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To be fair, it can't be much fun being a racist.

You do all this stuff with them students,

milking it about how much you've changed,

how much of a better man you are now, yet you thought

exactly the same way as I did when you were my age, didn't you?

I'll tuck you in.

- What are you doing in bed with Dad? - I was tired, Matthew.

I'm going to commit a murder to begin a race war.

Another MP, Rosie Cooper.

I know who the informant is.

It's this slug called Robbie Mullen.

A lot of people won't forget what he's done.

The police are here. It's about the boys.

Someone's made a threat against them.

Listen, listen, look. I'm... I'm leaving here now.

Where were these images posted?

We found them on a thread in a mobile seized yesterday.

We believe the original posts are linked to National Action.

I'm sorry. He's gonna have to go.

That's it now. We can't keep doing this.

Robbie, this trial isn't far off now, lad,

and you're going to have to demonstrate to the jury

that you're not the same as Renshaw and the others,

that they can trust you,

cos you're different from them.

Is this some sort of test?

Sticking me in the middle of Nigeria,

see how he handles it, yeah?

- You're scared, aren't you? - No!

Cos you want me to stand up in court

and tell everybody that I'm a changed man and I'm not!

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Jack Renshaw, stand up.

You've been found guilty of four counts

of inciting a child to engage in sexual activities.

You've displayed not one shred of remorse

and the defence you put forward,

that your phone had been hacked, was as lacking

in evidence as it was credibility.

These are very serious offences against minors,

and in one case, a boy as young as 13,

and society needs protection

against predatory paedophiles like you.

I impose upon you a prison sentence of 16 months.

Take him down.

Jack! We love you, son!

16 months. It could have been worse.

God, it's going to be in the newspapers.

The whole fucking world's gonna read it.

The judge ordered reporting restrictions

because of the upcoming trial for the plan to kill the MP.

No detail from this case can be published

until after that's taken place.

What? So, they can't print it yet?

We've got a bit of time.

But the story will come out, Jack.

I've got to warn you, it's a shithole in here.

I live with four lads. Yous all stink.

All right, lad?

Yeah, I'm very well, thank you. How are you?

Lovely. Yeah, what a beautiful day!

Are you not going to eat that?

I'm not hungry.

Save it for later.

How are you feeling?

Been doing anything exciting?

Watching the telly?

Any boxsets you'd like to recommend?

I haven't been watching much telly.

I've just... just been on the computer.

What did you say?

I've not been watching telly. I've been on the computer.

You're being careful about what websites you've been going on?

- Robbie? - You're telling me what to do again.

Yeah, I am telling you what to do, yeah.

Because if you've been getting in touch

with any of your old pals from National Action

or if you've been looking

at some kind of Combat 18 website or the BNP

or whatever right-wing shite you used to look at,

then this trial will collapse and you'll end up in prison.

Where we're from, most people end up in prison anyway, don't they?

- Oh, what kind of comment's that, eh? - All right, come on.

Wish I was going to prison

instead of standing in court grassing on people.

Will you shut up about being a grass?

Who are you trying to protect anyway?

Jack Renshaw?

Because he's just been convicted for grooming young boys.

We've only got your word for that though.

You could be trying to trick us.

Why would I wanna trick you?

- I don't know. Why wouldn't you? - Are you stupid or something?

Stupid? Why am I stupid?

You're an ungrateful little twat.

- Hey, that's enough! - Yeah.

- Yeah, all of this. - All of this?!

- Look at all this you've got here... - Look, will you pack it in?

Please, the two of you, you're worse than the boys!

You, get in the shower. Wash your hair!

And you, you can get the hoover out.

I'm sorry

if I sounded ungrateful before, but...

I just don't like it. It's full of Blacks and Asians.

Rob, come on.

I know I'm not supposed to say things like that,

but I can't help it.

It's the way that I feel.

Well, I know it looks bad but...

No, what looks bad, lad, is if you get caught out lying.

At least if you tell the truth, then no-one can trip you up.

Are you expecting anyone?

You're joking, aren't you? Nobody else knows I live here.

- All right? - Yeah.

Someone to see you, lad.

Mill!

Hello, baby!

Hello! What you doing?

B-b-b-b-b... Hello!

Well, at least he's glad to see someone. How is he anyway?

Unhelpful, angry.

Suspicious.

Well, his usual jolly self then.

This could be end of us, you know that?

I mean, if this all goes wrong,

then our reputation is shot to pieces.

So, it all hangs on a big, sulky racist from Widnes?

It's not funny!

She's got a point.

You need to try and get out, you know, meet people.

What, round here?

Yes, round here.

It's not doing you any good sitting in that flat all day by yourself.

I've ruined my life, I know I have.

You have not.

What if they don't believe me,

the jury?

It's my word against theirs, isn't it?

Yeah, but you're telling the truth.

I don't wanna do it any more.

That's the truth.

I just wanna go back to the way things were before.

Oi, what you playing at? Get to the back of the queue, bruv!

I'm not eating. I'm not eating.

You all right, Chris?

How... How's it going?

I've been hearing whispers about you.

Look, they hacked my phone.

They put all this stuff on it to destroy my reputation.

It's all fucking lies!

I mean, they're making me out like I'm some sort of paedo.

Matthew Collins is behind it all. He's trying to destroy me.

This could make us all look bad.

That won't happen.

I promise you that won't happen.

He's got a big day in front of him tomorrow.

Try and make him look respectable, Shimmy.

I'll do my best.

Who's at the bar mitzvah?

That's my grandson, Reuben.

I'll be honest with you, Matthew,

he's got it tough.

Him and his sisters, they go to the Jewish school.

Whole place surrounded by barbed wire.

Hold still.

Three security guards on the door.

It's the same with all the Jewish schools.

That it should come to that, eh,

in this day and age.

Children having to cross barbed wire

to go to school.

- He looks dapper, don't he? - Yeah.

You look really handsome, dead smart.

How do you feel?

Like a twat.

Oh, no, like a used car salesman or something.

- I wouldn't buy life insurance off you. - Stop it!

Don't listen. Robbie, you look great.

You look like someone who's doing the right thing.

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Hey.

You all right? So, listen, Matthew can't be here,

not until you've both given evidence,

but he wanted me to tell you,

you look better without the bum fluff.

Come on, you'll be fine.

In here.

Sorry, mate, can I help you?

Are you connected to the case?

- I'm connected with the defence. - Oh, right.

You know him?

No.

He's just trying to freak you out. Come on, let's get you some tea.

Court will rise.

Members of the jury, it will be alleged by the Crown

that the defendants hold extreme views.

All of you, I suspect, hold views

which could be described as the very opposite of these.

You're not racist, you're not homophobic,

you're not anti-Semitic.

But it is not a criminal offence in this country

just to hold these views,

however repulsive you feel they might be.

We live in a free society

and the law tolerates the holding of these opinions.

Ladies and gentlemen, I appear on behalf of the prosecution.

Mr Atkinson, I'm going to ask you to pause for a moment there,

as we need to hear from Mr Jackson.

- What have you done? - My lord.

I don't care any more.

It's too late for me.

Thank you, my lord. I represent Mr Renshaw,

and I would seek, with your leave,

that you have him re-arraigned on counts one and two.

If this is how you wish to proceed.

It is how I'm instructed, Your Lordship.

Jack Renshaw, will you stand up, please?

You are charged on count one of this indictment

of engaging in conduct in preparation of a terrorist act,

namely the murdering of Rosie Cooper MP.

Are you guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

On count two, you are charged with making a threat to kill.

The particulars are that, on July 1st, 2017,

you made a threat to Robbie Mullen

that you would kill DC Victoria Henderson,

intending that Robbie Mullen would fear

that said threat would be carried out.

Are you guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

Renshaw's pleaded guilty to the plots to kill.

What? Guilty?

Well, but does that mean I don't have to give any evidence?

- It's all over or...? - Not quite, I'm afraid.

They're all still on trial for membership

and Lythgoe's facing one count of encouragement to murder.

I reckon he's fallen on his sword to try and bury all the paedo stuff.

Stupid.

He at least had a decent shot at a defence,

but now he's going to end up with life imprisonment?

He wants the headline to be

"Fascist martyr prepared to kill for the cause".

And not "Fascist paedo trying to have sex with young boys".

What about Lythgoe and Hankinson?

He's trying to take the heat off them.

Mr Atkinson, if you could pick up from where you left off, please.

My lord.

These defendants stand before you,

accused of their continuing participation in National Action,

a banned organisation that sought actively through fear,

intimidation and violence to shape society

in accordance with their beliefs.

Mr Renshaw had purchased a machete

with which to carry out his plan.

The online marketing for that particular item

describes it as offering

"19 inches of unprecedented piercing

"and slashing power at a market price".

There is now no doubt, after his guilty pleas,

that Mr Renshaw planned the murders of Rosie Cooper MP

and Detective Constable Victoria Henderson.

The Crown's case is that he was given permission

to carry out the murder of Rosie Cooper

by the then leader of National Action, Chris Lythgoe,

in the name of that organisation.

My lord, I call Robbie Mullen.

Mr Mullen, it's time.

Place your right hand on the Bible and read from the card.

I... I swear by almighty God

that the evidence I shall give

shall be the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth.

Could you confirm your name, please?

Robbie Mullen.

A little about you to start with, Mr Mullen.

Where in the country did you grow up?

Widnes, which is in the north-west.

Your school days came to somewhat of an abrupt end.

An incident involving you swearing at a teacher?

Yeah.

And you've drifted from job to job since then,

no real direction in your life?

I suppose so.

When did you join National Action?

2015.

The gentlemen sitting in the dock,

are they all known to you through that organisation?

Yeah.

My lord, could Mr Mullen speak up, please? I couldn't hear his reply.

Do try and project your voice

to the back of the court, please, Mr Mullen.

Sorry.

Yeah.

You and they were all members of the organisation before the ban?

- Yeah. - And were you all still members

after the ban on National Action at the end of 2016?

Yeah.

After the ban, did there come a time

when you had contact with Matthew Collins,

who worked for the organisation Hope Not Hate?

- Yeah. - For what reason?

I couldn't tell you, really.

I knew I just needed to get out of there...

My lord, I'm sorry, he has a tendency to drop his head down,

drop his voice down.

Perhaps try moving a little closer to the microphone please, Mr Mullen.

Sorry.

On page 20 of the bundle,

we can see an email you had screenshot-ed

and forwarded to Matthew Collins.

- Yeah. - It was an encrypted email

you'd received from Chris Lythgoe,

where he was talking about recruiting new members

for National Action in towns in the north-west.

Er, yeah.

Largely white towns, and other -

his words - "horrifically Paki-fied" towns.

Yeah.

Next page of the bundle, another email,

this one after National Action had been banned.

In it you ask Chris Lythgoe,

"Are you staying leader of the overall group?"

And can you read his reply?

"You're damn fucking right I am.

"I'm the one person with a clear picture

"of where we're going long-term."

So, in the period immediately after the ban, Lythgoe remained in charge?

Yeah.

And Matt Hankinson?

He was Chris's second-in-command.

He handled security and stuff.

And after the ban?

Carried on like before.

They both did.

Let's turn our attention now to the night of July 1st, 2017.

Did Mr Renshaw say why he was going to kill

Rosie Cooper and Victoria Henderson?

We believed, at first, it was because he was depressed

about going to prison for his hate speeches.

But I now know that it was also because he'd been arrested

for grooming young boys and it was about to come out.

What was Mr Lythgoe's demeanour

as Mr Renshaw outlined his plans?

He seemed happy.

Smiling, nodding his head.

Did he mention the Home Secretary, Amber Rudd?

Yeah.

He said Jack should do her instead of Rosie Cooper.

And what did Mr Renshaw say?

He said she'd be too well protected.

Did Mr Hankinson say anything?

Yeah. He said, "You should do a synagogue."

And I said there'd be kids there...

My lord, again, I didn't hear any of that.

And I'm afraid it's not just volume. He has quite a strong accent.

I'm finding it difficult to understand.

Mr Mullen, once again, I must ask you to speak up.

If you mumble, nobody can understand you.

So, you said there might be children in a synagogue,

and what did Mr Renshaw say to that?

He said, "All Jews are the same.

"You don't class a rat by its age."

He said, "Vermin is vermin."

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Mr Mullen, you made a statement to the police

describing yourself in 2015,

at the point you joined National Action,

as a "bored young man looking for some identity or path to take".

Is that right?

If you say so.

It's not me saying so. It's what you told the police.

- OK. - After leaving school,

you were unemployed and claiming sickness benefit

for, erm... about four years?

Yeah. I had a... a stomach problem.

Were you sick?

- For about a year, on and off. - For one year.

So, you accept that for three of those four years,

you were fraudulently claiming benefits then?

It weren't that simple.

Sometimes, I was sick,

and then I got better. It came and went.

Wearing your National Action hat,

what would your reaction have been, say, to a young Somali teenager

arriving in this country, going "on the sick",

with false stomach problems,

and fraudulently claiming three years of benefits?

Dunno.

What did you think of the murder of the MP Jo Cox?

I thought the guy that did it was a weirdo.

You were asked in your police interview,

"Did you think she was a traitor?" What did you answer?

I don't remember.

Well, I can tell you. You said, "Yes."

So, I obviously did.

But does it say in that interview what time I was talking about?

It doesn't really matter, does it, Mr Mullen?

Well, it obviously does

because I was probably being asked

what I thought about it before she was killed and not after.

You regarded somebody like Jo Cox,

with her stance on immigration, as a traitor, didn't you?

Yeah, but that doesn't mean I thought she deserved to be killed.

Thank you, my lord. No further questions.

Mr Mullen, as you know, I appear for Christopher Lythgoe.

After your expulsion from school

and a succession of dead-end jobs,

you found being a member of National Action exciting.

It gave you purpose. There were finally people

in your life that were listening to you.

I suppose so.

You told the police

that the primary purpose of National Action

was to start a race war

and to "take our country back".

- Yeah. - So, that must mean

that, at that time, you shared those same views?

I never said that I didn't.

Please speak up, Mr Mullen.

I never said that I didn't share those views.

Anti-Jew?

At the time, yeah.

Anti-Black?

Yeah.

Anti-Asian, anti any non-white?

Yeah.

Homophobic? You know what "homophobic" means?

Yeah.

He's the best witness the defence have got.

So, you were for a white Britain

by any means necessary, including violence?

Yeah.

Again, we can't hear you.

Yeah.

Are you still racist? Remember, you are under oath.

Yeah.

But less so.

Now, you say you didn't like the way that things were working out

with National Action, which is why you wanted to get out.

And yet, after the murder of Jo Cox,

after the organisation was banned,

you still continued to attend meetings. Why is that?

- It wasn't that easy to walk away. - Why not?

I'd spent a lot of time with these people.

They were my friends.

Perhaps you were lonely?

In a way, yeah.

A lonely drifter with a dead-end life,

in search of friendship and approval.

No further questions.

Thank you, Mr Aylett. Let's call it a day there

and reconvene on Monday morning.

And the doctor said you're getting stronger,

and the nurses are well happy with you.

Said I'll be able to take you for a little walk soon.

No. No, not just yet. No, you can't have any Guinness yet.

Hello, Matthew.

All right, love?

I've got T-shirts and clean underwear.

We hadn't been down from Liverpool long.

Yours was the first friendly face I remember.

You know, our kid blamed me for me dad leaving, not you.

He said, because I told my mum

when I saw you and my dad in bed together, then I was a grass...

and it was my fault that he left us.

I'm sorry.

I know now that my dad was to blame, you know.

He was the adult. You were so young.

You know your mum and dad's marriage was over long before I came along.

But I suppose I was responsible for him moving out.

Why are you still washing his pants?

I don't know.

Did you ever meet anyone else?

Yeah. I married briefly to Ray.

He wasn't your dad.

He was very charismatic.

He still is.

I was in love with him.

Leona, I don't know how to say this.

I hated you when I was growing up.

OK.

And because you ran off with my dad

and split our house up...

and because you were Black,

I used you as an excuse to hate all Black people.

Well, to me, yous were all to blame.

You know, my head was so warped.

I was filled with so much anger and so much hate, I...

I joined the National Front.

Are you stupid?

No, no, I'm not. No, Leona, honestly,

I don't think like that any more. Look, I'm sorry, but...

it's not me. Do you know what I mean?

I've spent so long trying to put right what I did.

So, what do you want from me now?

Why are you telling me this?

You want forgiveness?

I think so.

OK.

I forgive you.

But what about everybody else?

Brenda?

I checked in on Robbie at the flat.

- He's not there. - Shit!

Neighbour saw him Friday. He's legged it to Widnes.

Yeah. Yeah, that's definitely where he's gone.

- Is it that one? - Yeah.

Natalie?

- I'm Matthew Collins. - I know who you are.

We've just come to ask Robbie to come back to London

- to continue giving his evidence. - He's not here.

Don't fuck about. We've driven for over four hours to get here.

Sorry about that.

What's the point? None of them believe a word I'm saying anyway.

Come back, lad. Renshaw's been convicted now. All you got to do...

Stand there while they take the piss out of me, my pathetic life,

the way I talk? It's not right, what they're putting him through.

What the fuck has me getting kicked out of school

or going on the sick got to do with anything?

Robbie, come back.

I'm not coming back. Stop being so fucking selfish!

- You're behaving like a spoilt brat! - OK, come on.

No, look, there's people doing everything they can for you.

I put my own family in danger for you.

Now be a man and come back and finish what you started!

- Just fuck off! - No, you fuck off!

Matt, this isn't helping!

Look, he's got to finish this, Natalie.

He doesn't have to do anything. Now, please,

my brother's made his decision. Please respect that.

Fucking waste of time that was, wasn't it?

I don't care what they say, Robbie.

You're not the same as them other boys on trial.

I think you're a good person.

Night-night.

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Court will rise.

Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. We are ready to start.

Hello?

The court's in session. No-one's seen him.

OK, keep us posted.

He's not turned up.

What did you say?

He's not here.

Hey, mate.

All right.

I knew you'd turn up.

I see laughing boy's back.

Don't worry about it.

Hello?

I'm with him now. I told you not to worry.

All right. Nice one, mate.

Thanks, ta-ra.

Right, we're back on.

- Do you wanna go across? - Yeah. All right.

- I'll see you later. - See you in a bit, love.

And wasn't it the case that night, Mr Mullen,

that Mr Lythgoe and Mr Hankinson were both very drunk?

It didn't seem like they were to me.

When Mr Renshaw outlined his plans that night,

how sure were you that he was being serious?

100%.

And Mr Lythgoe's reaction?

He said something like, "Don't fuck it up."

Are you sure of that?

Could he not actually have said, by way of comment,

"You'll only fuck it up"?

No. It was "Don't fuck it up".

You see now, I suggest that that wasn't said, Mr Mullen.

Well, I suggest it was.

After National Action

had been banned...

... and things started

to quieten down, isn't it the case that you started

to look elsewhere for excitement?

No, that's not the truth.

You didn't want to go back to being that bored young man

looking for an identity, did you? Which is why you sexed up

what was actually said in the pub that night...

That's ridiculous.

... so you had something exciting

to offer your new friends at Hope Not Hate.

- No. - Your friends who had sorted out

a flat for you and the ones who took you on holiday to Dublin.

It wasn't like that. Not a holiday holiday.

You had to give them something nice and juicy, didn't you?

Because they were the ones that were listening to you now, weren't they?

I don't know what you're going on about.

I'm not making anything up. I heard what I heard.

And you weren't there, were you, mate?

No further questions, my lord.

- Thank you, Mr Mullen. - Is that it?

Yes, you may stand down.

Jack Renshaw is a hero!

He's a nonce, mate, and he got exactly what he deserved, yeah!

My lord, I call Jack Renshaw.

In the pub that night, were you seeking permission

from Chris Lythgoe and National Action

- to do what you had in your mind? - No.

Did he ever say to you, when you'd revealed your intentions,

"Don't fuck it up"?

No. That sounds like the workings of Mullen's fantasy.

Were you drunk when you arrived at the pub that night?

Yes. I was intoxicated and I was in a poor mental state.

We were all very drunk, but Chris is very similar to me,

in the sense that we don't normally show that we're drunk.

You know, we talk more, talk louder,

but, well, physically, we don't particularly look drunk.

Thank you, Mr Renshaw. Could you wait there, please?

Mr Renshaw, is it your hatred of the Jews

what led you into extreme right-wing politics?

Because you hate them, don't you?

- Yeah, I do. - Do you accept

- that there were gas chambers? - No.

Do you accept the holocaust, that millions of Jews were killed

by the Nazis during World War II?

- No, I do not. - Where did they all go then?

Most of them were put into concentration camps,

but if you look at the statistics of Jews prior to the war

and Jews after the war,

the Jewish population actually increased.

So, what was your plan?

What were you going to do with this machete?

I hadn't really thought it through.

Chop Rosie Cooper's head off?

Through the heart, or what?

Probably the jugular.

And what were you going to do with this machete on the jugular?

Hack at it.

You said earlier you couldn't really remember anything

that had happened at the pub that evening?

- Just snippets. - Just snippets.

But do we understand those snippets to include

that you can remember Mr Hankinson did not mention the synagogue

as somewhere you might attack instead?

- That's right. - And you can clearly remember

that Mr Lythgoe did not say, "Make sure you don't fuck it up"?

Yeah, because that's just not something he would say.

Those snippets, by chance, you remember -

the ones that help your friends.

Curious that the rest of the conversation

you were too drunk to remember. Is it that you're trying

to protect your friends, Mr Renshaw?

Is that why you're standing there now, lying to the jury?

I haven't lied.

Are you all right, Bren?

You just make sure you do the fucking business in there, yeah?

That's the twat who's giving Robbie grief.

- Is he? - Yeah.

He's been staring him out, trying to intimidate him.

Hey, gobshite, why don't me and you go for a little walk

- after this, eh? - Any time.

Yeah, any time. Ready when you are.

Mr Collins,

at one point you, yourself, were a mole, weren't you?

That's right, yeah.

Er... I was a member of the National Front

and then the BNP.

I was passing information to an anti-fascist magazine.

How did you first come into contact with Robbie Mullen?

He wrote to me under a false name.

You know, it was pretty clear that he felt trapped at National Action.

It was like he was in a cult and he wanted out.

Did he ever ask for any money for the information he gave you?

No, none.

Thank you.

You took Mr Mullen on holiday, didn't you, to Dublin?

I wouldn't exactly call it a holiday.

He needed a breather. To be honest with you, we both did.

Well, the situation was very tense at the time.

Was that as a reward for coming up with some juicy titbits

for your website

and Hope Not Hate magazine?

No. We felt like we had a duty of care towards him,

you know, both for his physical and mental wellbeing.

Well, because, as you said, you'd been there yourself.

All those years ago, that anti-fascist magazine had paid

for an air ticket for you to Australia, hadn't it?

That's right, they did, yeah.

Yeah, but there's a big difference between me and Robbie Mullen.

You see, I ran off to Australia

rather than be called up to face any trial

because I didn't want to be accused publicly as an informant.

You know, I didn't wanna be called a grass.

You see, me and Robbie come from a similar background

and we both know what that means.

But he's got the courage

to come back and face the people he's accusing.

Very commendable, I'm sure.

- No, what I'm saying is... - Thank you, my lord.

What I'm saying is Robbie Mullen's a better man than me.

Court will rise.

Foreman of the jury,

have you reached verdicts upon which you are all agreed?

Yes.

Will the defendants please rise?

On count three, encouragement to commit murder,

do you find the defendant, Christopher Lythgoe,

guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

On count four, membership of a proscribed organisation,

contrary to Section 11 of the Terrorism Act,

do you find the defendant, Jack Renshaw, guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

On the same count, membership of a proscribed organisation,

do you find the defendant, Matthew Hankinson,

guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

On the same count, membership of a proscribed organisation,

do you find the defendant, Christopher Lythgoe,

guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

The idea that this country should be purged of its ethnic minorities,

its Jews and homosexuals,

and an ideological revolution imposed on the population by force,

is both insidious and evil.

Only a moment's thought is required to come to the conclusion

that violence and repression

on an unprecedented scale would be needed

to achieve such a reign of terror,

because so many right-minded people would rise up

and oppose these monstrous plans.

- All right? Come in. - You OK?

Thanks for looking after him during the trial.

Well, he did that himself.

Nobody can persuade him to do anything he don't want to.

All right.

Ah, ta.

Ooh.

So, go on, then.

What did they get?

Renshaw got life with a minimum term of 20 years.

Lythgoe got eight and Hankinson got six.

Rosie Cooper, the MP, she thanked you at the trial.

She gave a statement, saying how grateful she was for what you did.

She's supposed to be meeting us at the House of Commons today.

That's why I came down here, but...

I was going to go along with you, wasn't I?

- Mm. - Then why aren't yous going?

Well, the police cancelled it this morning,

and they told her she can't meet with Robbie.

Why can't they just leave it be, eh?

My mum's got Ellie and I wanted to do some shopping afterwards.

I was looking forward to it.

That's what happens to people like us, innit?

Right, get your coat.

- What? - We're going shopping, come on!

We'll get the tube into town. Are you coming, Robbie?

Absolutely not!

Are you sure?

Right.

- I'll see you later. - Have fun. See you later.

- See you later, love. - Cheers.

Don't spend too much money!

- You don't fancy that, lad, no? - No!

I can't think of anything worse, myself.

I don't think they believed a word I said, did they...

the jury?

I told you they wouldn't.

Well, we got the guilty convictions we needed, didn't we?

Got a couple of non-guilties too, though.

Well, either way, they're all in prison, aren't they?

Look, you stopped two women from getting murdered.

Never forget that.

You know, the best bit of the trial for me, Rob,

was when they asked you was you still a racist...

and you said, "Less so."

You know, it's not just all about people like me

being struck by bolts of lightning

and suddenly seeing the world differently.

It's about people like you...

changing just a little bit.

You know, in the words of the late, great Robert Nesta,

"We all have a voice inside us that talks to us

"and that's the voice we must listen to.

"Because in everything you do,

"there's a right way and a wrong way.

"And if you listen good,

"you'll know the right way."

"Less so."

I'll have that, lad. That's progress.

Jo Cox. Thank you, Mr Speaker.

It's a great privilege to be called to make my maiden speech

in this most important of debates, and I congratulate many others

who've made outstanding maiden speeches today as well.

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Batley and Spen is a gathering of typically independent,

no-nonsense, proud Yorkshire towns and villages.

Our communities have been deeply enhanced by immigration,

be it Irish Catholics across the constituency,

or Muslims from Indian Gujarat or Pakistan, principally from Kashmir.

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And whilst we celebrate our diversity,

the thing that surprises me, time and time again,

as I travel around the constituency, is that we are far more united

and have far more in common than that which divides us.

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