All language subtitles for Criminal Justice (2008) - S01E02 - Episode 2 (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Panda)_Subtitles01

Maybe I took the cab
because I knew

that out there was a mad girl

who really, really badly wanted
to go to the seaside.

Dead female.
Knife wound to the chest.

Sexual assault gone wrong,
we think.

Neighbor saw a black cab
leaving the scene.

So, we're looking for a knife

with a blade approximately
an inch and 1/4 wide.

Arrest this man on suspicion
of the murder of Melanie Lloyd.

My name is Stone.

I want to tell the truth.

The truth can go to hell,

and if you don't get that
into your head right now,

forget about
the rest of your life.

There will come a time
when you will want answers.

Ring me up day or night,
Mr. Lloyd.

Mum, I was there.
They're not mistaken.

I'm your barrister, and this is
Hugo Curry, your solicitor.

What about Mr. Stone?

Your dad wants to use us.

He took the cigarettes from me.

Bail is refused on both grounds.

Ben Coulter, everybody!

We got a grass on board.

- Tone.
- All right, Pete.

Do you know why you're in here?

First time?

Right, you.
Bring your bucket over.

Can you read and write?

Right.

- Can you speak?
- Yes.

I need you to give me
the names and the numbers

of the five people you want
to call while you're with us.

We check them out
and give you a PIN number.

My mum and dad...

Mary and Barry Coulter.

- Number?
- 02079460632.

Next.

Um, my best friend, John Richie.

- He's...
- Yeah, just the number.

Not his life story.

Next.

Step over the line.

I can't remember.

Do you want to go
on the numbers?

- What does that mean?
- Vulnerable Persons Unit.

Am I vulnerable?

You raped and killed
a 20-year-old girl.

That makes you a nonce.

You can go on the VPU,
and you'd be safe.

But I'm not that.
I didn't do it.

Everybody did it, son.

Nobody's gonna stop
wanting to kill you

just because you say
you're innocent.

Decision, please... now.

- I don't want to go there.
- Fine.

- Welcome back, Mr. Milroy.
- Right.

- Move on over there.
- Over there.

Okay, move on.

All right, face me.

Head back.

Clear.

Stay. Mouth wide open.

Clear. Now lift up your nuts.

On your knees, Flitcroft.

Check for me.

- Clear.
- He's winking at you.

You're in there, Flitcroft.

Now roll back your foreskin
for me.

Or do you want Flitcroft
to do it for you?

Down you go, Flitcroft.

Clear.

Right, squat for me.

- What?
- Feet 2 feet apart,

ass 9 inches from the ground.

Go. Lower.

Hold it there.

Keep it there.

Clear.

All right,
put your clothes back on.

Come out when you're dressed.

Are you on any medication?

Ventolin.

My friend's phone number...
I couldn't remember it.

Can I go back and tell him,
please?

Come on.

Or could I tell you, maybe,
and you could tell him?

Don't you touch me, man!

You hold your position! Hold it!

There's a mobile phone
up his bottom.

- We can see it hanging out.
- Don't touch him.

You can ask him
if he wants to give it to you,

but if you lay a finger on him,
it constitutes an assault.

You might be very good
at sticking your shotgun

in people's nostrils,

but I bet you can't keep
your sphincter shut

for 30 seconds in a low squat!

29, 28, 27...

You're not gonna make it.

What are you writing?

It's my job to assess what level
of risk you are to others

and to yourself.

What... What did you put?

If I tell you your risk level,

that might change
your risk level.

You're making me paranoid.

Do you have feelings
of paranoia?

- No.
- What risk level

do you think you are?

I'm... I'm fine.

- From the waist down.
- Oi.

Give me the phone number.

I'll see to it for you.

Sit. Stay down.

♫ La-la, la, la, la-la, la, la ♫

♫ La-la-la, la ♫

♫ Three, two ♫

- Come on!
- One... zero!

Zero!

Solitary, right?
Till it comes out.

Solitary? What solitary?

The singles have got
three men in them.

Solitary's a luxury
we can't afford.

I'm gonna check
what cell you're in.

Just follow
the yellow brick road.

Take him onto the wing, John.

I'll go and check
the allocations.

Wait here.

Come up?

Rar!

This one's an H.

First time in.

What do you want me to do?

We don't have any singles, Bill.

He needs to be in
with a grown-up.

Somebody who won't have him
for breakfast.

That leaves Hooch
or Neary, then.

- Hmm.
- Get in here, laddie.

Hooch it is, then.

It's all right.

He thinks he's a dog.

Why?

Because he used to be one.

Childhood trauma.

His dad kept him in a dog kennel
for five years

with three bullmastiffs.

He learned to be a dog.

What's he doing in here?

Don't ask.

- Why is he not in a...
- What? A dogs home?

Psychiatric unit?

Broadmoor won't have him.

Why not?

They don't want a dog.

- What?
- Nothing.

Come over this way.

Yo.

It's Featherweight.

What you in for?

Eh?

He came in with me.
He's all right.

You tell anyone who asks you
robbed a post office in Wales,

somewhere rural.

An away day on your own
that went wrong.

Why are you helping me out?

It was only cigarettes.

You didn't know
what you were saying.

I don't do grudges, yeah?

Thanks.

What did he want?

- Who?
- Milroy.

You know him?

- What did he want?
- Nothing.

It means I listen, all right?

Anybody who wants to talk to me,

they can say what they like
in complete confidence.

I clean the chapel
same time every day.

Do a lot of listening
in the chapel.

What are you in for?

I cut a man's arm off
with a meat cleaver. You?

I robbed a post office
in South Wales.

Oh. On your own?

Yeah.

- Somewhere rural?
- Mm-hmm.

Did you have a big bad gun
with you?

It's lucky for you
that I'm the first con

to hear that particular piece
of fiction.

If it was true every time
a new nonce on the wing

said that they'd robbed
a post office in rural Wales,

they'd be making Clint Eastwood
films in Swansea, wouldn't they?

He set you up,
your friend Milroy.

I'm not a nonce.

Come on, now.

Down the course.

He brought a phone in.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

He lives here.

People want to take
a long, hard look at a new man

before they go
anywhere near him.

So just let them look.

Don't talk just yet.

Is there anything else?

Yeah.

Milroy. He won't go away.

What should I do?

Whack him.

Lockup.

Shut up!

Wakey, wakey, boys and girls.

Rise and shine.

Lovely day.

Sir. It's the Ben Coulter case.

I just wanted you
to check my statement over...

for anything
I might have left out.

Okay.

How did you get here
from the canteen?

Did you "consume
your hot beverage at 0830 hours

before commencing to proceed

in a northerly direction
towards your destination"?

Or did you just walk?

Do it again... in English.

Not police speak.

I was wondering, sir...

about the vomiting, really.

- Hop in.
- Done your report?

I'm going out.

On the street.

Where crime is.

Where we going, sir?

The Stock Hill estate.

- Morning.
- Morning, sir.

See that?
Are they detectives? No.

Are they doing door-to-doors?

Somebody died right there.

Maybe a lowlife drug dealer,
but still a human being.

And what are
we spending police time doing?

Protecting the scene of death
from vandals.

Protecting society from its
inability to behave decently.

- Take any one of these.
- What?

Take any one of these,
put them in the dock,

and the jury pots them.

Why?

'Cause their eyes have got
no more expression in them

than dead haddocks.

But Ben Coulter

- is not like these.
- No.

Ben Coulter
doesn't look like a murderer.

He looks like a human being.

Sir?

The jury will look at him,
and they're going to wonder.

Could he really stick a big
knife into that young girl?

And we will have to fight that.

Sir, what's this got
to do with me being sick?

- What's your first name?
- Simon.

Constable Simon Jeary,
brand-new copper,

walks onto a crime scene
and walks out again throwing up.

And why shouldn't he?

He's a very new policeman who's
just seen his first dead body.

Now, Ben Coulter
may well be a human being,

but so was Melanie Lloyd,

and so is Constable Jeary.

So put the throwing up
in your statement.

You're a Mormon.

What? No.

- He's a Mormon.
- Mm.

Why did you say that?

'Cause Mormons get hot chocolate
instead of tea.

Prison tea's disgusting.

Hot chocolate's much better.

You're a Mormon.

Dispensary.

Nurse wants to see you.

Come on. Come on!

You should have two inhalers.

Here's a spare.

Thank you.

I don't know your name.

Nurse.

Um, the guy before me,

um, someone took his...

We hand out
what we're supposed to.

The rest is whatever it is.

But he looked like
he really needed it.

And we gave it to him.

Yes, Featherweight.

Come.

We're back tomorrow at 6:00.

We'll see you then. Goodbye.

There you go.
What you asked for.

How are your children?

Yeah. Good.

And your lovely lady?

She's fine.

I am enhanced.

Do you know what that is?

I'm polite.

I am clean.

I inquire after the well-being
of prison officers

and their families.

I always remember
the names of their children.

I ask about their children.

And they go shopping for me.

So...

who runs this place?

The screws?

You know, some people
still believe ugly white men

with broken noses
are the bosses.

All those tiresome
Essex blaggers with big bellies

and big Tonka toys
to drive around in.

Are they in charge?

Freddie's the boss.

Freddie Graham.

Right.

One of those Tonka boys
wants to hurt you.

I could stop that if you want.

Close your eyes.

What is it?

What did the kind, thoughtful
prison officer bring us?

Veal?

You know,
from the time they're born,

they're kept in a dark crate
so small they can't turn around

and fed only on milk.

Half blind, in the dark,

waiting to die.

Do you want Freddie Graham
to help you?

Or do you prefer dead in the
shower with your guts cut out

and your smart brains
all over the floor?

£15.

5 cheaper than Freddie Graham.

What did he say?

He offered me protection.

And you're not going to accept?

Let me tell you something,
sunbeam.

The stupid and the weak...
They don't survive in here.

The stupid and the violent...
They don't survive either.

They might swim a bit longer,
but they go down in the end.

The strong and the brave...
They sink like stones.

So, who survives?

Only one kind.

The dealmaker.

The man who makes a contract.

He survives.

Here.

I saw Milroy renting out
his mobile phone.

Freddie's not going
to like that.

What's the deal? I mean
with the mobile-phone thing?

The phone.

Well, the regular
hardline phone is listened to.

Every call by every con
is recorded,

so nobody can talk
the way they want to talk.

So a mobile phone becomes
a very valuable commodity.

90% of the people in here

have got a SIM card
hidden somewhere.

You just rent a phone for the
night and use your own SIM card.

- Simple.
- So, Milroy having a phone...

and renting it out...

That, my beamish boy,
is a declaration of war.

The Crown vs. Ben Coulter.

Looking forward to it.

- Manslaughter.
- What?

You want me to offer
a plea to manslaughter?

He killed her, but he lacked
the intent to do serious harm.

The CPS are confident on murder.

That's why I'm here.

The CPS will say no to me
every time.

But they always say yes
to the man in the wig.

What's happening here, Rogers?

The evidence is really strong.
There are no witness problems.

What are you scared of?

Coulter's got no form
for anything.

He looks innocent.

- Your point being?
- A jury will like him.

Hold on.
Are you actually suggesting,

with all my colossal talent,
I might not get him potted?

I'm saying if it's a fight
and he walks,

it's
a public-relations catastrophe.

"White boy rapes and kills black
girl and gets off scot-free."

You want me to carve it.

Black or white, Paul?

Come on, Paulie. Black or white?

- Black.
- Well, what's the matter?

Afraid to make the first move?

E4.

- A5?
- What sort of a reply is that?

The move is e5.

Or maybe c5.

Depending if you're
a Ruy López man or a Sicilian.

I like the Sicilian.

It gives you a certain dominance
on the queen's side

and a little bit of interesting
asymmetry across the board.

Ben, help him out.

But you haven't got
a board and pieces.

What, you've
never played head chess?

All right, I'll give you a break
since it's your first time.

Look at the window. Hmm?

See? Eight squares across.

Four squares up and down.
That's half a chessboard.

Look at the window, double it,

imagine the pieces,
play the game.

I don't know about the way
of saying the move.

A to H across,
1 to 8 up and down the board.

Your move.

D...

- 5.
- The Scandinavian!

Very punchy.

He's in this cell
because they want you

to look after him, isn't he?

Are you looking after me, too?

Just play the game, Ben.

Just play the game.

Has he said anything to you?

- How is he?
- How is he?

I'm sure he's fine.

Right, um,
we've got the committal bundle.

The prosecution
witness statements.

I want to have a good, long look

and then consult
with our barrister.

Right, thank you.

Then we can have another chat.

He's very good.

He didn't say anything.

Well, that's 'cause
he's holding off

until he's read everything
and he knows exactly what to do.

It's 'cause
he thinks Ben did it.

Oh, don't be silly.

He doesn't.

Why were you looking
in Ben's drawers?

So, it's okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I mean, you know...

Probably boring.

But it's okay?

Listen, mate, we have got
the best criminal-justice system

in the world, and the jury
will get it right, okay?

They'll see you, and
they'll see past the evidence.

- They'll just see you.
- Sorry, people.

Time's up.

Um, and the lawyers
that I've got you...

Don't worry about that.
They're the best.

You can't afford them, Dad.

My son is charged
with a murder that he didn't do.

What kind of a dad would I be
if I didn't stump up for that?

You know, you know what other
kind of rainy day is there?

Winding up now, gents.

Okay?

Bye, Dad.

Now, you be strong, all right?
You stay strong.

You're not staying in here.

- Bye, Mum.
- Love you.

Hey, hey, hey! What do you want?

Roland.

I don't want your protection.

I'm okay.

Thank you.

Right there. That's the one.

Go! Go, go!

Back, back!

How disgusting is that?
Get them cleaned up.

Hush, little boy. Not a word.

Move! Move!

Move! Move!

You can keep the methadone.

The pigeons have landed.

You think I'd forget, hey?

You took my cigarettes.

I'll never forget.

Everyone should know
when there's a grass about.

Lunchtime.

Milroy will come at you again.

You need help if you're
gonna survive in here, Ben.

You need
Freddie Graham's protection.

It's only a contract.

You're not selling your soul.

You should go to him.

Then you'll be safe.

I'm not staying in prison.

Right. What have we got?

"My name is Ben Coulter.
I'm 21 years old."

I'm charged
with rape and murder.

The victim's blood
is all over me.

My blood is all over her.
My semen is found inside her.

I'm all over the bedroom
where the body is found,

which is groaning with a tonnage
of violent struggle evidence.

The knife used to kill her
is found in my pocket.

A neighbor identifies me
running from the scene.

"And I contradict myself all over
the place in the interview."

So unless you've got Perry Mason

lined up to be my junior, we're
completely down the plughole

on this one, aren't we, Hugo?

Yeah, we're here
for Ben Coulter.

Ben, I believe in you,
and I'm a fighter.

Always have been,
always will be.

I've built my reputation
on fighting.

I mean, Hugo here sends me work

because he knows
I'll fight my corner every time.

But I need something
to fight with.

No. Ben, please don't speak.

What you say to me might prove
unhelpful to our relationship.

It's very important
that I only hear from you

the things I want to hear...
Nothing else.

Nothing embarrassing.

- You should know...
- No, no, no.

I don't think you're
the best judge of what I should

or shouldn't know.

I need you to say the things
which help me do my job, okay?

I'm not gonna put you on the
spot now. That would be unfair.

But I want you to come to the
Plea and Case Management Hearing

tomorrow morning
with some instructions for me.

"I killed Melanie Lloyd,
but my mind

"was seriously impaired
when it happened"...

I'd be delighted if that's
what you were to tell me, okay?

Good.

- Tomorrow.
- He...

Tomorrow.

You've got till half past.

Ow.

What's happened?

I'm fine.

We mustn't lie
to each other, Ben.

How's Dad? Where is he?

He doesn't know I'm here.

I liked her, Mum.

I felt different.

She made me feel different.

We went to bed.

It was...

odd.

I can't fill in the blanks.

I know I woke up downstairs.

I didn't kill her.

I mean,
even if you didn't remember,

you'd know, wouldn't you, Mum?

You'd... You'd feel it.

I don't feel like a murderer.

I just don't.

I thought I knew
all there was to know about you.

My boy.

My lovely boy.

Wakey, wakey, boys.
Rise and shine.

Lovely day.

It's a kind
of sidelong look in a way.

It's mostly about chaos
and confusion...

which, I guess, is probably
true of the whole affair.

I mean, it's one scuffle
after another.

You know,
you don't need to be here.

This is a pretrial
case-management thing.

I'm looking after her.

I know.

And when it comes to the trial,

I will be with you
every step of the way.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, counsel.

Everything in order?

No witness problems?

- Might not need any witnesses.
- What?

There's no better evidence
of guilt than a plea of guilty.

But nobody pleads to murder.

You're right,
so we have to make an offer

in the interests of justice.

What are you talking about?
You can't do that.

I have to see
the bigger picture.

This is Rogers, isn't it?

What's the matter
with you people?!

How's it looking your side?

Manslaughter.

- Is that an offer?
- Yes.

- Cleared with the CPS?
- Yep.

Old Bill?

Won't be a problem.

The prosecution will accept a
plea of guilty to manslaughter.

If you plead guilty
to manslaughter,

- they'll drop the murder.
- Hang on.

Ben, get this crystal clear
in your head.

You plead guilty
to manslaughter.

You'll be sentenced for that.

And there will be
no murder trial.

- How long...
- A fraction

of the mandatory life sentence
if you go down on the murder.

- But how long is that?
- Five years,

which, in real terms,
means 2 1/2 to serve.

- It's a brilliant deal.
- A contract.

Your plea of guilty in
exchange for a short sentence.

We need an answer.

Sorry. Late.

Hello.

We're on in five minutes, Ben.

I'd be saying that I killed her.

You're being offered this
because it's obvious

- that you killed her.
- But how can I say that?

I don't remember.

I think you do.
See you upstairs.

Frances Kapoor.
I'm the junior barrister.

He said five years if I plead
guilty to manslaughter.

Is that right, the sentence?

Sounds right.

It's all so fast.

Can I have... Can I have
more time to think? Can you...

If you plead guilty
this morning,

you'll get maximum credit
from the judge

for an early plea,
and that keeps the sentence low.

It shouldn't be like this.

It's money, really.

They pretend it isn't,
but it is.

A trial costs a lot more
than a guilty plea.

Thank you.

For what?

Talking to me normally...

honestly.

What would you do?

If I were you,
I'd ask myself one question...

did I kill her?

If the answer's yes,
take the deal.

If the answer's no...

don't.

I've just come to say good luck
before I'm needed in Court 3.

They're offering manslaughter.
They're saying five years.

- Take it.
- I can't stay in that place.

Take it. 2 1/2 years is nothing.

- 15, and you're dead.
- 2 1/2 years in there.

- I can't do it.
- If I was your lawyer,

I would have you
up against a wall,

screaming in your face
to take this deal.

You're not my lawyer.

So tell me what you'd do
as a human being.

All rise, please.

Ben Coulter, stand up, please.

On count one,
you are charged with murder.

The particulars of the offense

are that, on Sunday,
the 25th of November, 2007,

you did murder Melanie Lloyd.

Do you plead guilty
or not guilty?

Not guilty.

On count two, you
are charged with manslaughter.

The particulars of the offense

are that, on Sunday,
the 25th of November, 2007,

you unlawfully killed
Melanie Lloyd.

To that charge, do you plead
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

- I told you I'd do it.
- I know you did.

And I'll do it again, as well.

You don't want
to kill yourself, Alan.

I know you.

You stay alive for me.

All right?

- I'll do it.
- You just take care.

80% of the people in here
are mentally ill.

Prison's the place
where we lock up lunatics

and treat them like animals,

so when they get out, we get
a load of lunatic animals.

Anybody tells you any different,

they're either full of it
or a politician... or both.

Aren't you going to ask me
what happened?

I already know.

The whole wing knows about
Ben Coulter... rapist, murderer.

I didn't do this.

Sure.

- Do you believe me?
- What I think's unimportant.

No one on the wing believes you.

As far as they're concerned,
you're a nonce.

I need help.

You go out there, and
you tell him that you're sorry.

All right? You tell him
that you're sorry,

'cause he's one of ours now,
all right?

He's one of ours now.
That's your orders, all right?!

I, uh...

I wanted to say sorry.

Come.

Quid pro quo.
Do you know what that means?

Yeah.

Here's the quid for my quo.

Come on, you little twat.

Joe here's crossed me.

I don't like being crossed.

But I believe in forgiveness.

My good friend Roland here
is gonna talk to you

about Joe and his mother
and atonement for his sins.

If I were you,
I'd listen very carefully.

His mother puts the drug wrap
in her vagina.

It's all perfumed up
when it goes inside

so the dogs don't sniff it out.

During the visit,
she takes it out of her pom-pom

and puts it in a bag of sweets.

That's where you come in.

What?

Not even a sinner like Joe
can be expected

to swallow a wrap
out of his own mam.

Now, you do this right,
Joe's paid his debt.

Don't do it right, and, phew,

boy, I don't even know
what will happen to him...

or you.

But trust me, yeah?

Freddie Graham does not fuck
about with second chances.

American will do
whatever it takes.

And our employees
are working hard

to ensure that we remain
their choice for air travel.

You have to practice with them.

Head back, open your throat,
keep it open, swallow.

You have to do this.

And the roads
are often no more than tracks

in mud or sand.

Oh!

Come on.

Knight to f3.

Knight to c6.

Good. You're shaping up.

Oh.

It's none of my business.

If I was you
and I were in your situation,

I wouldn't want two men
in pinstripes looking after me.

The trouble with posh is,
they don't dig for dirt.

Thank you.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Ben, I should be
working this case.

I have got a smell for it,
I've got a smell for you,

and I do not want
to see you go down.

Some cases need dogs
with low bellies and good noses.

That's me.

All right.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You've got it. I'll call my dad.

See your mouth. Come on.

- Tongue up.
- Ahh.

Close up. In you go.

Arms up.

See your mouth.

Tongue up.

Ahh.

Yeah, on you go.

Arms up. Let's see here.

Okay.

Okay.

Mouth open.

Open your mouth!

Shopping...

from Mr. Graham.

There's one thing
Freddie Graham's terrified of...

Boredom.

You're that rare thing... a lad
in prison with half a brain.

He can't resist you.

The first day of a trial
is always stressful.

We're running self-defense.

- But that's not...
- No buts.

It's the only defense
available to us.

We have to have instructions,
don't we?

We can't just make it up.

He likes you, doesn't he?

Help him to remember
what we want him to remember.

You told me I shouldn't admit

to anything
I couldn't remember doing.

All we have to do
is raise the possibility

of self-defense in court.

One nod from you,

and the prosecution
has to work very hard

to disprove you weren't
defending yourself.

She came at you.
What else could you do?

You had to do it or die.