lifer's are supposed
to get their own cell.

As you know, we don't have the space.

You're a con. So you work.

Kitchens.

It's a good job.

Work hard, you keep it.

Wait. Flitcroft.

Why you doing this?

Why are you giving him the best job?

It's because you don't think
he did it. Isn't it?

Goodnight, boys.

You're not eating.

No, I'm thinking.

You know how it is with men.

Thinking and eating at the same time,

way too hard.

You've always done that.

What?

Self-deprecating jokes get you out
of answering hard questions.

You lost a trial.

In my experience it's very rare
for the jury to get it wrong.

Look...

it's lonely as hell when you lose.
But...

another day, another brief.

You look across a table at someone new

who very badly needs your help

and, with wig and gown,

you go on

and you fight for them.

Hello?

Ben?

I just wanted to say that...

I don't blame you.

It's not your fault.

OK?

Bye.

Move on.

Featherweight,

make a wish!

I came to apologise.

- I made some mistakes.
- Yes, you did.

That doesn't mean
we can't make this right again.

You know, you're the first barrister
to ever come here.

20...

whatever years
of conferences at chambers.

Never once here.

You're a real rule-breaker
in every sense.

What about the boyfriend?
Stuart Napier?

- Yeah, what about him?
- It's not Ben, it's not Dad.

You want to know what I think?

I think we had a 10% chance
of getting a not guilty

out of this bang-to-rights true bill.

And you blew that chance.

Live with it.

I can't.

Are yYou going to gonna help him?

When did you last see Melanie?

We were supposed
to meet up the night she died.

But yYou didn't?

The trial's over, isn't it?
What's all this about?

- Where were you supposed to meet?
- A bar.

Are you scared of me?

Why are you scared of me?

I didn't show up.

Because of the way her dad was I didn't
think it was worth the hassle any more.

You were finishing with her?

She called me on my mobile that night.

Twice.

You ignored her calls.

Where's the bar
you were supposed to meet?

It's called Parliament.

Stone? It's me.

Do you remember the murder
on the Stock Hill estate?

Wasn't that the same night Melanie died?

How are you?

Fantastic.

Really fantastic.

You?

You've come a long way.

You were a lot younger
when all this started.

- What do you want?
- I want to get you out of here.

How?

The jury's verdict.

I think it was unsafe.

Your barrister had
an inappropriate relationship with you.

She made big mistakes.

Her professional judgement
was completely up the creek.

What's she say?

One question.

How is a 21 year old on trial for murder

supposed to know what he's doing

when his barrister is behaving like a...

a total amateur?

What would happen to Frances?

Here's the choice.

Her career, your life.

And if you don't do this...

10 years from now,

when you wake up
for the four thousand time

in your tiny little cell
and you look in the mirror...

you won't be thinking
about Frances Kapoor.

I thought a brief was supposed
to look at the unused material

before her client
goes to prison for life.

You know what I think is really wrong
with the police in this country?

Institutional sarcasm.

Phone call for you, Jeary.

Who is it?

Tell them I'm coming.

It'll be part of the forensic report.
Talk to the team about them.

Young Jeary said you were here.

- He shouldn't be doing this.
- What?

Young police officer
should be out on the streets.

But the modern police force
needs top-class bureaucrats, apparently.

Don't let me stop you.

It's fine.

- I'm done.
- So quickly?

You're old-fashioned
through and through.

Lessons in life from my old man.

Always hold a door open for a lady
and never underestimate a woman.

There were two murders
on that same night.

Melanie
and the Stock Hill Estate murder.

That's right.

With nothing in common?

Me.

They're both mine.

Oh, yes.

Of course.

Freddie.

Leave him alone.

Stop giving him smack.

Wrong way round, Hooch.

He comes to me.

His choice.

Why are you doing this?

Give me a minute.

He's just so... rare.

How do you mean?

An innocent man.

How many of those do we meet in here?

Just makes the fact that he comes to me,

for what I can give him, all the more...

moving.

How do you know he's innocent?

I always know.

I think Melanie witnessed
another murder that night.

That's why she wanted to go
to the seaside to get out of there.

She was running away.

So, what are you going to do?

- Solve two murders?
- Ben?

This is just about you

This is about you and your idea
of how you can feel good about yourself.

What about me?

We can go to the police.

The police have got their man.

Right here, where they want him.

Please don't come here again.

There you go.

What's this?

My listening days are over.

You can't do that.

You're too valuable.

All right?

Petrol station witness.

Up late.

Good result in the Lloyd murder.

My gut's never wrong.

Who's that?

Don't know.
It's just where the tape stopped.

Stone, it's Ben Coulter.

I've been thinking about what you said.

About the appeal.

I've made up my mind.

This way, sir.

Where are we going?

Sir.

If you'd just like to...

wait here please, sir.

Hello, Mr Box.

Little risky, isn't it?
Being seen with me.

Oh, those days are gone.

All that old-fashioned honour nonsense
about not consorting with the filth.

Gives me a headache
just thinking about it.

You want people to know that we talk?

I'm not ashamed of anything I do.

Order must be kept.

We work together.

What does that make us?

Men of courage, Mr Box.

What do you want?

Give me a name...
for the Stock Hill murder.

I have a hunch.

And you know everything
about everyone on that patch.

What's your hunch?

Two murders, one murderer.

Ben Coulter didn't kill Melanie Lloyd.

But you know who did.

Your hunch is wrong.

Fine.

Good.

End of hunch.

Sir?

- I saw the wrong prisoner.
- Sorry, sir?

Get me Coulter.

You just can't keep
away from me, can you?

I can help you.

What?

The judge said this was an evil crime.

That's a big word

in the lexicon of rehabilitation.

Well, spit it out!

Take responsibility
for what you've done...

and a parole board
can see past that word.

Still after me to confess?

Is that why you're here?

Six years.

You could do as little as six.

You wouldn't even be 30.

Too old to play for the second-best team
in East London maybe, but...

Hold on.

Just a bit longer.

You'll soon be out.

It's over, Hooch.

You can't get out.

Nobody can.

Ben!

I'll see you.

You were wrong.
I didn't take your advice.

I haven't moved on.
And I'm really on to something.

That's why I wanted to see you.

- What is it?
- It's an appeal.

I haven't sought leave yet.

I wanted to be the one
to give you these.

Professional misconduct.

Barrister and her feelings
make it impossible

for the appellant to get a fair trial.

Murders and emotional embroilments
don't mix, Frances.

Can I give you some advice
I think you should actually take?

Fight, and fight very dirty.

Call Ben Coulter a liard.

Your word against his.
Convicted murderer versus female,

non-white member of the bar.

It's your only hope.

I don't believe he'd do this.

You bastard!

Hello, Frances.

Tell me...

how do you think this trial
went in terms of your performance?

- Don't you dare!
- Good clear, objective decision-making?

See, I think Frances Kapoor,

champion of justice,
seeker of the truth,

is a barrister with no judgement.

Has he agreed to this?

- He hasn't, has he?
- Do you really think

that becoming emotionally involved
with a defendant

in a murder trial is fair?

Or just?

- That's not it.
- What is it, then?

Beating the system?

You can't do that.
It's the best there is.

Ben Coulter knows that.

In answer to your question, yes,

he has agreed.

I am acting under his instruction.

Carefully recorded,

properly elicited, without undue
pressure or emotional abuse.

What he wants

nothing else.

Confession?

Not mine, Freddie.

Yours.

You know who killed Melanie Lloyd,

don't you, Freddie?

I need to know.

Get this to Ben Coulter's brief.

She's called Frances Kapoor.

Post it outside the prison.
Tell no-one.

So?

I've always felt you believe
you occupy the moral high ground.

You and your gut.

Sit down.

We've got to ask you
for a second time. Who's that?

You know who it is.

The court of appeal,
the whole world knows who it is.

When a man is drowning,

they say his whole life
passes through his mind.

What are you talking about?

A letter from a con called Hooch

surfaces after his "suicide".

It contains evidence
that Melanie Lloyd's killer

and the man responsible
for the Stock Hill estate murder

are one and the same.

Would you like a glass of water?

Have a glass of water.

We find that Melanie was followed
from the Stock Hill estate

all the way to the seaside

and then all the way back to her house.

And who followed Melanie?

Say it, Box.

Paul Fittipaldi.

Who, it turns out,

as well as being a witness
in the Melanie trial,

is good friends
with very big criminals.

Then I remember

I've seen my senior
investigating officer

watching CCTV footage of Fittipaldi

and deni he knows who he is.

How can that be?

Gross incompetence?

Are you a useless police officer?

That would be your way out, Box.
"I am an incompetent police officer."

Do you want to take it?

Your hand is shaking.

You made a deal, didn't you?

You've let criminals police criminals.

Whatever I've done,

it's always been
for the greater good.

We're supposed to protect the public.
That's what we're for.

But you lot, with your budgets

and your form filling and your...

cutbacks.

The whole police force

is turning into one big office.

I was merely allocating
the meagre resources I was handed.

You haven't got the courage
to tell me.

But there is one last thing
you can do.

Everybody!

Everyone!

He's home.

My son,

your friend.

And we just want to say how crucial
your support has been to us

through all of this.

I know It sounds like a clich�,
but my God, you find out

who your friends are
at times like these.

So, anyway, we knew that he'd...

get his freedom and...

we just want to say thank you
for all your support,

and your loyalty and your faith.

You've given our son his future back.

To Ben.

I thought this would be
a bad idea, but...

you know your dad.

You know, I spent quite a lot of time
in here while you were away.

Away?

Sorry.

Do you want to be on your own?

You know, wWhen you talk to me now,
the first thing you say...

is that you're not Dad.

As if...

- that gives you access.
- Access?

I'm your mum!

You thought I killed her.

At least...

you and me were honest
with each other.

That...

gives us a chance, doesn't it?

It gives us somewhere to start.

Don't want to be alone tonight.

They'll win.

The appeal.

Forget the trial,

forget the...

court of appeal.

What about the other man?

You know,

back in the '70s
there was a deodorant...

Norska.

I used to spray it everywhere,
even in me shoes.

The smell was lovely.

It was clean, pure.

Like Norwegian pine.

It's what fresh
evidence smells like, Ben.

They know who did this,
it wasn't you.

And Frances?

Well, the ball is already rolling
with the Bar conduct committee.

There's... nothing we can do.

We couldn't know new evidence
would be found, Ben.

Going for the mistrial,
it was the right option.

You know, sShe was the only person

who actually wanted to hear
what I had to say.

Do You really think it things would have been different

had I let you
tell me everything at the start?

This is justice.

It's rough, but it's right.

You're free, Ben.

Go and live your life.