All language subtitles for Trial and Retribution s04e02

So I went back to bed.

And why didn't you mention all this in
your original statement to the police?

Oh, I did.

I don't know why they didn't take it
down, but I told them everything I saw.

Yeah, of course it's crap.

But if that stuff comes out with the
clear wind tonight, I am in deep shit.

We're in deep shit. Satch.

Satch, will you quit panicking and get
off the telephone? I'm missing it.

Who has the answers?

Was an innocent man so consumed by grief
and guilt misinterpreted, making it

look like an admission to a murder that
had not taken place?

Was this a terrible miscarriage of
justice or a domestic argument that got

tragically out of hand?

After the break, we'll disclose details
of a past connection between Detective

Superintendent Walker and James
McCready, of which the defence at trial.

We're unaware.

They're more than pointing the finger at
this misconduct.

They've already brought up the missing
brandy glass, crime scene photo, plus

forensic logs.

What's this?

Hmm.

What's that on the phone?

Oh, that.

Getting even niggers on a twist.

This is crap.

They get nothing. They get nothing.

Dave. Start the car.

A newspaper article dated 16th June 1977
reports an

incident in Glasgow 15 years prior to
the murder of Gary Meadows, which proves

that Detective Superintendent Michael
Walker and James McCready had met

Walker, then a PC, had been called in to
break up a brawl at the Brown Tavern.

along with colleague and friend, PC
Colin Hood.

In the ensuing fracas, Hood was stabbed
and later died in hospital from his

wounds. We talked to Colin's sister,
Elizabeth Hood. That's Liz.

Colin's sister.

When he died, he was the sweetest,
kindest person,

totally dedicated to his job.

James McCready often stayed with a
relative on the estate we lived on.

He seemed like a pleasant young man.

Look at that, they've cut some of that
out.

and vehemently denied suggestions of
McCready's involvement.

But could it be that 15 years later,
Michael Walker still had a grudge

McCready, and held him in some way
responsible for the murder of Colin

If this is the case, could this have
influenced the way in which the Meadows

case was handled?

Was James McCready framed for a murder
he did not commit?

about a sodding brandycloth.

The bastards have just suspended me from
duty.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry. Yeah, so am I, Satch. I'm
sick of the sodding media dictating

procedure. MacReady must be creaming
himself.

Shit! I'm going to be pushing paper for
the next six months because of him and

that bullshit documentary.

How the hell did they dig up all that
stuff about Glasgow anyway?

Research, if that'll get.

Yeah, well, I'm going to do some
research on my own, thank you very much.

going to find George Connolly and get
the truth once and for all.

Colin is the guy that took the rap from
McCready for the Glasgow Motors, right?

Yeah, he must be a present by now. Well,
how the hell are you going to find him?

The TV lot obviously couldn't, otherwise
they'd have had him on the bloody

documentary as well.

Yeah, I've got friends up there.

His dad jogged for starters.

And Colin and I lived nearly from the
same house with him in Glasgow growing

Yeah, I think I might check part up with
him and meet my mum at the same time.

Go chipboards at one stone.

I thought you had an interview with a
PCA woman.

Yeah, I do.

Look, I saw no reason to mention the
Glasgow case because McCready had been

released without charge.

McCready may have implied that I had
something personal against him, but I

don't.

If I had at any time given him reason to
believe that I and my investigation

were prejudiced, why didn't he mention
it at the time?

How close were you to Colin Hoda?

Not very.

As they say in the documentary, we...

We went together now and again.

But the only bloody thing they did get
right part of them up was a pack of

Eight years later and people start
recalling facts they didn't mention

huh? It's all very convenient, isn't it?

But I suppose back then there wasn't a
documentary being paid.

Made.

Why did Fiona Meadows not give evidence
at MacReady's trial?

She was only a seven -year -old kid, for
God's sake. So traumatised she couldn't

speak.

We did have a videotaped interview with
a child protection officer, but I was

advised by the prosecution barrister at
the time that it was inadmissible

evidence because she couldn't be cross
-examined.

What did she say on this video?

It wasn't exactly what she said. She
barely spoke.

She was done with terror, but she made
it clear McCready stabbed her father.

So where's this video now?

Disappeared without trace.

It was eight years ago, after all.

Well, we'll definitely look into that.

Now, McCready's allegations that you're
homophobic... You've bullied

him whilst in police custody.

Oh, please, please.

Look,

I work with gay people like a gay
friend, so sexual preference is none of

bloody business.

You know, perhaps if McCready had had a
gay MP championing his cause at the time

of his trial, he might have tried it on
with these accusations.

But he didn't. It's all fabrication.

So these accusations of police
misconduct... Are completely unfounded.

concluded McCready killed his partner in
cold blood. I am certain any appeal

will produce the same verdict.

Well, we just have a few more questions.

We won't keep you much longer.

Take all the time you want, sweetheart.

As you know, I've been suspended from
duty.

There's been a tremendous reaction to
the television documentary.

All positive feedback. Yeah, I've had
loads of letters.

Like fan mail.

Apparently, Fiona Meadows was video
interviewed by a child protection

shortly after your arrest.

Did you know anything about it?

She could hardly speak.

No one ever mentioned anything about a
video.

That's impossible. Fiona was in a
complete state of shock after her father

If they had made a video, surely they
would have used it at the trial.

I don't know, but apparently a video
interview was done.

That can't be true.

What, you mean there's a tape?

Well, the police don't actually have a
copy of it.

Apparently all CPT interviews are sent
to a property store in Chalk Farm and

kept there till the child turns 18.

But there's no record of Fiona's
interview ever being sent.

Oh, I see.

Are they likely to find it?

Eight years after your trial?

Well, I seriously doubt it.

But, um, could there be anything
contradictory on it?

I mean, could Fiona have said anything
that might incriminate you?

Anything that differs from her present
statement? No, of course not. I just

Fiona to tell the court the truth.

Okay.

Okay, if you're sure.

Only I was... I was hesitating calling
her. Call her?

She's my most valuable witness and I
want Fiona called.

I've nothing to hide.

I'll get some flowers for your mum,
yeah? Good idea. Give me the bag. I'm

Hey, you're not supposed to carry
anything.

I'll call her.

Hello? Hello? Yeah, it's Mike.

Your son?

Yeah, yeah.

Now, can you hear me?

We're at the station.

Yeah, the North Glasgow. Yeah, we're
just going here.

Yes, she's with me.

Yeah?

Pat. Yes, Pat. Now, listen.

I don't want any nonsense from you,
okay? Do you hear me?

I want you to be nice to her.

Promise me?

Okay.

Um... Listen, man, has anybody called
and left any messages for me?

Okay. If they do, take their name and
number and tell them I'll call them

Yeah? Okay.

No, we're just leaving the station now.
We're just going to get a taxi and we'll

be with you and we'll see what happens.

Okay, darling. Take care.

Bye.

Well, she's really pleased she's at last
going to meet you.

Where's the bag?

Don't panic.

Sean? It's me, to me.

Did you see it?

The guy they used to play me wasn't as
good looking.

It's looking good.

Of course you can, mate.

I'll sort it for you when I'm out.

Now listen.

George Connolly.

Have you found him yet?

and when you do, the guy ain't crying,
doesn't he?

I thought I would talk to you later.

Yeah, yeah.

She's expecting us.

Hello? Hi, Mom, it's Mike.

Would you buzz us in, please?

Ma, will you keep your finger on the
buzzer a little bit longer? We're still

outside.

Hello there.

Money, money.

I'd be in trouble if I couldn't.

I've been on my own long enough.

Hello, Mark. Good to see you.

Mum, this is Pat. Pat, this is my mum,
Violet. Hi, Violet. It's really great to

meet you. These are for you.

Thank you.

You'd better come in.

I sit short and focused.

I've not had time to do any housework.

And my help only comes in once a week.

Will you be staying overnight?

Or is this like your usual ten minutes
and off again?

We'll stay.

I am flattered.

There'll be more than a cup of tea then.

Makes a change.

Will you be sharing the spare room?

We will, now don't use that.

Give that to your friend.

And there's biscuit too.

Thanks.

It's nice to see you.

How are my grandchildren?

They're fine.

And Lynn?

Is she well? She's fine. They're all
fine.

I sent your birthday card to your home.

Yes, Lynn sent it on to me to my new
home.

I might go to stay with Lynn, she's
asked.

It'll be nice to see the grandchildren.

I'll get that.

Oh, that might be Jock Connolly.

He rang earlier.

Have you lived here long, Violet?

It's part of a rehousing scheme for the
elderly.

They moved me in with a lot of old women
I don't know.

I hate it.

Biscuit.

No, I won't. Thanks.

These are lovely photos.

Yes.

Those are my grandchildren.

Lynn's such a wonderful mother.

Listen,

I've got to go out for a bit.

OK, OK, I'll come with you.

No, it's George Connolly's father. He's
going to show me where George is.

Apparently he's dossing down with some
drunks in a squirt somewhere.

Why don't you just leave this alone,
Mike?

Mum, we've got some news for you.

It's not really... We're going to have a
baby.

You're having another grandchild.

It'll be illegitimate.

You should both be ashamed. shamed of
yourselves at your age.

And you've already got two children. Not
by the woman I'm in love with and

intend to marry.

You'd better get a divorce first.

Look, let's talk about this later, Ma,
OK?

I've got in a pout for a bit. Will you
take care of Pat for me?

I'm sorry about this. I really don't
think it's wise for you to come as a

prisoner of failure.

OK, I'll stay here. I'll be fine.

Back since I can, of course.

Bye, Ma.

Take care.

I have every right to feel the way I do.

He should never have left his wife,
worse, his two children.

He was a higher one for the ladies.

Come out, what's up?

No, thank you.

Look, Violet, it's pretty obvious that
I'm not welcome here.

I'm sorry.

Mike led me to believe... What has he
told you?

Never believe a word he says.

He always was a liar.

His father was the same.

Never told the truth about a thing.

I was always surprised he left Lynn.

When his dad left her, he was broken
-hearted.

He knows what divorce can do to a
family.

So what? What do you do?

Has he not told you?

He hasn't. Then he keeps everything to
himself.

I'm a police officer.

I see.

You work for him, do you? And did you
not know he was married when you started

up with him?

Married and with two Waynes.

Then, I suppose, when you get to your
age and you're not married, you make do

with what you can.

Violet, I had absolutely nothing to do
with their separation.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm
going to wait in the bedroom.

How are Georgie's kids?

Oh, doing well.

They're living in America now.

Sheila's shooting them over there after
he was sent down.

Sometimes I close guards.

Once I even got a home video.

The Grand Wings and Disneyland.

Oh, dear.

They're real Americans, they are.

That's true.

Go, Sheila.

Getting out is probably the best move to
make.

Aye.

You know, he's been in and out of rehab
like a yo -yo.

He's trying to keep off the drugs.

He was always saying he was going to go
over and see her, but he couldn't get

himself straight enough to get as far as
the airport.

Aye, still a crazy bastard.

He always was.

Now he's even worse.

He thinks somebody's trying to kill him.

Drinking drugs, that's been the bane of
his life and mine.

Well, look, I'm going to love you and
leave you because I've had too many run

into him. I know he's better, but I
can't take no more.

I appreciate your empathy, Bob.

There's nothing you can do for him.

It's too late.

Long time no see, Georgie.

You hear you?

Mike Walker.

Do I know you?

Aye, you did.

A long time ago.

You were always going to join a band.

Back in the old days.

Did you say your name was?

Mike Walker.

I need to talk to you.

Oh yeah, what about?

Come on you, what is it?

It's about Jimmy McCready.

You don't scare me.

You don't scare me.

I'll smash your son of a bitch's face
in.

Come on, Martini.

Free me.

Come on.

You owe me a bastard.

You don't scare me none.

I'll kill you.

He didn't send me.

Get him with the kicks.

He can't hurt me.

I feel no pain.

I'd call 12 years a lot of pain for
something you didn't do, George.

All right.

It's Mike.

Mike Walker.

Look at me, George.

Do you not remember me?

Do we pull this way?

There you go.

You offering me a drink?

You got a pie on?

See you

in

all my treaty.

Oh, come on, Georgie, I was there.

That's stabbing.

You were so drugged up you couldn't even
walk, let alone kill anybody.

But who used the knife, George?

Because I know it wasn't you.

You'd blood all down your face, right?

That's right.

You'd get cut.

Aye, I'd get cut.

But who'd call it who's blood in his
hands?

No, you.

No, you, George. You tell me it wasn't
you.

I'm sick, George.

I hope you're real sick.

Can I have a smoke?

Do you want to know why I took the rap?

For that mother.

Rosie, for my Katie's sake, I didn't
give a shit about that bastard.

I did it so my wee girls wouldn't end up
dripping at the nose with Asia 14.

Is that good enough for you?

I did some bad things.

For the moments I'll die happy with
them. My wee girls being bored.

Going home to them.

Sarah.

Sarah.

Sarah.

I did it for my kids.

They hung my wee girl over the railings.

They let her drop.

And I got them out far away from here.

You want to fight me, you bastard?

McCready can stand here he wants. Come
on, you bastard!

You want to have some fun?

Give us a tenner.

Give us a fiver, then.

Oi!

Todo shit.

Connolly and MacReady were drugged up,
right?

And I know MacReady had the knife
because he was the one who cut me.

And even though I didn't see it, I know
MacReady then stabbed Hood and then

persuaded Connolly to say that he had
done it. But why would Connolly do that?

Oh, God, no, sweetheart.

I mean, Connolly was only 19, but had
already had two kids.

Married Sheila when he was 16 because
she was pregnant.

No sooner was one born than another was
on the way. I mean, by that time, she

was as drugged up as he was.

So George gets a life sentence and
MacReady walks free.

But I still don't see why Connolly would
agree to that.

He said they'd threatened his kids, held
one of them over some railings or

something. Also, he was up to his eyes
in debt to half the drug barons of

Glasgow, as well as McCready.

OK. So you think that McCready agreed to
pay off Connolly's debt and that's why

he went along with it, yeah?

Yeah, probably.

No. I don't believe it.

How long's Connolly been out of jail?

For the murder?

It was released after 12 years on
licence, but he was in and out of

rehabs and institutions for drugs ever
since. He may be a drug addict, but he's

not a killer.

And what if you're wrong?

I'm not.

He thought MacReady had sent me.

That's why he was so paranoid he
attacked me.

So you think that whilst MacReady's in
prison... His pumps aren't.

That's why he's so paranoid.

I'm going back.

What happened, Officer?

There's been a fire at the back of the
building.

It's under control now. You should stay
back, though.

Yeah, do you know how it started?

Well, one of the kids said something
about petrol being poured over someone.

Drug -related, I imagine.

OK, I'll take your talk. Thanks.

One of them pointed at him and said, Is
that George Connolly?

I nodded.

And then he dragged him over and started
pouring petrol over him.

I yelled at them.

But the two were mad.

He never did nothing to stop them.

He was lying there.

All his clothes on fire.

Then he ran over.

Searching for help.

But they just walked away, laughing.

He called out for his kids.

He was calling for his little girl.

Hey, I'll be back just after the
funeral.

Okay.

Don't mind me leaving now, dear. It's
just I don't like to think much more.

My dear little mum. No way. She takes a
lot of getting used to.

So... Take care. Okay.

Oh. Yeah.

See you soon.

Bye -bye.

Hello?

Mike? Yeah. It's Liz.

Liz Hood. Liz, thanks for getting back
to me.

I wasn't surprised to get your message.

I saw a miscarriage of justice.

What was a miscarriage of justice was
the way they cut my interview to shreds.

I agreed to go on the show to talk about
Colin.

They made it look like I was supporting
MacCready.

I knew it. I knew it must have been
something like that.

I was so angry about it, I decided to do
a bit of digging of my own.

I think you might be interested in what
I found out.

Okay, how are we feeling today?

Nervous. Yes, quite.

Well, I thought I'd come by to tell you
what's on the menu for the day. We've

got a good short.

I don't know if it's out of the ish bit.

Well, we've avoided the obvious ogres,
at least. We've got Lord Justice

Bradfield sitting in the middle. Very
courteous, very unstuffy.

Top civil barrister in his time. He'll
give us a fair hearing.

Mr Justice Winfield on the right. He's a
little trickier. If he doesn't like

your case, he'll let you know pretty
quickly.

Well, he was a good, solid criminal man
at the bar.

Seen it all before.

At least he knows that criminal trial
can and do go wrong sometimes.

So, what's tricky about it?

Well, he tends to growl at counsel a
little, but that's my worry, not yours.

On the left is Mrs Justice Piggott.

Caroline to her friends.

Fairly new at the Court of Appeal.

Generally regarded as pretty clever.

How do I address them?

You don't. You say absolutely nothing.
You just sit there, keep your head down,

let me do the talking.

Not like a trial, you see. We only have
leave to bring our fresh evidence and

call Vera and Fiona.

Apart from that, they'll have read all
the papers before they come into court.

They'll have sorted out which bits
they're interested in.

What, you mean made up their minds
before they are?

That doesn't sound too encouraging.

No, no, not at all, no.

Having read the skeleton arguments on
both sides, they won't need to go

the detail of every point in open court.

What's the prosecuting barrister like?

Pembroke.

Quite a florid style.

Deadly cross -examiner.

You'll have to be careful of a 15 -year
-old witness like Fiona, though. The

court won't get impressed if he starts
bullying her.

Fiona can take care of herself.

You'll see.

Well, I'd better get up to court.

See that all our witnesses are pitched
up. They should have. It's 20 past.

I'm sure they'll be there.

Fingers crossed, eh? No, I don't need
to.

I've every faith in you.

Watching that documentary brought it all
back.

Connolly didn't kill your brother, Liz.
I'm sure of it. I know.

A friend of mine works in the same firm
of solicitors as a guy called Ben

Duffield.

Recognise the name?

That piece of scum.

Yeah, the very same.

Well, you know that back in the 70s and
80s there was a well -known fact that

Duffield was bent.

He took backhanders left, right and
centre.

All the juggies used him.

Oh, yeah, if there was a bust, he would
get there before the bloody cops.

Yeah, exactly.

Well, supposedly he's cleaned up his
act.

Very respectable now.

No whisper of his past.

But when I found out he was executor of
Gary Meadows' estate, as well as

representing MacReady... Yeah, whoa,
whoa, whoa, you're going too fast. What

estate are you talking about?

It's one hell of a conflict of interest,
Mike.

Duffield is handling Fiona Meadows'
inheritance and representing the man

convicted of killing her father.

What, was that legal?

I'm afraid so.

I got so angry that he was up for an
appeal that I got my friend to do some

digging. Now, this is totally off the
record, Mike, because she could lose her

job over this. Okay, I hear you. What
have you got?

Well, apparently, Gary Meadows was
completely broke when he died. Had to

thing to Fiona.

But a year ago, Gary's sister died very
suddenly of a brain tumour.

She had a life insurance policy of £150
,000.

That's about £50 ,000 in cash.

Yeah, who gets it?

Ah, that's the tricky bit.

She hadn't changed her will since Gary's
death.

She left everything to her brother and
his heirs.

Fiona, that is.

with the money to go into her trust fund
for her, if she died before 3 -0 and I

was 21.

And Dirty Duff, the old hand in the
trust fund. You got it.

200 grand's a lot of money.

I'd like to know if it's all still
there.

Thanks. I appreciate this, Liz.

Look, if there's anything else, give me
a call.

Take care. See you.

The Queen against James McCready.

All together too many things in this
case. Are you

James McCready? I am.

Please be seated.

Yes, Mr. Ruggins.

Oh, he's the one.

Lords, milady, I represent this
appellant.

together with my friend Mr. Bum.

The Crown are represented by my learned
friend Mr.

Pembroke and Mr.

Freeman.

This case comes before the court, the
single judge having granted leave to

appeal in February this year.

The appellant was convicted of murder at
the Central Criminal Court on September

26,

1992.

The single judge granted an extension of
time of some eight years.

Mr. Rylands, you may take it that we've
read the transcripts and your grounds

and the skeleton submissions and are
familiar with most, if not all, of the

papers in this case.

It comes to this, does it not?

The appellant was convicted of the
murder of his partner, Gary Meadows, who

from a single stab wound to his back
penetrating up into the heart.

No one else, other than the appellant,
was in any way involved in the incident

that led up to that injury being
sustained.

You now, with the leave of the single
judge, wish to call fresh evidence,

particularly from the deceased's
daughter, Fiona, who was present in the

at the time, and also from a neighbour,
Vera Collingwood.

The evidence is said to support the
defence given at trial, but rejected by

jury that the injury was...

or may have been the result of an
accident, pure and simply.

But the deceased's injury was, in short,
self -inflicted.

My lord, as ever, puts it much more
succinctly than I could possibly have

to. That is why he sits up there and you
Rylans are down here with us lesser

mortals.

Yes? Hi, Thatch, it's me. Can you talk?
Yeah, I'm just on my wife's call.

Are you back?

No, I've got to stay for a funeral.

Listen, George Connolly's been murdered.
What?

Yeah, I don't want to go into it right
now, but I need you to do me a big

favour. Yeah?

Yeah, look, you know I wouldn't ask if I
wasn't desperate, but I need

information about transactions from a
certain bank account.

Yeah, and how am I supposed to do that,
then?

I thought you could use that woman. It's
up to your body to help.

Mad Mel, isn't it? I thought you said
she could hack into MI5.

That was a joke, mate.

You're saying she couldn't hack into a
simple bank account?

No, I'm just saying I'm not sure I'm
prepared to risk my manhood finding out.

Yeah, manhood. What manhood? Listen,
just offer her up the body. I need that

information first.

You further complained that evidence
relating to a brandy glass was not

disclosed at trial and that its
disclosure would have been of material

assistance to the defence.

That is correct, Lord.

Mr Pembroke.

Could you help us?

What is the Crown's position in relation
to the brandy glass?

You do concede, do you, that it was
clearly disclosable?

We do, of course, but we go on to say it
could not have contributed in any

significant way to the defence case, nor
in any sense could it have weakened the

Crown's case.

Our position is therefore disclosable
but immaterial.

Yes, thank you. At this stage we
simply...

We should know whether we may consider
it as evidence.

What weight it has will be of a
different matter.

My lady, yes.

Mr. Rylands, are you content with that?

Well, the appellant would contend that
its non -production was, yes, as a

of bad faith on the part of the officer
in charge of the investigation.

On my part, you will have an uphill task
to establish...

that any officer in this case has
deliberately withheld this piece of

knowing it might affect the outcome of
the case.

My Lord, we say it is a possibility.

It clearly was withheld and clearly
shouldn't have been.

Shall we proceed to the moment on that
basis and leave to one side any issue

with that case, which we can return to
if it becomes necessary?

Of course, my Lord.

The glass...

could well have confirmed the
defendant's account given in an

Meadows' injury was received entirely by
accident.

Having made up, McCready told officers
that he and his partner surveyed their

respective wounds and then went to bed
where they shared a glass of brandy.

had the glass been examined for saliva
and blood, and had it shown that

both had drunk from it at a time after
there was blood on both men,

The jury might well have been reluctant
to conclude that one man had stabbed the

other to death.

A drink shared together after the
accident would be surely quite

with the Crown's case of one man
stabbing another to death. Mr. Rydhams,

really on solid ground here?

Supposing the glass had appeared at
trial and it did indeed have

lip marks, saliva, blood or whatever
from both parties.

I imagine the Crown would say that the
appellant, after stabbing his friend,

tried to revive him with a medicinal
brandy.

What is there to prevent such a
scenario?

As my Lord pleases, but surely an
attempt to revive would have been

with an accident.

I am not overly impressed by the
potential of the brandy glass.

As I see it, the terms of this appeal is
limited to the fresh evidence.

Yes, my Lord.

Melanie, you look fantastic.

Not quite the formal me you're used to,
eh?

Come in.

It'd be a... Oh, David.

You couldn't have.

So, if you want to stay one step ahead
of the game, you've got to get your head

around this new software.

Yeah, well, like I said on the phone,
I've been having real trouble working

through some of this coursework.

So, you want some private tuition, do
you?

Or have you got an ulterior motive for
coming here? Well, kind of.

I have a girlfriend, we... I've got a
cat, but I don't brag about my pussy.

What is it that you want?

Bank account?

That's illegal.

And for an inferior Merleau and a bunch
of flowers from the corner shop, I'm not

prepared to take the risk.

There's no risk.

It's not like we're breaking into the
Bank of England.

It's just a question of me sorting out a
personal matter.

I'd, uh... I would really, really
appreciate it, Merleau.

You sit your tight little ass down next
to mine.

Breaking into someone's bank account is
a risk, personal or not.

Of course, I've spent years networking
my contacts.

Let me explain the intricate art of
hacking to you.

I've still got so much to do.

I'm never going to be ready for this
baby.

If you go back to work after what?

Three, six months?

You'll be knackered and you'll probably
feel guilty.

You've got to be organised to maximise
the time with the baby.

Well, Mike will help.

Trust me, you think he will.

The responsibility will all come down on
your shoulders. It'll be you that has

to think ahead.

Are you going to find out what it'll be
for our girl?

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know what I'm doing.

And all this eating doesn't help either.

I must be out of my mind.

No, you're not.

But it'll be a change in your life, all
right.

Lucky you.

It's moving round again.

I still can't believe this is happening.

As we see it, there are three important
facts in this case.

Firstly, the account given at trial was
precisely the account given

by the appellant at a time when he
couldn't possibly have known what

investigators would find.

Secondly, there isn't a single piece of
forensic evidence available to

contradict his account.

So much was confirmed by the exhibits
officer in a highly complex scene as he

characterized it.

It was replete with what one might
describe as clues in the form of smears

drops of blood originating from both
parties, but chiefly from the appellant,

distributed about the mobile home in a
pattern that confirmed the appellant's

account. I'm sorry, Mr Rylands.

Can you tell me which are the relevant
photographs of the scene?

Yes, milady.

17 to 30.

17 to 30.

Of course, the photographs can't tell
you the sequence in which the blood was

distributed around the mobile home. What
they can confirm, however, is that the

appellant's account of his movement and
to a lesser extent of Meadows' movements

were consistent with the pattern of
blood staining found by the exhibits

officer. And of course, your point is
that when he gave this account, he'd not

seen any photographs.

And reasonably, the DNA testing was not
done until some time later.

Precisely.

Ah, come on, come on, come on.

You owe me big time.

With mad Mel till two o 'clock this
morning, she never drew breath, then

practically raped me.

Yeah, did you get anything?

Yeah. Suit full of cat ass.

All right, you ready for this?

Yeah. Duffield has power of attorney
over both McQueedy's money and Fiona's

inheritance, right?

Right. So, Mel hacked into Fiona's trust
account, and we found one

very large and very interesting player.

Yeah.

What? Hello, go on.

All right. Hold on to your hat.

15 grand to Avira Collingwood. Yes, I
knew it.

The boss was trying to bribe her to
change her statement.

Yeah, well, look, you're going to have
to go really carefully on this one,

You must use this, because you're going
to have to get Section 8 under pace,

otherwise it won't be admissible to
everyone to call you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, right. Anything else?

Yeah. We also hacked into McCready's
account and went back to when records

began.

Right up until he was sent down, there
was a large, regular pilot going out on

job in Florida.

Florida? Did you get a name?

Yeah.

Conley. Sheila Conley.

Know her? Yeah, I think I'm looking at
her.

Thanks, Satch. Later.

Sheila!

Sheila, it's Mike.

Do you remember me?

Mike Walker.

I spoke to George just before he died.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm more interested in what you've been
doing.

Nice suit.

Then you've been living a cushy life for
years, haven't you?

I don't see that's any business of
yours.

Don't you?

Poor George was always crazy about you.

In fact, didn't he spend 12 years behind
bars for you?

Nobody forced him to do anything.

He did it for you.

You left him to rot when he got out of
prison. Why come back now?

I wanted to say goodbye to my husband.

He certainly got here fast. Who told you
he was dead?

George called me.

I don't believe you.

I've got details of monies paid to you
by James MacReady. You've been bleeding

them dry for years.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, don't you? Come on, Sheila.

Why did MacReady continue to pay you
money after Joyce was released?

What have you got of MacReady?

I need you to follow that cab.

Well, it depends how far, pal.

I've got weight in it, too.

Then there is the highly significant
fingerprint on the blade of the knife.

You will notice that at photograph
number 29.

The appellant's fingerprint on the
murder weapon.

I prefer to call it the kitchen knife.

The print was in fact a thumb print, and
the print is pointing up the blade.

consistent with him taking hold of the
knife when Meadows profited in his

uninjured hand and placing it in the
sink.

And you can tell all of this from one
fingerprint, can you?

Yes. Yes, Lord, that is what we do say,
yes.

Yes, Dr. Foster, the prosecution
pathologist, confirmed it much at the

that a knife...

inserted into a body would, in effect,
clean off whatever prints were on the

blade. The blade, as we can see from the
photograph, doesn't appear into the

naked eye, at least to have any blood on
it.

It was, in effect, wiped off as the
blade was withdrawn from the wound.

I have a care not to injure yourself
with your ruler, Mr. Rylands.

So,

in answer to my last point,

The print on the blade, yes, undoubtedly
got there after the stabbing.

As a matter of comment, one would, in
the normal course of events, pick up

a knife by its handle if the handle were
available.

So there's clearly an inference that
McCready's print got onto the blade when

Meadows profited to him after he had
injured himself with it.

Was there any scientific evidence from
the knife handle?

No.

My lady, only that the handle wasn't a
receptive surface for fingerprinting

purposes.

Do go on, Mr. Rylands.

We submit that the fact of the appellant
giving his account at the very outset

and of the Crown being unable to
contradict that account in a highly

crime scene is absolutely significant.

Surely that's not right, Mr. Rylands.

The Crown's pathologist contradicted
that account, did he not, in the

of his evidence, file 2, page 53, letter
B.

Yes, my Lord, but he was himself flatly
contradicted by two very eminent experts

at transcript pages 106, letters A to D,
and pages

118, 119, respectively.

So, in summary, we have, firstly, the
appellant's account given at the very

outset.

Secondly, the fact that every single
piece of forensic evidence is consistent

with that account.

And thirdly, the curious circumstance
that the Crown have not been able to

produce any timetable of what they say
happened within that caravan. No

of events.

Well, I believe the Crown and certainly
the appellant simply stabbed his friend

in the back.

They really need to go further than
that.

Hmm?

Where did she go?

Straight up there, second floor to my
right. Thanks.

Come back for something, Gina.

Forget how bad it was.

My kids are at college now.

Even got American accents.

Come a long way from here.

And you've come a long way to come back.

Everyone always underestimated George.

But he would have done anything for our
kids.

I loved him so much.

I really believed George would come out
to Florida to be with us.

When he got out.

Why didn't he?

He was on drugs in prison.

I got myself clean.

I never did.

Even when he was released.

McCready's been paying you money for
years, Sheila. What have you got in him?

You blackmailing him.

A bit of yours.

McCready's scum. He still is.

The bastard even threatened my little
girls.

George was murdered, Sheila.

Oh, it's much.

I didn't just come back for the funeral.

Jock told me about the appeal.

That bastard gets hurt, he'll come after
me too.

Why?

Sure, yeah.

Look, it'll be here.

After all, it's been here.

What is it?

It's the knife Lacrida used on that
young copper.

And me.

My Lords, there was evidence at the
trial of the behaviour of Macready and

Meadows towards each other that evening.

The appellant has never at any time
denied that he and his partner had been

drinking that night. They'd both, in his
own words, had more than a skinful.

That night, they'd been with friends at
Butterfly's.

Butterfly's?

Butterfly's? What?

It's a club, my Lord, in central Soho,
famous for its...

transvestite cabaret acts.

I see.

Gary Meadows and James McCready were
regular at the club and both were well

-liked. That evening had been
particularly memorable as McCready had

the cabaret.

By all accounts, Meadows was in high
spirits when he left Butterflies.

Witnesses of the club.

recall him saying that he was proud of
his partners, of the

appellants'

impromptu cavalry act.

Both were eager to enjoy the rest of the
evening, but knew that they must return

home to take care of Fiona, Meadow's
seven -year -old daughter.

They did, however, call in at their
local, the Frog and Ferret, which is

few minutes' walk from their home, just
after closing time.

Bar licensing law in England closes
private bars and pubs at 11 o 'clock.

The landlord at the Froggen Ferry did,
in fact, obey the law, but continued to

serve drinks to a few regulars as his
private guests in what I believe is

as a lock -out.

I think you'll find it's a lock -in, Mr
Rylance.

Well... He recalls that the...

The appellant and the deceased were
still in high school.

A while after, the appellant and Mr.
Meadows left the pub.

Hello. Hi, Pat, it's me. Hi.

I've been waiting for your call. You
switched your mobile off.

Yeah, I know. Listen, I'm on my way
home.

But I need you to get a message to
Pembroke for me.

Right. Can you go to the court, find
him, tell him I've got even more

against McCready?

I've got the knife he murdered Colin
Hood with.

Yeah? And my guess is McCready's prints
are all over it.

But you won't be able to bring this up
in the appeal. You do know that, don't

you? It'll have no bearing.

Yeah, but I tell you what will.

Duffield using Fiona Meadows'
inheritance to pay off Vera Collingwood.

Yeah, I'm getting it.

But that doesn't explain why Fiona was
so keen to come forward.

Well, you interviewed her. What do you
think?

Well, she said she'd blocked everything
out and then it suddenly came back to

her when Duffield approached her.

Yeah, well, there you go. Duffield's
obviously the key.

Except why would Duffield risk
everything to help MacReady?

Yeah, well, they're all pals. He's
obviously making a stack of money for

troubles. I don't know.

Fiona did seem pretty convinced it was
an accident.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't underestimate the
power of suggestion.

That may be.

Hey. How soon can you go to the court?

I've still not changed, but pretty much
straight away.

OK, I'll see you there.

Hey, I've missed you.

Missed you.

I'll see you soon. OK, bye.

Bye.

Can I now move to the third area which
causes the Crown difficulties, namely

injuries suffered by the appellate?
These were...

A cut to the right inner forearm and a
deep cut to the left palm.

The Crown at trial were unable to
provide any sensible explanation for

indeed were reduced to suggesting that
they may have been deliberately self

-inflicted by the defendant.

The appellant gave the following account
of his injuries.

That Meadows had...

armed himself with a kitchen knife. He
was in a highly excitable state, and he

started waving it around.

The appellant sought to disarm him by
going for the knife, and in doing so,

suffered a cut to the left palm.

An injury, by the way, which is known as
a classic defence injury.

In the ensuing fracas, Mertes again
caught the appellant on the arm, and all

this happened before the stabbing.

Had it occurred as the Crown contended
after the stabbing, the knife would

presumably have worn some traces of the
appellant's blood on it, and the Crown

couldn't find any evidence for this.

Surely your best point, Mr. Rylands, is
that if your client had indeed inflicted

these wounds upon himself in order to
make it look as if he'd come under

and defended himself, the very first
thing that he would do would be to say

much. And to put it bluntly...

He would be shouting self -defence from
the rooftops, which is precisely what he

did not do.

That's absolutely right, my lady.

Because far from proclaiming that he was
acting in self -defence, he told the

police he didn't believe that Meadows
intended to hurt him.

He went on to say he thought he was
stupid for having tried to take hold of

knife.

Not very smart of him, was how he put it
in the interview.

Hi, do you know if there's anyone at
home? Flat 6, Pat North?

I'm a friend of hers and I've been
trying to contact her. Don't you call

caretaker. Flat 2.

I can't let you in. Security. I'm a
police officer.

Ring for the caretaker.

You see, what he did was to deny
throughout that he'd ever had the knife

hand, thus depriving himself of any
issue of self -defence, even of

and stating simply that this was an
accident, and an accident he hadn't

seen.

Hence his failure to appreciate the
depth of the wound, the severity of the

internal injuries, and consequently his
failure,

deeply regretted, to call an ambulance.

So you would say that it was not just an
accident, but a whole series of

accidents.

Precisely.

Seeing the time, I think that would be a
convenient moment.

2 .15.

All rise.

Can you open the door? Pat!

Pat!

Thanks. How are you?

Fine.

I'd best grab a sandwich and see you in
court.

You look very handsome.

I have wigs of daft to everyone else.

You make me nervous.

You've become unapproachable.

You're a lot more confident in court.

Very sexy.

The black suit waistcoat.

The crisp white shirt.

Oh, and I like the... the monogrammed
gold cufflinks.

I just haven't told you.

You hold my life in your hands.

It must be a real power trip to have
someone totally dependent on you.

I believe you're innocent.

Get me help.

Prove me that's the biggest you know I
am.

You're angry for me for eight wasted
years.

You'll be on the front page of every
newspaper.

You'll become a hero.

Lots of people have campaigned for you,
Jimmy. I'm with your high profile.

When you were blackmailed, forced into
coming out, you proudly and publicly

acknowledged your sexuality.

I wrote about you.

I know all about you.

That's why I kept on writing to you.

I admire you.

You're not ashamed to be who you are.

I really ought to go.

Yeah.

I couldn't defend myself on my own
trial.

I wasn't able to defend myself on the
documentary.

I couldn't even defend myself here in
the appeal court.

I'll never... I'll never defend myself
over Gary.

Believe me, I'll use everything you
didn't have to defend you in your trial.

It's imperative you try to stay calm.

All my life, I've been ashamed.

Can't you see why I admire you?

I need to know what I am.

Thank you for your honesty.

You go.

I'll get your night things. I've thought
everything out, OK?

Thank you.

Can you just call Mike and tell him?
Just tell him he's on his way. Don't

Now, you just rest now.

Everything's going to be fine. Shall I
stay with you?

No. Just call Mike.

Don't worry, he's on his way.
Everything's going to be fine.

OK,

we're going back.

Nice and easy.

Thank you.

Where's my baby, Viv?

She lost the baby.

Sorry, mate.

Are you all right? Did I get you
anything?

No, no, no, thanks.

Thanks for everything, Viv. Thank you.

I just want to sit with her for a bit.

Let's get married, huh?

It's a bit late for you, making an
honest woman out of me, isn't it? No,

it's never too late.

It's never too late. We can start, you
know.

We can die again.

You're not too old.

Let's be back having a compliment.

But I don't mind.

I know if we can, we can. If we can't,
that's fine too.

I just want you to know you're the most
important thing in the world to me.

I love you.

Morning. Morning.

Morning. Just wondered if we still had a
copy of that Rackham House documentary.

They should do it. It'll be on one of
the shelves in Jane's office.

Great. Thanks, Barbara.

How's she doing?

Not good.

She lost the baby.

All right.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, look, have you got those bank
statements?

Yeah.

You OK?

No, no, not really, but we've got to get
these to Pembroke.

The sooner we get this over with, the
sooner I get back to see Pat.

The bank accounts.

McCready's list to fill up a company.

Cornwall Communications, which he used
to move money backwards and forwards.

Yes, yes.

Quite a paper chase.

Yeah, but what about the McCready
incident in Glasgow?

The knife can still have his
fingerprints on it. But with that and

Connolly's... Yes, yes, but what you
must realise is that is a completely

separate case. Yeah, I know that.

but surely it gives us an insight into
MacReady's character that he killed

before. We simply won't be able to get
that in.

We're dealing with this conviction, not
a previous murder.

OK.

Let's say you, er... Let's say you put
me in the witness box, yeah? Ask me

the personal grievance MacReady's
accused me of having, yeah?

Couldn't I slip it in then, that I now
have proof that he committed another

murder in the past? No, no, no.

I'm sorry.

The only thing you could use, and this
will have to be devoted to Ryland, is

that you have evidence to show that
Duffield paid a sum of money to Vera.

Fiona Meadows' inheritance. Don't tell
me that's not relevant in the bloody

case.

Here, and behold, a notice of additional
evidence came winging down from on

high.

even after the 11th hour, and it was
laden with fire and brimstone, and there

was wailing and gnashing of teeth
amongst the defense team. What are you

about? A copy for you, and one for your
admirable junior.

Bank statements, old boy.

In a nutshell, as the phrase goes,
McCready has been transferring the odd

or two to a witness on a date remarkably
adjacent to her new witness statement.

I suspect she may be in for a wee spot
of bother, as they say in Glasgow.

Can I ask you about your present

circumstances, Mrs. Collingwood?

You currently reside on the same mobile
home park as you did at the time of the

murder, but now have a new home.

That's right.

luxurious mobile home nine months ago,
but I believe you were behind in rent on

your previous accommodation.

That is correct.

I always hated the place.

It had bad memories for me of poor Gary,
and it was damp.

Can you please tell the court how you
were able to financially secure your new

home? Well, that's none of your
business.

You must know I had private savings.

Really?

Private savings?

Were you not on social security benefit
and dependent on your pension till

recently?

Mrs. Collingwood, did you understand the
question?

Yes.

Didn't someone else provide the money
for you to upgrade to your rather smart

new home?

Do I have to answer that, my lord?

Yes, you do, Mrs. Collingwood. Let me
make it clear.

Did Mr. James McCready, via his
solicitor, Mr.

Duffield, financially assist you so that
you could move from what you describe

as a damp caravan to a nice new modern
one with every facility?

Well, he was always very kind to me,
very supportive.

Just how supportive?

Mrs. Collingwood?

He helped me out.

He helped you out?

Just how much did he help you out, Mrs.
Collingwood?

A few hundred pounds. There was nothing
illegal about that.

A few hundred pounds? The new caravan?

Nothing illegal about that, can I?

Would you look at these bank statements,
Mrs. Collingwood, could you?

Thank you.

Would you describe to the court what
you're looking at? I don't think we need

the theatrics, Mr Pembroke.

Yes, my lord.

Are those copies of your bank
statements, Mrs Collingwood?

Yes, but... Which clearly show a large
sum of money going into your account six

months prior to Mr McCready's appeal.

I don't know.

Can you please tell the court for what
reason?

That sum was paid to you.

I don't remember.

You don't remember.

Well, maybe I can help you out.

Was it in any way connected to you
adding to your statement regarding the

on the night Gary Meadows died?

No, it was not.

You seem very sure about that, Mrs.
Collingwood.

Yet you are still unsure why that money
was paid to you. I wish to remind you,

Mrs. Collingwood, that you are...

Under. Oh.

Hey.

No luck?

Yeah, I found it eventually, thanks.

I just thought I'd drop these off.

They'd been put in the wrong sleep.

Mm -hmm.

Isn't this the one you were looking for?

Let me clarify exactly what Mr Pembroke
is asking you, Mrs Collingwood.

All he's asking you is whether you were
paid money to add to your original

statement.

No, I was not.

Yet you declined to tell the court what
this substantial payment was for.

I've said it was a gift to help me out,
and that's the truth of it.

You're trying to put words into my
mouth.

Just like the words in your statement
were put into your mouth by that

A payment made to you by a company
called Cornwall Communications.

Do you know Mr. Benjamin Duffield, the
owner of this company, and solicitor to

Mr. McCready? Mr. Pembroke, I think Mrs.
Collingwood has made her position with

regards to this payment clear, and I
think we must draw our own conclusions

As my lady pleases.

Walker.

Yeah?

What?

You're beauty.

Beautiful. Where?

Hey, thanks.

Peony Meadow?

Jimmy seemed to trip on the rug, and Dad
fell backwards.

It all happened so quickly.

Daddy said he was all right and went
back to bed.

Jimmy came over to me and kissed me,
said not to worry.

He said we were all friends again.

Then he started looking for some
bandages. I'm sorry, Fiona.

I don't quite understand.

Who exactly was looking for the
bandages?

Jimmy.

Then I went back to bed.

And did you go to sleep directly?

No, sir. I stayed awake for a while,
listening to my dad and Jimmy talking to

each other.

Then I went back to sleep.

You were no longer afraid.

No longer worried about your father.

No, sir, I wasn't. I thought he was all
right.

You were very fond of your father,
weren't you?

Yes.

So there'd be no reason for you to
protect someone who'd hurt him?

No, sir.

Fiona, can you stay there a moment?

I expect there'll be one or two more
questions for you to answer.

My lords, my lady, before embarking on
my cross -examination of

Fiona, might I raise a matter, perhaps,
in the absence of the witness?

Yes, of course, Mr. Pembroke.

Usher, would you accompany the witness
out of the court and stay with him?

you.

I don't expect we shall keep you for
very long.

Would you go with the usher?

My lords, I've just been handed a
videotape which could prove to be vital

evidence in this case.

Fiona was seen by a child protection
officer within a week of her father's

and gave her account, recorded on video
in the usual way.

I'm told, although I've not yet seen the
tape myself, that Fiona, aged seven,

gave a very different account to the one
we have just heard in court.

from Fiona, age 15.

May I ask for a short adjournment so
that I can see the video?

I expect my learned friend, Mr. Rylands,
will want to see it as well.

I think we'll rise and give you, Mr.
Pembroke, an opportunity to put your

in order.

Will you let us know via the usher how
long you think you'll need? Yes.

Be upstanding.

What exactly do you plan to do with this
video?

Well...

That rather depends what's on it,
doesn't it?

Hi.

Hi.

The nurse said you would use breakfast
and lunch.

Yeah, well, I'm not eating my breakfast
at that. I'm godly high, and I'm

certainly not having my lunch at 11 .30.

So, apart from starving yourself, how
are you feeling?

Oh, brilliant.

Just brilliant.

Anyway. How are you?

Come on, Pat.

I know what you're going through.

I've been there, remember, twice?

No, you can't blame yourself, believe
me. Well, I can a bit, actually, because

Mike did warn me to take things easy.

Pat? Yeah.

Yeah, all right, all right, I know, I
know.

Go for it.

Yeah, you will.

Just take time.

Wasn't your appendix you lost? No, no, I
do know that.

But... You know, in a way it is right
that I should feel a bit guilty because,

you know, if I hadn't been in...

You know, if I hadn't been...

I can't believe it's gone.

I can't believe it's gone.

I can't wait to see the look on
MacReady's face when he sees this.

Join my club.

Yes, Mr Pembroke.

My lords, my lady, thank you for your
time.

We both agreed that the video should now
be played. Why wasn't this video

disclosed at trial?

The senior investigating officer was
advised that Fiona was too young and too

vulnerable to be cross -examined, and as
a consequence, she was not called.

That doesn't quite answer my question.

Whether used or not, the video was
clearly disclosable.

My Lord, certainly.

Inquiries will be made.

Shall we get on, then?

We shall need the witness back in court.

Fiona, please be seated.

We're going to watch a video taken of
you some years back.

Can you see the screen properly?

Good.

Thank you, Usher.

Could you do the honours?

I'm wearing trousers.

Is that true?

Yes, that's the truth. Well done.

Well, now we know what is the truth and
what is a lie, I want you to tell me the

truth about what happened to your daddy
last night.

So please tell me everything you
remember and all the matters that don't

in our body right now because this is
very important.

Thank you for joining and tell me what
you saw last night.

Bastard all night.

Why don't you stop me?

Okay. My fault, eh? Shut up. You want to
say something to me? Shut up. You

drunken bugger. Get out of here, you
nosy bitch. You shouldn't be around here

like this.

Take the money.

You've had enough. Give me the gauntlet.

Hey, give it to me. Give it to me! Get
off!

I've had enough of you watering me
about! Enough!

So why don't you get out and leave us
alone? And I mean it this time! I hate

poncing around those nightclubs, making
me look like a dumb piece of shit!

You made me jealous. You ate it when I
got all the attention.

No!

I hate it when you smother yourself in
makeup and thrash around like a bleeding

arsehole. I want you out, so pack up and
get out.

Make me.

Make me.

Come on, then.

Come on!

Why don't you try and kill me, eh?

Yes, you got away with murder once, but
you won't again, will you? I should

never have told you that.

Give me the knife.

Gary. Gary. Come on.

Come on. Give me the knife!

Jesus Christ!

I'm sorry.

Fiona, go back to bed, honey. Go on.
We're only playing, darling. Fiona, go

to bed!

Put her down!

Put her down! Put her down, Jimmy!

Fiona!

Oh, no,

not my baby, no. Get in there, you
little bitch.

You'll be fine. Drink.

So, what now?

What do you mean, what now?

Your two witnesses have just been blown
out of the water.

Both Fiona and Vera now face perjury
charges. As for Duffield, he'll be

off.

Probably charged with perverting the
cause of justice.

Can't blame me for trying. You dragged
everyone down to your level.

You even had me fooled. Well, you know
the saying, money talks. Oh, really?

Perhaps you should have paid Sheila
Connolly more.

What?

She's handed over the knife you used to
kill that young police officer.

Robert?

Robert, wait!

Robert!

I can go home at the weekend.

They have. That's wonderful.

So how did it go? It was brilliant.

Once the judges had seen the tape, that
was it.

And with the advances in DNA technique,
if McCready's prints are on that knife,

Forensic will find them.

He's looking at another life sentence
for the murder of Colin Hood. He's not

going to be out for a long time.

It's pretty obvious why Vera changed her
story, but I still don't get it. Fiona

seemed so genuine.

Yeah, I was watching her in court.

I think she was really shocked by that
video.

And somehow Duffield managed to convince
her the accident story was true.

Wouldn't have been too hard if she
really had blocked out what happened.

Poor girl.

Yeah.

Hey, I got a tap on the shoulder, right?
I'm coming out of court. I turn around

and it's the chief. He's standing there
and he shakes my hand. He said, sorry

about the problems you've been having,
dear boy. The PCA have completed their

investigation. And you're exonerated.

Suspension is lifted.

Yes. And then he tells me there's a
whopper of a case he wants to put me in

charge of.

I'm back, Pat.

I'm back on top and ready to roll.

Brilliant.

Hey, Satch. How are you?

Here, this is for you. Oh, thanks.
That's great, thanks. And this is for

Oh, that's my boy.

Hey, I'm going to open this now.

Oh, good.

Listen, Pat's getting home in the
weekend. Well done. Well, I think they

the bed, actually, but I'm going to take
things easy.

You've got another glass. Do you want
one, Pat? No, I'm fine. Help yourself.

we can share one.

Hey, lovely.

Here's to you, sweetheart, and your
recovery.

Thanks.

Oh, good luck.

Hey, watch out for that glass, Satch.